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- w... ._ . w+Wfi+mmh+§+fi+fi+M§+§§+fi+§+fiv~m§+m+fim+fi+ slowly refilled his pipe. $35 , 95. “You’ve lost her?” he said, uietâ€" + 4. q ii 3:! 1y. “That bears rather a wide sig- + ‘ nificance. What do you mean?" . 5i “Do you want the proper word in + 4 all its vulgar brutality?" asked Cyril fi 39 almost savagely. “Have it, then! gs I 33 She has jilted me! There, now you know what's the matter with me, gé 3 and why you can’t find any heart + + in my picture. I’ve no heart to it: g plut into it. Yes, shehhas jilltgd met: tirown me over as s e wou c cas - ._ 37‘ aside a wornâ€"out crlove, and I'm such L a 4. c_ it; 35 a miserable imitation. of a man that +2 1+" I'm wearing myself into a shadow 35 ‘0' over her." He laughed bitterly. “You know what the Spanish pro- verb says, that 'man was made for woman, and woman was made for herself.’ And it is true by Heaven! For if she is falseâ€"and she- isâ€"thcre is not a true, unselfish woman in the world.” “That’s rather a large order," said Jack, under his breath. “Why has she thrown you over, lad?" “Ask of the winds that blow at even. Why shouldn‘t she, you mean? Why should the daughter of an earl be faithful to a man who she thinks is only a poor devil of an artist? I. know it all, I can see it all. Heaven! 1+9???“ Mfi¥¢€+ 3385+ fi+§3§+§3§+3§ +fl+fi+§fif +3§§33£+35+§€+§§+ fivfi +35 CHAPTER XXIX. ' Three days before the papers an- nounced the "serious illness of the fight- Honorable the Earl of Arrowâ€" dale,” Cyril Burne sat at work uponl the beach at Lorient. Brittany Was anything but a beast- ly place, as Jack Wesley had declar- ed, and the prospect of golden sands. deep blue sea and Sky, and rugged rocks ought to have filled Cyril's ar- tistic soul with rapture. But the expression on his to put foot on Breton bids me shore?” “Iâ€"I couldn’t tell you how glad I am to see you if I tried!” said Cyril, his face flushed with the urn expected pleasure. "I was thinking of you not ten minutes ago, I was, indeed. How well you look, Jack!” “And how unwell you look, Cyril!” he retorted, smiling still, but with a lsneaking suspicion of tenderness in his voice, for the flush had died out [of Cyril’s face, and it looked pale _ face and harrassed. “What’s the matter, was anything but rapturous, and: lad? Brittany air doesn’t suit you?" he worked at his picture with the "Oh, I’m all right." v stolid, dogged countenance of a conâ€" “And this is the picture?” Vict pursuing his allotted task. Jack, Stan-ding. before it. Every now and then he stopped “Yes. What do you think of it?” painting and stared at the canvas asl “Pretty, very. I like the composi- if he were looking throngh it, and at! tion. That piece of graygreen is such times his head sank upon his good, decidedly good.” breast, and what little light had Then he stopped and looked hard been in his EYES died out» and a: at it, and went behind the easel and hopeless, sick-andâ€"sorry look creptl stared at the back of it." over his handsome face; a look which! “What on earth are you looking was not good to see on the countenâ€"’ for?" asked Cyril, ance of a man young, clever. and "The heart in it," replied with all the world before him. lironically, , It is scarcer necessary to say thatl “You may look all day and not at these times he was thinking of; find it," he said, bitterly, “because, Norah. It would be rather didicultfthere is no heart in it. But neverimst is silence,’ as Hamlet says. said to enable me to arrive at the truth! It was all very well while I was with her, but when she was left to herself, to think of what she had done, to face the fear of her fatherâ€"and yetâ€" oh. Jack, I' believed in her up to the hilt!” “Why don’t you write to her?" "Why don't I? Oh, my good Caesar, what a question! I have written to herâ€"twice. I put my heart into the letter, though I haven’t into the picture. herâ€"there, that's enough! I her to write me one .word, andâ€"‘the I) Jack, I implored [ begged to say when he was not thinking ofi mind the picture. Here, help me “she would not, even write?" her; and just as her thoughts of himg with these things, and let us get up “she would not, even write , 9,] Were full of problems and misuse/er- .to the house.” word," said Cyril, grimly, “Not able enigmas, so were his of her. I They shouldered the easel and even the word “G0!” Great Heaven, When a man falls in love with a' Things and Climbed the 13021011: tfâ€"‘vlk‘ when I think of her I wonder wheth- girl, he Hatters himSelf that. at least1 mg as “30y went, and 'TaCk noticed er I have not been dreaming: .so true he knows and understands her na-' that 05/111 talked Commum-‘SIY- ‘13 she seemed, so pure-«the driven snow ture. if he were afraid of a anSe- seemed not so pure, so unsullied as For instance: If any one had askodl They readied the house’ imd w?” She “'35- And ’90 braveâ€"nothing! Cvrn to describe Norah, he would soon seated at‘the meal which served Shoum separate us, she saw mm. epd} have summed her up somewhat in Cyul as dmnm and Slipper combmed' OVCI‘ agam- 1 Ca“ he?” he? 110‘“ “And now tell me all the news - - .- this fashion: 1 ., .. ,,,,_ ' He looked before him vuth fixedi 1 old man, he said. liy some of : (Wes, as if” indeed, he heard Norah.Si “Beautiful, truthful loving, honest;E ' L ‘ -now 'ou are beta I kll)\V l v - - > â€" ~ as the day to all the world, and! now 3,0,, are here' I kHz)“, 118;? § voice, and his head sank upon his - ' ,. I” t . ' 1' ast. Ialthml t9 m? 0mm? ‘dmmb lbavc missed you!” b £ch it was a dream and sweet And thlisdglfll' 1mm palm-l 11am???" “That’s “60' I“ abm‘c" “"3 hm“: ' enourh’ while it lasted: it’s the quak- women, a quxe .y an L00 y p u. grows fondeu Yes, not a bad cigm._ I _' ~ 3] t _ ’ 1‘ I And” .t . b 1 ed him; and, had either gmwn “mgr News_thcre is none. The House of , 111g a 'is so Jac. 1 is ac, 0f mm m a “mil (liys’f flint?“ hlmi Commons H Olg'lxliidnare rou awal'ev” said Jack . - - , . . \ .. I a . OM? at the hm 05h 0 it01 ful 1101' l‘ ‘ Hang the House Of Commons! "That’s soineth‘inrr' for cIleav ’ ' ' ' . I s i I ' ' 'lhel metre ef rougitho act. :19: : IVc heal-d of your success, Jack, and gm“ kncp go, 1.1:; so“. for S33}, )0) (e80! mu 0 11m, 0 mom )1.“ I meant to write to you'” he added' l’icI-l’but’ 'Iftf‘rnll there'sysomethiné‘l «. , y c . ‘ i . . besides love in the world. It would ter he became, the more puzzled and? rather Shamefacemy, “but though I Hmven t W1 ltten’ you know I m glad he a bad sort of world for all of us the more miserable. For, notwith~‘ standing her treatment of him, he, . , , , , 7 , knew that he loved her stillâ€"that i fflgfig: $1,313,333 €221, iii): swig: if there weren't. You’ve your art? she chose to turn to him and whistle: of your book in said vou were 1010wa 3'0“; that's the mistress who! him to her side he must fly to 1101‘,ic01ninn. poet and'Em. ‘once u pap‘el, never betrays you, never! Stick tol and kneel at her feet just as much; did Ha; lie ’And I suppoqc 7 u are her, lad, pay your devotions at her' he? WOT-Shipper and 51‘1"!) as he hadl the lion of the oil” season, 23131 will shrine’ and reap your reward". chl‘ been. , . I 1.0m. a“ through the next one, Deal. “You are a good fellow, Jack, and In the words of the Persian P001: 01d Jack!" - I've reason for being fond of you, I exnecttand I admire you. Yes, my admiraâ€" and gone i tion runs on all fours with my love “Not much of a lion. and could not take it back. you’ll do a“ the roaring, .her voice is like that of the {that flies over DamaScus; her face is iwho loved her, and I thought Behind him, perched on the. cliffs. Sadi, he had given his heart .to heal . l 1 of the rest of us will be able to make aiid gratitude but when I hear you was the house which Lord . Ncu’fll ourselvw hearty talk like that I want to laugh; I had lmilt for limsclf, but ll‘lS lord- “My 1.0m- wiu 130' n whine_ I'm want to laugh badly. You talk like ship had gone away and lelt Cyril good for nothing; a failure of the a book, but, like a, book that do. sole master. In fact, his lordship had found the young artist so gloomy and morose a companion that he could not stand him for longer than a week, and had flown in self- defense. Cyril would have flown, too: unite! 550mg of Cyril's very first magnitude.' But go on. Instead of going on, Jack, after a glance at him, looked round the room, which was furnished like a fashionable hunting box, but lined with pictures, among them being earlier ones, show- ! don’ t know i scribes mountain scenery by a man, who has never been higher than Primâ€" rose Hill. You'rc a poet, but you what love meansâ€"you haven't the. A B C of it even. Did you never see a woman who touched your heart?” he wound up, savagely. l a hundred times a day he had been! ing that Lord Newau had taken a ‘ “That’s a straight question, and! assailed by an intense longing to Very solid fancy to Ovfips worn. deserves a straight answer. Judge! kick his unfinished picture into the sea and start oil somewhere, or any- where; but he had learned something lNewall, for of “Comfortable quarters you’ve got. But, by the way, where is Lord course, this is his for yourself. You said just now that. 'I‘ was the lion of this oil‘ season. .lhat may or may not be. 'Anyhow, else beside the kack of painting, and[ place? I bog his lordshiva pardon for some reason best known to that was that for his complaint there} for not thinking of him bebmp» themselves, the people who collect was no remedy half so efficacious as “Oh, he's gone. He was to have lions lll their drawmgâ€"rooms have} hard work. He could manage forget Norahâ€"say, for a quarter an hour at a timeâ€"while he was painting, and he felt that if he threw up his work and wandered off noth- ing to do but brood over his trouble. he should probably go mad. 12f stayed for a month, but he found a 0 ‘week of my genial society sufficient. Ile fled the festive scene which my cheery presence was rapidly trans‘ forming into a third-class funeral." “And how did he like the picture?" asked Jack. done me the honor to ask mc‘to g0} and roarâ€"or brayâ€"in them of late, Generally I refuse, but the other night I went to one of their con~ founded receptions. The card of in- vitation was marked ‘small and early.’ There was a terrific crush, I So, he worked on silently and “I don’t think he liked it all, if I and Overyb'OEly came late. I poled moodily._ The good people of Lor- may judge from his remarks. Emmy “030 msm“ “10 (1001‘. and. ROE ient, who are sociable enough if you observed that it wasn’t up to iny'm‘mg the pros-DC“ 0f 130mg lOSt-Iedl rub them the right way, could make nothing of the young painter who was staying at “milord's” house. The men got nothing to answer their genial "Bon jour, monsieur," l l to . usual form, and I could have for- given himrâ€"if I hadn’t felt that he! spoke the truth!" “A little oil“ color?" said Jack. “Yes, but. I shall be all right now. but a. growl, and the girlsâ€"most of; I wanted a glimpse of you, old man, whom are well have cast their smiles at rocks and stones as bestow them up-. on the handsome young foreigner who did nothing but paint, paint, paint, or tramp, tramp, tramp, up and down the sea-shore." They called him "The Silent Eng- lisher.” ' On this particular afternoon he went on painting and thinking till the fading light warned him that it was time to leave ol'f painting and take to thinking only, l just about to rise and put his thingsl together, when he heard a step on the beach behind him. He did not turn his head, because ! l terrible prettyâ€"might as“: that was what I wanted. the" be some and he was, llcartâ€"â€"â€"’ heart you’ll see." “And when do you come back?'-'- "Never. That is, I‘m not sure. I shau't hurry; I like Brittany. ‘It suits me; it’s lonely and quiet andâ€"-~" “Better than Jack, quietly. “Yes, better than Santleigh. Jack, if you love me, don’t mention the placeâ€"not to-night, at any rate. There are chords in the I in the daub, now, Santleigh? put in human “What's the matter with Sant- leigh? I thought the presence of a certain young lady ooautified it and made it a distinct and precious par- } hadn't written I in a hot room, was bolting, when a woman I didn’t know from Eve. but who turned out to be the lady of the house who had asked me, came up, and after saying something pleas- ant. offered to a volume of poems, 01‘ committed any crime of that kind, but she was simply famous for her beauty and herâ€"charms, as the oldâ€" fashioned writers used to put it." ' . Cyril sank into his chair and, lean- ing his head upon his hand, listened rather listlessly. “ “I'm not a painter,” went on Jack~ and so I can’t describe her. I only' know thatâ€"well, she took my breath away. I dare there are many more beautiful women in the world. I haven’t taken much stock of them in the flesh; mine are born in my imagination; but this young person ‘fetched’ me in a manner peculiar and when he did so, the peasants, who adise.” strange. She was neither dark nor had occasmnally strayed from the “For God's sake, don’t. chaff me, fair. I remember she had a kind of' fields across the beach, Would persist in trying to talk to him, and he kept his eyes fixed sullenly before him un- til the footsteps came close him and a voice said: "Good-evening, sir." "Jack!" “How doth the busy bce‘? lad. how goes the picture?" behind Woll , l l put i nt 0 words. Jack," he said, and his voice shook. "If you knew all " “Tell me all,” said Jack, quietly. “Man, I can't" broke out Cyril, in a smothered voice. “It's bad enough to think of; impossible to n “What has happened? Is she (lend?! “That's a good word, . ack. Yeah! introduce me to ill Tth will 1 young lady who was a lioness. She l redâ€"gold hair, and that her face had very little color in itâ€"what we writers call ivory-white, if I mistake not; and her eyesâ€"I don’t think I can tell you their color. They might have been brown, but I am not sure they were not blue; let's say thev were violet. And when she Spoke, faint, shadowy kind of smile came “Why, man, where did ,von cmnei she is deadâ€"dead to me, at any rate. over her face like the play of moon.i from?" he demanded. “What on! Jack, I’ve been almost mad. I think light upon water. I beg your par-l earth brings you here?" “I will be mercifil and not reply 1 ing, the Havre boat and my own legs," said Jack, smiling. “Is there law, French or otherwise, which ion 1 if you had not turned up this even- I really should have gone inel- ancholy silly. Don't say a word, any and I’ll tell youâ€"I've lost her!" Jack was silent a moment as hei don if I grow poetical, but this young lady deserved all the poetry at man could grind out. ller voiceâ€" I heard her before I spoke to herâ€" was like music; not the loud, oLtru-z W sive kind of music, but soft and low; the sort that steals over you and DD ANIMALS USE BRAINS? sets your heart aching with pleasure A Michigan “an “35 cat That thaw“ and pain nicely mixed." “Heaven and earth!” “She was dressed, well, I suppose she was the best. dressed woman in the room. 'I’m not a painter; but if I were, I’d try to paint that girl, and when I'd succeededâ€"but I never should succeedâ€"I'd remark, ‘Finis,’ and lay down my brush." “You are in love with her!" “Just so. I was. I forgot all the rest of the people. I was deaf to the noise of the idiots cackling and laughing; I ceased to hear the man at the piano who had been making life a burden to me. I thought of nothing but this beautiful creature with the face of an angelâ€"angel be hanged; a woman!-â€"â€"and I thought: ‘Jack, my friend, if you ever fall in love, fall in love with some one like this, if you can find another like her. For here, enshrined in this lovely casket, is a heart of surpassing ten- derness and truth. Here is the great prize for which mankind is ever and over striving. Here is a pearl and a ruby, not to say a diamond, above price. If; ever purity and unselfishâ€" ness, and innocence of all sordid emotions dwelt in a human heart, knows I’ve thonght’ enough about it! they dwell in the heart-of this exâ€"' quisite specimen of womanhood. Her smile is as the perfume of Shiraz; turtle a dream and a delight-L" Cyril groaned again. Norah flitted before him. “'And then I spoke to her. 'And she smiled. I thought I would try and win her good grace, for-oh! my friend, I happened to know the man cun- ningly, that his name would bring a blush to her face, and I said something like this: ‘T trust you will not receive me altogether as a stren- ger, for I hold, as friend the man who loves you, Lady Norah,â€"â€"Cyril Burne.’ " “What! Have you seen her? It was Norah?" “It was Lady Norah Arrowdale." “Andâ€"what did she say?" “She saidâ€"in her musical voice," he said, grimly, “you are mistaken; Mr. Cyril Burne is no friend of mine.‘ " Cyril's hand fell from Jack’s Shoulâ€" der, and he dropped back into the chair and hid his face in his hands. Jack rose and laid both hands on his shoulders. ' “And then I knew that either some devilish work had come between this lovely creature and the man who loved her, or that a woman could he as fair as Eve, look as tender as a, lily in the morning dew, and yet be utterly heartless, and I resolved to go to my friend and help him smash up his illusions, help him tear that Feta Morgana from his heart, and be a man again. I inquired about her afterward. and I heard that the man who won her heartâ€"if she pos sessed oneâ€"was a certain Guildford liertonâ€"â€"â€"" Cyril started. “I saw him before I came away. 'A goodâ€"looking manâ€"just the man to touch a statue in the semblance of a woman; just the man to take effect uponâ€"â€"â€"â€" Stop. Don’t heed what I said, lad! By Heaven! even as I spoke the recollection of her face broke in upon me, and I cannotâ€"I cannot believe her false, aye, even with her own words in my earsâ€"â€"-" “I know! Oh I know! She has cast her spell over you! Butâ€"butâ€" oh, Jack, I’d written to herâ€"I was going to send it to-morrow!” He took a letter from his pocket. “Here it is! See!” He tore it into frag- ments and tossed it into the uood fire burning on the open hearth. “I’m awake now, thanks to you, and there goes the great â€"thc one sweet dream of my life! Fill your glass, Jackâ€"fill it up, and let us drink perd‘ition to all Women.“ (To be Continued.)_ -â€"-â€"-â€"--â€"-bâ€"--â€"-â€"--' “TI-IE SPAN OF ANIMAL LIFE. The span ofjhuman life seems of late to have been extending under favorable conditions, and it exceeds that of most animals. Camels live for forty or fifty years, cattle, at most, thirty, sheep eight or nine, and dogs about fourteen. Instances are on record in which elephants have lived 150 years in captivity, which were of unknown age at that time of their capture, and it is believed that they may reach 300 years. Whales have, it is thought, a. stir} longer span, and there is the wellâ€" known instance of longevity in the tortoise which was captured in 1693 and was killed by an accident in 1753. Among birds the eagle and the swan seem to enjoy the longest spell of active life, and among fish- the record seems to be held by carp, which have‘boen known by authentic records to live 200 years. Pike and river trout may attain respectively to ninety and fifty years. â€"-â€"â€"+ ASHAMED OI" REL ATION. Ellaâ€"“You are always talking about your uncle Jim. It’s strange I never see you with him." Jimâ€""It would be stranger if you did. When I visit my uncle I look out that nobody sees me." Ellaâ€""Why, is he such a man?" Jim-J‘l‘fell, he features.” bad has his redeeming _.¢..__..._.. Lots of men are loo busy trying to save the country to earn an honest living. Young ’Unwl've had five lhousand left. me by an uncle who’s never seen me? Old 'Unw'l‘bal explains it! _» Kittens to Climb Trees. Apropos of the controversy as to whether animals teach their young, an Ypsilanti, Mich, man has a family of cats that prove the theory. The mother cat is an exceptionally intelligent ani- malâ€"she has ingenious ways of open- ing doors and getting her own way generally. She never mews, but when she cannot make the family undersland her wants by dumb begging she will sit down directly in front of her master or mistress and proceed to lalkâ€"an emâ€" phatic and peculiar sound that means business when accompanied by a re- proachful and somewhat contemptuous steady gaze at the stupid human who does not understand. This out had a bright but somewhat timid kitten one summer, and when she thought it old enough to be trusted she taught it by example to climb a tree. The kitten learned to go up, but went loo far and dared not come down. The mother went up to where the kitten was lodged, and after a few remarks backed down the tree and jumped off, looking back lo see the kitten follow. It was too scared, so she tried it again. Again the kitten merely squalled and shrank from trusting itself away from its crotch. The third time the cal lost pa- tience, and going up she grasped the kitten by the scruff of the neck and brought it down backward with her. After that the kitten had no further trouble in climbing down. Her next set .of kittens had two spared ' to grow up. One when shown how to come down from the tree by his mother, caught on the first time and was proud of his accomplishment; but the other was too afraid to follow. The other went up twice and came down to show the timid one how, and as the latter still hesitated, it improved on its mother‘s leaching by going up above where the timid kitten was perched and pushing it out of the crotch and down the tree. After that there was no further trouble. A dog in the same household learned to catch moles, but when it tired of play- ing with them it would let them go alive. One day its master spoke to him, picking up the mole and saying: “Pat, when you are through with a mole you should kill itâ€"so,” shaking the mole by lhe back of its neck. Ever after that .Pat remembered, and before leaving its mole would shake the life, out of it. Later a neighbor bought a young purww, which became Pat’s playmate, and for whom the older dog often caught moles. The youngster in turn would let the little animals go when it grew tired of playing. and one day Pat was seen to pick up the escaping mole Iin his teeth, take it to the younger deg, sit down and look into the others eyes, and go through the process of shaking the mole to death. After that the younger dog always finished his play by shaking the mole precisely as his dog master had taught him. . _____._4 HOW LETTERS ARE ENDED. There is a large choice for endings of letters, ranging from. the ofliclal “Your obedient servant" to the friendly "Yours truly," “Yours sin- cerely," and "Yours affectionately.“ James Howell, the historian (1720), used a quaint variety, such as “Yours inviolably,” “Yours verily,“ “Yours really,” “Yours in no vulgar way of friendship,” “Yours, yours, yours!" Walpole wrote “Yours very much,” and to Hannah More, in 1789, "Yours more and more." John Bright ended a controversial letter in the following biting terms: “I .am, sir, with whatever respect is -due to you." The habit of the old Board of Commissioners of the Roy- al Na.Vy to subscribe their letters to officers, “Your affectionate friends,” was discontinued when a disguished captain replied to them in similar terms. He was desired to discon- tinue the expression, and in conse-- quence he ended his next communica- tion, “1 am, gentlemen, no longer your affectionate friend." .__.____+_.__.â€"‘ INTERESTING ITEMS. The wedding ring- is worn on the left hand because the right is symbolical rt authority and the left of obedience. Women of today are, on an average, two inches taller than they were twentyâ€" l’ive years ago. Iliin heels owe their origin to Persia, where they were introduced lo raise the feet from the burning sands of that country. While the wedding service is proceed- ing in Japan the bride kindles a torch and the bridegroom lights a fire from it and burns the wife’s playlhings. The invention of the typewriter has given employment to 500,000 women. It is believed to be bad luck to cut. the finger-nails on Friday, and manicurisls say their business is lightest on that day. The average age at which women marry in civilized counlries is said to be twenty-two years and a hull. +._.___._. TO BE BEMEMBERED. Be contented and prosper. Be careful. Care prevents many dropped stitches and bad breaks. Be careful. Be prompt. Slackness makes Slov- enly homes and weary v.'orl(.l-wandcr~ ers. 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