Lo dakamennnemnernnreny ee t } 1 reyvye © * ol Br an Mer fr i62 fiat oA Lr dide Ses } aAAsLAAAAAA For kes Crime. pevuvvvevveveuyTuVUVe LO nO t pairroa Feuwvvvuvueuvuvede. vy A Prologue, and the First 'Scene. In «a large wooden. building not [ar from the seashore, a building attach- ed as acho isaee to "Munster's Boarding Academy. for Young Gentle- I, Hugh Trelawney,. then scarce- ly ten years old, was moping alone. I had only arrived two days before from London, where I had parted from my father, a travelling iecturer in the chuse of what was then known as the New Moral World, My mother had long been dead, and I had led a somewhat neglected life, sometimes accompanying my f ron his wan- derings, more of being left to the cure, or careless! of strangers. At iast I had been t to South- ampton to complete a very perfunc- tory education. It was afternoom, and a ae' holiday; able. I merely felt an outcast the time being, and took no interest whatever in my new associations. 'As I sat thus, I must haye fallen into a brown study, oon which a slight sound startl : " Are you the new boy y said a clear voice. 1 nodded, and stared at my interro- gator, a girl of about my own age, whose black eyebrows were knitted in a way very curious in so young a child as she seemed. Her arms and neck were 'pare, and she was fondling a kitten, whose bright eyes and lissome movements seemed to have Something in com- mon with her own beauty. I noticed, too, that sho wore earrings, and that they. were very bright and ylisten- 1g. i * What is your name? she continu- ed, in the same clear questioning tone, altogether with the manner of this tela who was not to be trifled with. "Hugh." oe "Hugh what-? "Hugh Trelawney.' I felt somewhat overawed by tone of the little lady, who, to boyish eyes, seemed much mute senior than She was in realit She continued to regard me w vith the saine keen scrutiny, and then said, looking at my attire, "Who is dead?" *] still wore black for my mother, and, with a semewhat faltering voice, I told her so She did not seem surpr ised, and ex- pressed no sympathy ; but, walking to the school-room Window, looked out, saying, "Why don't you po "J Gon's care about play. I am tired." . : "Tired with what?" she question- edi quickly. I made no reply, for I was not pre- pared for the question. I had meant | to imply that I was low-spirited and . dull, but had not cared to confess so much in so many words. She understood me, however, and although she seemed indifferent to my condition, troubled me with no more questions Glad to direct her attention from for her bright eyes troubled | made me feel ashamed, I | stoo down and _ stroked the kitten which she had placed upon loor. Even as id so, I could feel her eyes still fixed upon me; but when I looked up again with an an- noyed expression, stie turned her eyes myself, me and red * away, and laugh This emboldened -- me, and | began . to question in my turn you the mcligolmaster's daugh- At this she laughed tne more--so y and pleasantly, with such -humored sympathy with my 'undee, that my first impression of her began to improve, and I saw that, besides being a rather imperious, she was a very pretty, young lady. "WwW hy do you doe, 2" | remarked. 'At you," 'she rep "because you -- me for Mr. Munsters child. I a stranger, here, like your- welt. My je live far aw in South America, and are very rich. My mother is dead, and I don't re- member 'her. My father has sent me here to taught; but I shall soon back to him. Have you a father ? she added, quickly. I nodded. . "Is he kind to you, and was ite! 2 that sent you to school?" she as= »* But without waiting for my reply to her questions, she continued: "My father cried when I left him, though he is a great man, and when he gave me these earrings, he told me my mother had worn them before me, and he kissed them. We live far away from here, in 2 -- place. Don't you hate England This was rather. a startling query, but _ in a state of mind border n disgust for life in general, I renilty assented. Her eyes gamed. . "It is a dreary place," "dull and m ahite, and it rains nearly every day. But it is different where I came from. It.is always bright there, and there are flowers everywhere, and the trees are ful fruit; and there are bright insects, so foreign in ite slen- list- der beauty--@d her earrings ¢' ened; and ther beautiful hat teeth "4 her walking in all w A. a 99099404 694-00696469900-606664 borne in mind that I had been a stu- dious boy, fond of reading wild books in my mind the wonders of forelgnt lands. Y sfuch that I had fan- cied of dwellers in distant Ons was realized in the face I now belield for the ech time. - At wha' is a beautiful creature and more particularly one belonging to the eer sex--insensible to ad- miration am certain that my new Moed ipercelved mine, and that it did not displease --_ ae any rate, genuine Absa quietly ex- pressed, almost against my will, in the pleased yet timid glan es of niy eyes. When she next ae er clear im- petuous tone was gre ratiy changed and softened, and a kinder light dwelt on her face "Tf you will come with me," she said, "T wlll show you the place. There is not much to see but t arden, and I like that well enough. 'Will you come ?" I rose ay kw arly as if at a werd of command; and, taking my. cap from the peg where it hung, swung it in my ped as I followed her to the" ror wet pramd, to be chap- eronet b 1, I ondered what my schon fellows world: think of it. Close to the school-room was the playground, or rather the capacious piece of lawn dignified by that name. My schoolfellows were . cric- ket thereon. y fed 'no attention bad me as I ooked at my ompanion with a Beech and not too friondly expression. She, on her part, pone along imperiously, without deigning to cast a single look in their abeen thon rad I notioed that her look had changed again, and that her dark brows were knitted with the for- mer unpleasant expression. She sali apy adel for some minutes. ar ficet isit was to the top af a high knoll behind the house, whence we could see the surrounding country, and, some miles to the southward, the a nt sea, with a white frost of bil- lows on the edge of baivarocloted sanc It was a quiet, sunless day; but far away there were gleums of watery light on the white sails of Ships pas- sing by under full canvas. The girl looked seaward at the pas- sing sails with much the same pecullar expression she had worn on our first encounter. . How could I fathom her thoughts? L. guessed she was thinking of her home, but I was wrong. "Are you clever?" she asked, sud- denly. This was a question which L as a modest boy, felt totally unprepared to ' answer. I looked at the ground, peep- ed at her, and laughed. Her expression did not --_ "T mean, do you know much," she | sachintien, "in explanation. "Have you learnt much before "Tt explained to her, as well as pos- sible, that my acquirements were = eee indeed, and merely con- the stray crumbs of know- ria which I, had been enabled to pick up at day schools in the various wns where my father had resided during my childhood. In point of fact, IT was a thoroughly uncultivated boy 'and had never been crammed with the solid pabulum so much in vogue at our public schools. I could read and write, of course, and knew arithmetic as far as the rule of three, and had got shrougit the first four declensions in pase Latin grammar; but all was a and [ had no aceomplishments. "7 did not explaiti all this to my inter- rogator ; 'for I was too proud. If yo ou are not clever, and know so little," observed the girl, thoughtfully, "take care of the other boys. 1 don't you make friends with them? Why do you like to sit alone, and be sullen? If there were girls here, I should make friends, I know ? But boys are different; they have cruel ways, and they hate each other. All this was said in a tone rather on reflection than of conversation ; she still kept ag eyes on Se distant ships, as if from some secret source far away the Bisa of her thoughts was flowing "The" boys hate me," she pursued, "because they think me proud. I am not proud, but I am quicker and clev- erer than they are, and I come from u better place. beat them in the class pa at all things, except figures ; and I have helped the biggest of them sometimes, eg they were toc stupid to understand All this was a revelation to me. Until that moment I had never supposed that my companion's place was among the common scholars. Dur my first two days in school she had been absent--a circumstance which she soon explained to me without any questioning. "T have been away on a visit, and only returned this morning. I do not me to school every day, because I eve headaches, and my father ar only have:me learn when I please. let us go down and look at the ni There are ee ee there, and some of the fruit is Still reepacetal ya submissive, I fol- a. lowed, and we were soon waudering| OME side by side in the quiet garden in the samt ana, a of the echncl. house. Ever anon, as we walked, I heard the shouts and cries og my playmates; but they were wafted to me as from some forsaken life. A spell had been passed upon me, and i was in a dream AB I write, the dream "surrounds me still. Years ebb backward, clouds part, the old hori- come +] 3 & ; I can no onane recall looks and words. All a tremor. I soe thie one face only, but the Tule becomee ina: Although Mrs. Munster presided ye travel and adventure, and of pic- 'the boa pear, a ae rden_ bushes ' fy. I took courage, ant called after rr. "What ie your name?' I cried. She nodded back with a smile. _ "Madeline, " she replied. 'Madeline With that she was-gone et Fiatiby tara and then, Pats quite a new. ear mz bay Me le best o way intu t uae, and Solna Sic ign at the tea-table. at rd, ay new friend did not ap- munched my bread and thought of her face with a of dreamy pleasure, delicious tc ress even, now. CHAPTER Ii. Nemesis Intervenes. hasty sketch of school, I have made little or no mention of the school- master and his wife. Indeed, so far as my a retrospection is concerned, are nonentities; and bend form east of my story only in so they affected my Folitloun: with the leading actress in life drama to which ge sag ctor are the prelude. a feeble-looking bus pp ah little. man, with a very high forehead, which he was constantly mopping with cold water, to subdue inordinate headaches; and Mrs. Mun- ater. was a kind creature, with .an enormous for lord, and quite a motherly interest in us boys, ee rag no othe cock of per own. e manner of these 1 people was kind towards all; but Their treatment of Madeline Graham was blended with a sense of Sanaa almost bordering on fear. It was obvious eae they lrad been cted to tre r it more than ordinary poliaitude, and it was equally obvious that they were liberally pala for so doing. When she broke from all restraint, us was the case SRARsIonAIty, their conern ee her personal welfare Was not un- mixed w a fear lest open rupture might rob them of the instalments de- rived from their wealthiest a to Madeline, on her side, ¥ ' conscious of this; u must ve said that she seldom Maes un- due duvantage of her The more | saw of Matlin 'Graham, the more I observed her manners an general 'bearing, the more the thought of her possessed me, ay blended with my quietest dreams. After that first interview, she held somewhat aloof for many days, but her eyes were coustantly watching me in school and at meals, though without any approach to future fam- -- = seemed desirous of kee 1g 'a distance, for reasons watch * 4 not possibly penetrate. aegqecid ye not exuggerated when she boaste excelling the other scholars in "brightness anu intelligence. Her memory was extraordinary, and tusks which taxed all the energies of boyhood were easily mastered by her res brain. She was ees of her ¢ It so hanseled that I myself, al- though in rae J things dul and in- different, was also gifted with a mem- ory, of uncommon tenacity. In all tasks which demanded the exercise of this function I took a foremost place Madeline was my most formidable rival, and we began quietly at first, but afterwards with energy, to light for the master, The competition, instead of sever- ing, po, ga us closer each other. Madeline respected the spirit venie ocean subdued her, and I, for my part, loved her the better for the hum- anizing touches of passion which my vio porege awakene e had been friends six months, the quict round of meinen Ras had become familiar and pleasa me, when, one day, 'at becakteot, I noticed that Munster wore a very troubled el a sion, as he broke open the largest o a number of letters lying before had The envelope was of peculiar yellow paper, and the post-mark looked foreign. Madeline, who sat close by, turned white and eager, and her great eyes -- themselves on the strange mis- sive Within the letter to Munster was a smaller one, which he handed to Madeline silently. With impetuous eagerness, she open- ed and read it. It was very short. As she glanced over it, her bosom r and fell, her eyes brightened and filled with tears. To hide her trouble, left the room. Meanwhile, she rose and Munster evinced simi- lar surprise and consternation. He bit his lips as he read his letter,..and passed his hand nervously through his hair. Then, witha" significant Jook, he passed the ietter to his wife, why reading it, in her turn became simi- larly troubled. As he passed the letter to her, something dropped rustling to the floor, and Munster, looking rather red, stooped and picked it up. It was curiously prin paper, and looked at like the note of some foreign bank.T akfast was finished--school be- gan--but Madeline did not appear. eh ge still looked fidgetty and an- noy As for myself, I was torn by sensa- tions to which my little heart had been hitherto a stranger. I [elt on the brink ofa precipice, aren which all that I held dear was d pearing. I could not eat, I could <n y say niy re Page not think. What was pen ? I en myself d p echiool--"Badeline Graham come, and wither r might never mae ae of that ay I I have = blows ta but none harder. have felt desolation a a A a A he he Me fe he he hy tn han hn SOMEHOW AND SOMEWHERE Among the muscles and joints the pains of : and RHEUMATISM creep in, Right on its track St. Jacobs Oil: creeps in, " lt penetrates, searches, drives out. aches ee might be eel steht ed to hear the ered a the sort of o moe the ground. I had' npt a heard the foo toward posed, and away ?" what; it must I had a sharp, dropped my looks father. I an mediately. sayin " received from Mu Seeing mmy puzzled 'You may read ene Tt was "My Own Darl "You will hear f with whom you great change has Wish a kind it did not Tall so have done. feelings, and clio tendency to cry She w as herself moved, quick, far away.' "T ha said, done so, thoughtfully ; 1 scarcel Shall Q" home. when I utterly, She put her None of them will you. We hay with a of you, ain he wil nee k 9" gz kiss; worth a _ Hi buy or steal did so, but she d She was but in all possibil my intense persona 8) 3"* by a loya - otlogney tou. I felt sure. In the midst of ose} words to inquire ed parting was to take place. What was my astonish she was going once. "There is a ship morrow, poor ' den ; member no more before nie? It is the faint I have n in in the ede I start oT it below. Without my companions ir to the window; How chilly loo world outside ! I shiver, and my door, and yawns on the comes Mrs. morning, and the tectress, an -- who Crock sight of the other boys, Bay the secret places, moody Quite Per in the hinge I wand- C) ea had' 6 ne slowly fa eee | light. ales 'til 'tint- ing e quie planes & f trees and bushes the small inelosure which i : bold 'hand; and ran I stru strange light in >y if she were contemplating something me, Hugh, M@together calm superior, bowing down to my boyhood, compassionating and bi Was nearer Sioa sng ot (girls a ay th worship in gentle sta issed offer her cheek more royally ape Madeline offered her cheek to ere pel Wrong. indeed, and it will before we meet, though the ahass vanouid sail ever so fast." As I write recollection darkens, rg sun sinks behind the little zar- the little shape and it is dark nig to Sean I yearn- ; ruth from her ow den--a f. the shadows tiocted still distinct here long see I I knew, and turning, I beheld my, little friend fiawbentne She vee 'pale, ae CEer wise com- * Have you heard that. I am going I stammered something, I know not have been inaudible. choking sensation, and from "JT have just got a letter from my to go back home im- fu she' placed in my han she fea in the morning. oo she exclaimed: I did read it, in one quick, painful I remember every word of ee ats a Jarge, Little. Madeline : rom the good people are living that a taken place, and +ee t you°must come home at once. good-bye to all your friends in England; perhaps you may never see them again. Co delay to your loving father me without Roderick Grahsrn Prepared as I had been for the Boi: heaviiy as it might led with my ked down a yiolent rceived my consternation, and But there was a2 her f as ve prayei, many a night that my father would send for me, she "and now he has y feel Iam afraid there is something wrong at yc be sorry, Hugh, At this open question I broke down and burst into a violent sob, eal in looked earnestly into 'I thought you mine, and wont be sc miss me s0 muci: e been great friends; I never bait 1 could be such friends I shall tell my father il like you, 'too. W and say good- ~ --_ = * could not auswer for tears; but I fut my arms round her neck, and I dic kiss her--a pure, true, loving boy's on of the kisses men in the broad world. M fy tears moistened her cheek as I id not cry herself. and cherishing me; at sharing little »assion. d than I to are more ini at she Pigs pa Woe than I Si iifent. "Yet her manner was fall of strong Sh e would miss me, my agony, I foun how sooff our Fides ment to hear that to leave Munster's at to sail in two days, and I must go away to Liverpool to- cane 2. Rai morning. be fades away, ht. I seem But what is this that, gleams up grey light of d a very disturbed sleep | and am awakened: by a harsh so It is the sound at is daylight. 1 hear a hum of yoices in the house awakening uny _of 1 the room, I creep 'and look out ks the cold, ; damp How pitiless and cold lie the dews on the leaves all round! heart aches. A traveling carriage stands at the a co ei la coachman. box. h yomder from the house-poren Munster, and by her side the little figure that I love The proud spirit is broken _ this little eyes Rg soft and wet. Madeline clings to d nods adieu to the ser around to bid her not look this way. Does she The coachman cracks his whip, the horses break into a trot, the little one leaus out, and waves her hand- kerchief until the carriage rounds the corner and from view. Madeline! Little Nae I have fallen upon my knee last n My hea ing. All "the world bas grown dark for me in a mom To what new Enable Is this that I am about to waken, now that the one star of my life's dawn has faded away? CHAPTER IIf. After Ten Years, I Begin Life in _ Earnest. The prologue over, the drama of my life begins, There is always a prologue of some sort, in which the key-note of life is generally struck for good of evil, pleasure or pain. Mine the episode of little Madeline. Much of the spirit of what has n told will auetive in a events which Tama to n Madeiine Grahai faded at once and forever out 6 rectly ; but some months after her ar- rivaf in her distant home, shere ar- rived a wonderful parcel, full of dried fruits, nuts, and other foreign» reader addressed, in the hand I knew, "Master Hugh Trelawney," Munster's My sy laughed m its arrival. I tore it open, ang to find some mee in » Showing me that [I was not forgotten. There was not a_ line. With a somewhat heavy heart, distributed the more perishable fruits among my school-mates, reserving a very little for mysel{--for had no heart to eat. I stored up many of. the nuts in my trunk, till they quite mouldy a rotten. was obliged to throw them away, I seemed to cast away at the same mo- Petlc all my hope of seeing my dear tle love again. "No other message--uo other gift-- ever came; though wrote, in my " 4 round, boyish hand, a little letter of thanks and kind wishes. All grew sifent Little Madeline might be vine in her raves far over the lonely eg for aught I knew to the con- els ouniied at Munster's until Iwas fourteen. In all these yéars [ never forgot Madeline, never ceased to men ee Ee one every night when I dside, never relin- the de: >, b This iene page scat pession oe came, if I m the cret deren "ot my ite. 1 It brightened the coarse and indigent experience of school-life, filled it with tender and mysterious meanings vada associations; it made me inquiring and tender, in-- stead of hard and mean; it determin- ed my tastes in favor of beauty, and made me reverence true womanhood wherever I saw it. In a word, It gave my too commonplace experience an the coloring of rofiance 1t needed, in a dim religious light from far away. What wonder, then, if, at fourteen, I fouhd myself reading imaginative books and writing verses--of which early compositions, be certain, Made- ae wae | the chief and never-weary- ng t I had taken tolerable advan ntage., 0! Munster's tuition, and was Morricentie well grounded in the details of an or- aero English education. I had, oreover, a smattering of Latin, hich, in my after struggle for pel sistence, turned out very: useful should have progressed "still tacther under the care of ;my schoolmaster, but at this period |my father died, and I found myself\ cast upon = the world. It is not my purp bag a Lean sary--to enlar ri- t merely so far as it affects the strange 'incidents in which I after- wards became an actor. Things were at this point when I one niorning re- ceived the startling intelligence that my father was dead, and that I was left alone in all the world. Soa first me was one of ¥ ous sorrow. late seen very little of my father. had come to Munster's I had been left there, never' even going home for my holidays as other boys. did. un- ster's Was niy home, and to all in- tents and purposes Mr. and Mrs. Mur- ster were a father and mother to me. Still, now ledge that I remote quarter of t satisfaction, and caused me now. for a short time at least, to de- plore his | O85. (To be Continued.) _Advertising's Impact. De Quincey says: "There is first a literature of knowledge--science--and secondly a literature of power. The function of the first is to teach; the function of the second is te move." In De Quincey's time there was scarcely a literature of advertising. There is such a literature now, and it not only teaches the people but moves them. There is practically no motion in the avenues of Sed that does not impetus to mabelriceies im- - owe ita pact. arge pr rote history, and r "shail otek upon °