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Iwe TE RET PT ES a eR ee Le ———— As We Want ’'Sm, You Kaow. If we only had things as we want ‘em, you know The world wouldn't go so cenfeundedly slow ; ‘or And-there's many 8 “i . And there's may a flip, “ ty oab: hat makes us eary and blear Because we ago do ta'weary an ig yaad blue, If we py Syste tek Lewd wouldn't go proxy, whe wouldn't get doxy _ ~ ware “it ase kers weren’ ‘ ry, ih folta wouldn't die— and by, e To see how unblushingly good we could grow eu we'd have thimgeas we want ‘em, you ow. If only the world was built square ‘stead of roun If only hard panes could be made of mere sound, If we had ge of cash, And | similar tras If—without | being rash— We on ce mash, Like Any daughter of ‘ve S when we cared to d Then peee oe sorter have things as we wank ‘em, you But when we down toa mere business base, We _ the wo seem to have missed a fat Pla 7 The outlook ae = And we sigh like a Turk, As there’ 4 D0 pied to shirk, A a ork For Pa ag the onead of our brow here —-* "things ien't just as we want ‘om, you ~—Yankes Blade. UNCLE PAT. nr CHAPTER Xly. ME, MONSELL ON GUARD. Miss Hanover resolved to push matters as qaiokly as possible to extremi:.es, found Fanoy up and dressed. Mr. Moneell had intreaohed her in the cosieat arm-obair he could find, had wheeled up a table for her embroidery work, books and papers, and had eat himeelf cown as if to withstand a Everything had~played into her hands 80 quickly during the last two days, that she had been driven to act without her aaual deliberation. She wau flashed with success ; she was feverish ; she was eager —to2 eager—she felt, to bring matters to eorisis. But then she had so little time; in a fer7 hoursboth Harry and Fanny would have left her. If she could only persevere till she had persuaded Fanny to take the initiative and break with Harry, it would bs all right. But here Moneell was in the way. To her annoyance his burly figure interposed itself in every endeavor she made to effect this important tete-a-tete. He would not try the near hille for black game; hs would not try the river for one of thoss big yellow tront; hs would not even ride up to Camghonuran to Jook at the estate for Mr. ’ Hanover. He would do nothing but sit there—a log of intentional obstruction, Intentional— of course ; and, after what she had learocd direotly from Mre. Baldew and indireotly from Fanny, she could quite understand is. Now that she came to look at them to- gether there waa a slight likeness; the maouths were distinctly similar! Why, jast then when he spoke so peremptorliy about taking her back to Dalichosnie to- morrow, there was the very same pursing Pi of the lips! “ That will make a very shabby visit of it,” she said, quietly. * Ah! you'li see plenty of her by-and-by, Miss Hanover. Oar time ia shortened a little, you know ; we think of going back to the south rather sooner than we intended.” * Really !” * Yes. I bave some mattera to look after in London, snd Fanny ia not quite th thing. We have some thoughts of wiuter- ing abroad ; it will be a ohange for her.” “* Not inquiries abroad |’' thought Joanna. rf “ Rather sudden, isn’t is?” she asked. “You never told me a word abont it Fano ** Ivis only thought of, not settled,” said anny. ‘“T was thinking of the south of France,” said Monsell, carelessly. * For my part I think that is a mistake," she rejoined qaietly. ‘‘ The south of Eng. land would do every bit as well; besides, Fanny would be among her own people there.” * Bhe haa no relations there." ‘You doo't say ao! I understood from Harry she had. He always makesa bungle of these things. [ thought ke knew all her sisters, and her cousins, and her aunts, as a matter of course."’ “®Bbe has none,” he said quickly. be prem! has no relations.” Mies Hanover did not anawer, but calmly turned her black eyes on him. t was an uncomfortable stare, and the smile that gradually gathered and grew with is made it more uncomfortable atill. It was with difficulty he suppreesed an unpolite ex- clamation, as he felt himself getting red under it. Joanna had scored a point and she ew it. “« What an interesting little myatery you are!" she exclaimed, turning to Fanny. But Miss Fanny had slipped away the moment pil yore emg what turn the con- Versation was taking. “ Bhe isa qae lissle thing, _ Moneell. You must be very proud of h “T bave reason to be " he replied warmly. “Of course you have!" she rejoined acer fe “Ie it really a fect ahe bas no bad No Palate,” Monsell repeated. “ How very, very odd ! py like to know, Mr. Oarstairs says he knew a Pentland at Cam. “No relation, I aseure you |” “ You must know, of course. Fanny her. self is utterly oblivious about it, and singa- larly wanting in woman's curiosity. Fancy! @he is not quite certain where she was born ; she beiieves—belicves—that she was bern "at Beckenham. Isn't she a gem of a woman Mr. Monsell felt this was ogy | a little warm for him. He began to wish that he had not mounted guard; that he had gone to Oamghouran, or away to the grey yonder hills with anywhere out of this hot fire of cross- questionizg. “ Was she born at Beokenham, Mr. Mon- er Yes!" said he, shortly. at Beokenham.” ‘* What an abominable old story teller,” — ahe. Then systematically—'* What a tragic end that ig re her parents! How you must have fe’t "We never seaall fot it," he replied, in a jtone that was meant to stop any further _| questions. “ Ot course not! but Fanny i is one of ue now.’ you," he said, warmly. ‘s Yes, we are such fast friends, Mr. Mon- sel), that I am not afraid to speak to you about her. Do you know she shows such an extraordinary reserve pg of herself that sometimes I think she is juss — well—jast a little bis afraid of you.” ‘* Nonsense! Depend upon it, Fanny will never be afraid of Uncle Pat.” " Courtesy title, Mr. Monsell! Why, she moust always look upon you as her father. Her father muet have been your most par- tioular fciend ?” ‘No! No! Nothing of the sort!" “Bat the catastrophe, Mr. Moneell! Thet dreadfal business—it happened from your yacht, didn't it ?” ou can understand, Miss Hanover, why we never, never spsak of it. The sub- ject is altogether too paivfal to be alluied so. We let the past eleop.” “ Qaite so. But, dear Mr. Moneell, you must not forges we have an interest in Fanny now. My anole was only wonder- ing the other day how the turtle doves would live.” ‘‘ He may put himself quite atease on that point," said Mr. Monsell, sharply. * I shall provide for Fanny ; I look upon her ag m ward.” sweet little ward sheis, too. I don't think you shonld be allowed to drag her away in this summary feshbion though. Here comes Mr. Carstairs. How early he is—you must take care of him till lanch- time. You must! He is so easily amused it you les him talk about himeelf. I am going to have a long confab with Fanny." And b:fore Mr. Montell could quite realise how badly he had been mauledin this ehortencounter, Mr. Carstaira presented himself He was on good terms with himaelf be- cause he had heard that morning that he bad scored a signal eucoess in the village. The world was so anpractical. While others had been talking and pitying, and propounding this and that, he had acted. By bis advice, Maggie had gone off to the care of bis sister ia Edinburgh, where she would be aafe from the perascution of Hagh and her father. Is was just an evidence of his genius for administration. A pet plan propounded by himeelf, and carried out so beautifully thas the girl had slipped away without a single soul being one bit the wiser. He chuckled when he thought how he had get the whole world agape with aston- ihm It never rains bat it pours, and rarely did luck pouron him that day. In had walked Mr. Boothby that morsiog, and, in deapair- ing tones, signified his inte: tion of not going to the Hanovers’ lunch. 0, he eould nos stand it! Im fact, he had packed hig pors- manteau snd his cornet-oase, and, like a wounded animal, was going to some distant corner to hide the smart. An auspicious day. Why, not take the ballon thehop? Why not go early to the Barracks and find out the exact truth about Miss Fanny and Wynter? Fanoy had be- witched him, ehe had encouraged him ; bot —he would take a good oare not to make a fool of “ You will fiod a a little surprise for you at Rannoch when you get bsok,’’ hesaid to Mr. Moneell, with a complacent amile. ‘ We have been all talking and talking too lony, and nothing hss come of it. Action forme, air, action! Now I came here this morning,” @ went on, toying with the embroidery reels, ‘‘to tell our friend Hanover about Camghouran. He won't yet two per cent. btor his money; not one and a-haif. By the way, I'm rather locky to find you alone, so thas I oan tell you | gave that hint to him about Miss Pentland. Ob, you have really nothing to thank me for! Don't mention is. It wae inst o tr fla awkward—juat a little bit like sailing under false colora—tecause, you see, I was arsaming a knowledge I did not possese.”’ Mr. Moneell only granted an answer. “All I have to gay to you now,” Mr. Carstairs went on hurriedly, ‘‘ia of course confidential—stristly so-—and I must rush throagh it o little for fear we maj be die- tarbed. For goodness’ eaake don’t think me rade. It ia not idle curiosity, bas I should like to know a little about Mier Pentland. What you asy to me will be ne eacred. I never should have dared roach the sabject had not a thousand listle things told me that this engagemen. with Mr. Wynter would not be likely to last.” “You moe more than I do,” said theold man, dri ~Deekees I do, bat remember I look upon it from a different standpoint. I am deeply interested in Mise Pentiand—you must have seen it; she, herself, I am sure, muss have seen it. I ask you dispassion- ately, is it likely ahe would have accepted my attentions at all if she had been irre- vooably engaged to Wynter? My question is a very, very simple one, Mr. Monsell—is she or is she not irrevocably engaged to Henry Wynter?” “You bad better ask Henry Wyoter himecl! about that. He is good.tempered, at he is very strong.” ‘Barely [ don’t deserve that eanub, Mr. Moneell ! Remember I am speaking to you in confidence. “In that 0 case, ” oried the old man, juamp- + | ing up and digging his hands into the very bottom of his knickerbocker pookets, ‘I must decline to hear any more. To tell you the honest trath, Oarstairs, I have neither time nor inclination to talk atout this, and you are showing a little want of considera- tion in broaching it.” Mr. Oarstairs did not think the man lived who dared give him such an answer, bat Mr. Monsell was mistaken if he thoughthe would show it. He arranged the reels of cotton very leisurely and very systematically, but his foot was itching al the while to kick Ginger off the hearthrog. “ After thie,” he said, grandly, “I shall not a a the subject again. I am sorry ly sorry—you have misappre- bended me, but since you have unfortu- nately done 80, it will be scarcely becoming of me to atop to lunch. Perhaps you wili kindly make my excuses She was born] been touched t “T am. glad she has found a friend inj P. mil 8 sensible of a gro felts that this man had ( ° thought he, ‘ Am I right Ph persisting in the deception ? How mach of it is selfish- ness?” __Then his love for F reaently Fai sarned, looking . Mr. Hanover had had one of bis fainting fits in the greenhouse. Nothing was ever made of these attacks ; Hanover himself made light of them. Jenner had atgured him over and over sgain that there was nothing wrong with his heart, and that if he had been s poor man he would not have thought of it. Knowing all this, no wonder Joanna was sarprised when she took out the usual dose of sal volatile, to hear him signify his intention of starting to Edin- bargh to consult Dr. Keith. Jenner might wrong. Hie beart might be a little touched. "At all events he might as well have another opinion. The sooner the better, too, so aa to put bis mind at reat. If he drove to Rannoch at once he coald post from there and catch the evening train at Straun; by this be could see eith in the morning, and eave a whole day. * Quite right,” cried Mr. Monesell ; “ I'll drive to Rannoch with you.” What a tremendous relief this was to Mr. Monsell ! bat a deep breath of shanksviving he drew at the prospect of thus getting rid of hia ohief danger! Had he heard the conversation between Fanny and her unconscious father in the green- house, however, be would nos have been quite so jubilant. There, for the firat time, Mr. Hanover told her how mach she resembled some one who bad once been very dear to him “ Tell me your little history, dear,” he said toher. “ You sre nothappy. Let ms be your friend.” Was it instinot, or was it pity for his pale, shrank face that mede Fanny more willing to confide in him than in Joanna ? Alas! she could tell him bat little; but tbat little she told frankly. It was at the fatefal word Beckenham that he staggered and almost fell. He would not let ber run at once for help, though, as she wished, but clang to her hand, and a new light seemed to come to hie eyes as be agsia etared so curiously at her. Hecould not speak, but before he released her had drawn her to him and kiseed her. Before Joanna and Mr. "a came to him, he had settled what to He was not going to Edinbareh to consalt Dr. Keitb. He was going to Beckenham to consult the register. OHAPTER Xv. 4 SUBPRISE IX THE VILLAGE. Mr. Monsell bad been so engrossed io his own troubles that he had paid but little attention to the remarks of Mr. Carstairs, but now when arriving af Rannoch he heard that Magis had unaccoantably dis- sppesred, and that the cobbler was boy: ootted on suspicion of having been at the bottom of the mystery, the surprise hinted at by Mr. Oarstairs of once recurred to im It this were Mr. Carstairs’ work it was b as like as not to prove dangerous. No one could tell how Robson's friends would take this sort of meddling, or what ugly motives they might ascribe to the m er. Robson might be controlled, bat Hugh might not. Nothing in the | world would be a0 likely to drive Mepaie 8 jealous lover to desp-ration as her abrapt disappearance. The more Moneell thought of it the blacker it looked. The news, too; was supplemented and intensified with auch dark hints as to her probable fate, and such gloomy accounts of her father's state, Mr. Monsell suddenly saw that be had tumbled into some work that must be taken in hand at once. 7Monsell found Robson in an embarrags- ing state of sobriety. 6 weloomed him quietly, but looked terribly ill and dirty. Ever since his quarrel with Maggie he had gone back in the way of appearance. Fis cat was whiter, his shirt was blacker. He was unehaven, and had soaroely ate or slept since the girl ran off. So weak and shaky, too, was he from the combined effects of the shock and his an- usual abstinence, that our practical old Samaritan trotted back to the inn and pro- vided himself with a pint of hot soup, whioh he insisted on being swallowed before a single word was said about the trouble. When a womamgoes out of a house King Dirt eteps in, and the untended hearth, the dust on the books and insect-oases, and the general unotidiness spoke so strongly of Maggie's absence, that Monsell clapped a cap on her father’s head and led him on to the bridge, across which the nor’wester from distant Pharlagain was blowing vigorously. It blew no coursge into poor Robson, though. The horrors seized him direotly he looked down on the ewirling river. To him it seemed to be hurrying away in terror of the awful seoret it held. The alow, stealthy movements of the distant groups of men, too—peering into the pools in search of Maggie—were horribly sugges- tive. Then when he remembered that the few people they had passed had palpably shirked him, he covered hia face with his banda and shivered. (To be Continued), Eagagements in France. Engagements io France do not generally ast very long, three or four months being often the limit, and this time is hardly sufficient to prepare the extensive trousseau required. The corbeille de mariage ia an unheard of thing in our country, bat it is essential in France. Itisthe gift of the fature husband and his family, and mus bs fa ~ with all that ro beantifal and costly. csshmere shawls, the velvet dresses, Sictnuie and pearls are the first gifts, and then come the priceless Ixces, sets of precious stones and the family jewela.—The Argonaut. —_ ASBure Bign. Epoch: Dobson—I_ feel oertain that @ is in financial distress. Noblit—Why ? “ He is beginning to live very extrava- gantly. $ to make enquiries. THE OLD, OLD STORY. Mefo(he Adopled Daughter of a Methoist| ee Minister Ruined for Life ps0} A A HAPPY HOME BLIGHTED. Disowned, D and a Mother at Seventeen—An English Wailf Blossoms into an Accomplished Young Lady and Home in Hamilton Many Years Ago— She Returns to Give Birth to a Child and is Then Shipped Back to England— A Minister's Son faid to be the Villain in the Story. The records of the criminal courts in Toronto do not contain a more deplorable case of social depravity than a scandal that has been agitating prominent oburch and social circles in the northern and north. weatern portion of the city for some time, says the Toronto Mail of Friday morning, and although strenuous efforts have made to p the affsir from becoming public it is now being freely discussed, not only at the olubs and in domeastis circles, but among the police sathorities, and but for the disap. arance of one of the principals in the case it is probable that ere this the Charlton Act would have been invoked to- wards meting outs jast punishment to the author of a most shocking offence. The arties all occupy prominent positions, and at for this fact the oase would in all probability have reached the courts and the public before this. It is the old, old story of woman's trust snd man’s duplicity, with the exception that inthis cass the victim was a mere child, who had been tenderly cared for—so tenderly and osrefully thatin ber innocence and ignoranoe she fell an easy prey tothe wiles of a young and ao. complished but unprincipled scoundrel, who added tothe crime of eeduction the degrading offence of humiliating the girl whom he had ruined by boasting of his arts, and inducing her to accept the addresses of another when he became tired of his amusement. THE HOMELESS WAIF. About ten es ago there was sent out from England by Dr. Stephenson's mission a number of homeless children, in the hope that they might be adopted into respeota- ble families, or be trained to honest work. These children were sent from London, Eing., to Hamilton, Ont., the distributing point, and were provided with food and lodgirgs in the Girls’ Home in that oity. Shortly after their arrival a well-known and olever minister of the Methodist Churob, who hada wife but waa childless, oslled at the home, and was attracted by the appearance of a girl 6 years of age pamed Edith Miller, a little fair-baired fairy with winsome ways and loving anner. He spoke to his wife, and they finally decided to adopt the baby, and in due course the necessary papers were made ont, the obild being transferred from ihe hands of the professional nurse to the tender care of a loving, affectionate and Christian mother. After some yeara old age and continued illness forced the min- ister to relinquish bis religious work, and 6 Wag finally superannuated, his worldly possessions at the time being greater than thoce that usually fall to the lot of the preacher. Old age enfeebled him and ill- ness brought much soffering, but the man who had devoted over half a century to the service of his Churoh never regretted that one aot of adoption untilthe wolf entered the fold and wrecked what little happiness he might expect on this side of the grave. A LOVELY BLOSSOM, As little Edith grew up she entwined herself round the hearts of the aged couple (who had built for her a mansion in North. ern Toronto) until they lived but to make her happy. The public school was not considered good enough for her and private tutors were engaged, and afterwards when she was blossoming from girlhood to womanhood she was sent to the Congerva- tory, on Yonge atreet, to complete her musical education. She was possessed of a voioe of great sweetness, a lithe and grace- fal figure, and a face of unusual brightness and intelligence, and to this she added a charming disposition and a devoutnees in religious matters unusual in one eo young. Last Apri], when she had hardly reached the age of 16 years, she was a constant attendant at a oburch north of Bloor street, and it was after one of the services that she afterwards confeased she met the author of her rain. HEB SAD FALA, Daring the warm summer months her more than mother notioed that she was not in her usual spirits, and, thinking that a ohange of air might benefit her, sent her into the country to the house of her former tutor to recuperate. Early in September she returned home, and a few days jr. wards she waa found lying on the fiowr of ber room enffering greatly. At first she refueed to say what was wrong, bat finally she told the story that has sent a young and — mother into exile with her baby, and has wrecked the happiness of an aged couple who apent their lives in the service of God and in tending a bud that was on the eve of blossoming into a beautiful flower. She told the heart-stricken mother of her betrayal, and gave the name of her betrayer as the son of one of Toronto's most prominent parr pct add. ing to this statement a mos D atory tothe effect that her rch ae deserted her end had induced her to accept the addresses of another admirer. She gave the name of the druggist from whom she had purchased the drug she had taken for the N poagy of putting an end to her life, and Dr. Clapp, who had been called in, proceeded to the store on Yonge street He learned that the girl had atthe store and asked and paid for a bottle of Jaudanum, but her ap- pesrance was such ag to create suspicions n the mind of the olerk. Instead of giving landanum¥ee gave her a strong but harm. less toothache solution, and the whole of the staff she ook at a single do3e. . THE WAY OF THE BRANSGRESSOB. The aged minister, devoted tohia adopted daughtor's welfare, had made a will leaving to her the bulk of his property, which was ck inconsiderable, and when the blow fell upon him he almost lost his , reason. ifatherless baby, Knowing that there were in the secret, feeling that the dal would spread, he felt. forced to a_cha and, after making a 1 to vain appea man charged with the girl's ruin, his wife tock her back to the Home in Hamilton. From this place she was removed to the house of Thomas G. Pricstland, 208 Park etreet north, where the child was born on or about the 13th of December. A firm of era-were- conenited; and-it-was several times intimated that a settlement had been arrived at. Before the child was m, and while the girl was suf. fering from the oonsequences of her foolish trust, she made an affidavit before Mr. ‘Dobson, J. P., ow that the young man already referred ta was the father of her unborn baby, and afterwards when Rev. Mr. Salmon, of To- ronto, visited her at Hamilton rhe reit- erated her former siatement. Three weeks ego the poor anfortanate yirl, with ber was shipped bsok to England, but come «f those roterested feel that she should be bron,ht bsck to prose. cute those who sre responsible for her present degraded consition. : THE BLIGHTED HOME. A Mail reporter yesterday afterocon called on the aged couple who have been Lg shing of a daughter, and found them, 8 they have been for many days, in tues. They were averse to saying any- thing shout tbe case, but expreesed the hope that they might yet be able to sea the erring girl again. 6 were childless,” said the minister, ‘‘and when we adopted little Edith we were somewhat fearful of the experiment, bot as she grew up she grew into our hearts until welived but forher. We gave her everything she as*ed for, and educated her sothat when ane reached the age of womanhood she mighs properly occupy her position in society, but it wasallin vain. The tempter c+me and our poor child succumbed to bis blandishments, Jeaving us broken-hearted on the brink of the grave. I look for no jastice in this world, but dabei in the next oar little Edith will There are interviews that should not be fally reported and cannot be fi'ly desoribed, and the reporter's talk with the superan- nuated minister and his sorrowing wife im one of these. A Puzzle for London. An extraordinary affair at Tooting, a suburb of London, bas caused great excite- ment. A retired gentleman named War- grave, aged 51, bss been lying in bed since March 4th, being to all appearances dead. The looal authorities naturally aeked why he had not been interred, to which hia rela.: tives aid they were afraid: to bury him, less he prove to be ina trance. Ita that a while ago Wargrave expressed the wish that, should be ever be found lying in bed unconscious and spparently lifeless, hie burial be delayed as long as — ab & few years ago he was suppcaed to be dead and all preparations for bis faneral had been made, when he reoovered consoious- ness just in the nick of time. The aathori- ties are puzzled, and may delay interment until the signe of disaolation are apparent. In the meantime the facts have got abroad, and-the-residence-of -the-unfortanate gen=— tleman is surrounded by ourious crowds. Mrs. Jonn McLean writes. from Barrie Island, Ont., March 4th, 1889, as follows = “T have been a great eufferer from neuralgia for the last nioe years, but, being advised to try Bt. Jacobs Oil, can now heartily en- doree it as being a most excellent remedy for this compleint, as I have been greatly benefited by its use.” A tHrute. Munsey'’s Weekly: *‘ You should not criticize me, George," said the young wife. ** Kind words always come back to you. 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It must be plain and simple to admin- ister; easy and pleasant -to take. The child must like it. It must be prompt in action, giving 4i mmedi- ate relief, as childrens’ “troubles come quick, grow fast, and end fatally or otherwise in a very short time. It must not only relieve quick but bring them around quick, as children chafe and fret and spoil their constitutions under long con- finement. It must do its work im moderate doses. A large quantity of medicine in a child is not desira- ble. It must not interfere with the child’s spirits, appetite or generak health. © These things suit old as well as young folks, and make Bo- schee’s German Syrup the favorite family medicine. @