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SIR GUY'S WARD. A THUILLTNO 8TOUY OF LOVE AND " Lilian," in a t ne full of vehement re- proach, "do not tntU with me now. Autwer DM : why do you so [-k to me ?" "Recalls* I thiuk you ought to hare asked WM long ago !" return! she, outing a h>lf-shy, half-leu dor glance it faiin upward* from the azure eye* that art absolutely drowned la lean. Thee, without a word of warning, *he buriUuu; crying ; and, Uuy catching- her passionately in hi* ariiu, ihe sobs awy all her nerTou* gladness upon hi* hesrU " My darling, my tweet, do you really tor* me?" asks liny, after a few moment* given up to sooh ecstasy a* may be known ono* in a lifetime, not of loner. " What a question '." ssys Lilian, milling through -?ye* that are (till vet. "I have not once a*k*d u of you. I look into your eye* M*| I tee lore written there m great big letter*, and 1 am unified. Can you not ** the same ia IT me' Look closely, very closely, and try if you cannot." "Dear eye* 1" *ay* tiny, kitting them separately. " Lilian, if indeed you love me, why hve you made life o odious to in* for the lani three month*." " Because I wain't going to be civil to people who were over attentive to other people," aay* Lilian, in her ntt lucid man- ner. " And sometime* I thought you liked Florence." Florence? PsHaw ! Who oould like Florence, having vnoe Men you ?" " Mr. Boer could, I'm lure. He ha* teen child, so long a* your guardian encourage* you in your wickvdutw," says Lady Chst- woode, (lulling too. " Do I encouriiae her ? Surely that u a libel," (sysiiuy : " ihe herself will bear me witucM how frequently though vainly I bav* rsirone 1 with hornn her conduct. 1 hardly know what u to !* done with her. unless - " hre be pauses, and look* at Lilian, who decline* to mc-t hi* glance, but let* her hand dip from Lady Chetwoode'r head down to her shoulder, where it re*t* nervously- " unle** I take her myself, and marry her oat of hand, before she hai time to lay * no.'" " Perhaps eren ilid you allow me time I should not aay 'no,'" says Lilian, with astonishing meekness, her face like the heart of a " red, red rose." Something in her son'* ey*, something in Lilian's tone, rouses LiJy Chelwoode to compreheiaion. "\Vhsti* it?"*he asks, quickly, and with agitation. " Lilian, why do yon tand ther* ? Come here that I may look at yon. Can it be possible? Have yon " We hve," repliei Lilmi, interrupting her gently; and suddenly going down on ber knee*, ihe place* her arm* round her. auntie? Am 1 very un- ou have me for your daughter, after all ?'' " Sorry !" aay* Lady Chetwoode, and, had he spoken volume*, ilie oould not hare , " Are you sorry, a worthy? Wont o ' a expressed more unfeigned joy. " And has m*, as seldom as I could manage, certain- all your quarrelling ended so?" she ly, but still often enough to mark tbe wide difference between us. " Boer U a lunatic," sayi Guy, with con- viction, "i|uile unaccountable. But 1 think I could forgive him all his peccad- illoes if he would promise to marry Florence and remove her. I can stand almost any- thing, except ungle chants as performed by her. " " Then all my jealousy wa* for nothing T" with a slight amile. All. But what of mine? What of Cbssney ?" He regard* herearnwtly a* he ask the queition. " Poor Archie," ihe **y*, with a pang of real orrow ami regret, as she remembers everything And titen follows a conver- sation con lined exclusively to Archibald, being filled with all the bean-burning* and despair caused by that unhappy young man's mistaken attention!. When the sub- ject ha* eihausted iteeli, aud they are once more lilent, they find themielre* thought- ful, perhaps a little sad. A sigh rscapes Lilian. Raising her head, (he looki at her lover anxiously. " <luy," she says, rather tremulouily, "you have nerei aaid one reproachful word to me about what happen Uhe olh*r night - in the library. I am thinking of it now. When I call to mind my wratched temper I feel frightened. Perhaps perhap* I hall nc*, make you happy." " I defy yon to make me unhappy 10 long a* you can tell m* honestly you love me. I> not tak* advantage of it wi'h a little U'igh " if I confes* to you 1 would rather hare a box on the ear from you than a kiss from any other woman. Rut such i* the degra ling truth. Nevertheless" teas'ngly " next time I would ask you, a* a favour, not to do it quite so hard :" 11 Ah, liny," tearfully, and with a hot blush, " do not jest about it." . How can I do anything rise to-da ?" presently, with an amused laugh. ask*, Then, tenderly, " Still *ad, my own ? Tak* that littl* pucker off your brow. Do you imagine any act of yours dbuld look ba<ily in my eyei ? You are my life my lor* my heart.' Whar. I recollect how miserable I was yesterday, I can hardly believe in try happiness of to-day." " I>earc*t," *ay* Lilian, her voice falter- ing, " y"u are too good tome." Then, turn- ing lo him, of her own sweet will she throw* her arm* around hi* neck, and lay* her soft flushed cheek te hi*. " I thai I never b* bad to you again, Ouy," she whisper* ; " lxli*ve that ; never, nevi-r, never .'" i oming into tbe hall a littl* later, they encounter her ladyship'* mud, and ilop lo peak to her. " 1* Lady Chetwoode's head better?" asks Lilian. " Can 1 see her, Hardy ?" " Yes, Miss Chesney. She ii much better ; *be hs* had a lit! le sleep, and has asked for you leveral time* iinoeshs awok*. I could not find you anywhere." " I will go to Mr now," lay* Lilian, and h* and liny, going up stun, mak* Iheir way to Lady Chetwoode'* ttmm. " lieiter, auntie ?" asks Lilian, binding over tier, a**h*lit in her comfortable inn- fair. "Rather lietter, darling," return* auntie, who i* now feeling a< well as pom ibl* (though it I* yet ton soon te admit it even to herself), and who haijntt finished (cutlet, and aglaas of tbe rare old port 10 strongly recommend- f\ by Dr. Illank. " liny, bring over that chair for Lilian. Silting up late at night always upsst* m*. " I " ftwa*ahorrlblball."sav*Miu Lili.in, ungratefully ; " I didn't enjoy it on.- bit." , " No ?" in amaument. " My dear, you ' * ' lialr urprl** m*. I thought 1 had never seen you look MI joyoui in my life. " " It was all forced gayety." with a light laugh. "My heart wa* slowly breaking all tbe time. I wanted to dance with one person, who obstinately refused to ask me, snd * spoiled my entire evening, not crn il of that ' one person' ? " " Y*s, just so," replies uy, taking Lil- ian's hand, and railing it to hi* lips. " We hare got it all orer before our marriage, so as to hai s none afterwards. I* it not so, Lilian?' She smile* assent, and there I* something ia the amil* so sweet, so adorable, that, in pile of hi* mother " and a'," Oujr kisses her on tk* ipol. "I am so relieved," says Lady Chelwoode, regarding her new daugh- ter with much fondness, "and just a* I had given up all hope. Many time* 1 wiihed for a girl, when I found myself with only two troublesome boys, and now at last I hare one a real daughter. " "And 1 a mother. Though I think my oame for you will always be the one by which I learned lo love you, Auntie," re turns Lilian, tenderly At this mu i ent Cecilia open* tbe door cautiously, and, (teppiitr very lightly, -M ten the room, followed by Cyril, also on tiptoe. Seeing Lady Chelwoode, however, standing olosn to Lilian and looking quit* animated and not is the least invalided, they brighten up, and advance more brisk- " Dr-ir Madre," (ays Cecilia, who has adopted Cyril's (name for hi* mother, " 1 am glad to *e* you so much better. 1* your headaahe quite gone !" " (Juite, my dear. Lilian hai cured it. She i* the most wonderful physician." Aud 'hen the new-comers sre told the delightful I'.ory, and Lilian receive* two more caresses, and get* through three or four Mushes very beautifully. Thy are still asking many questions and uttering pretty speeches, when s step upon th* cor ridor outside attract* their attention. It i* a jaunty step, and undoubtedly be- longs to Mr. Musgrave, who is informing Ihe household generally, at th. top of hi* fresh young voice, that ho i* "ragged and torn," and that he rather enjoy* it than otherwise. Coming cloee to the d-.or, how- ever, he moderate* Ins transport*, and, Ion ing sight of the vagaliond, degenerate* one* more into that vary inferior creature, a decently clothed and well-combed young tf*ntlman. Opening th* door with prai*e<vorthy carefulness, he says, in th* meekest and most sympathetic voice possible, " I imp* your h.adaciie is belter, LaJy Chetwnode?' 1 Ity this time he hai hi* head qnit* inside the door, and bacome* pleasantly conscious that there 11 loinelhiiig festive in the air within. The properly lachrymose expres- sion he ha* auumed vanish** as if by magin, while hi* usual dsbounair mule returns to his lip*. / " Oh, 1 say then il wa* all a swindle on the part of Hardy, want ?" h* asks. "Dear Lady Chelwoode, it make* me feel positive- ly young agsiu to nee you looking so well. Your wnnif j hinted to me you were at th* point of death." "Come in, Taffy. You too sh.ill hear what ha* revived me," suyi her ladyship, miling, and thereupon unfolds her tale to him, over which lie twain*, ml look* bleu- iugs on all around. " I knsw it," h* *ay* ; " could have told everybojjy .11 about it months ago ! couldn't I, Lil * Remember the day I bet you a fiver h* would prop-we to you in lix months?" " I leinenilwr nothing of th* kind,' says MUs Cheiney, horribly chocked. "Taffy, how can you say such a thing *" " Tell us all about it, Taffy," entreat* languidly , from th* depths of an air. " 1 f el so don* up with all I i goat through t bis morning, that I ; long for a wholesome exciting little tale to roue* m* a hit, lio on." Mrs. declaren he must take her out for a walk, Irs: she should commit Herself any further The happy day at length U drawing to a cloee. Already it i* evenmp. though still the dying light lingers, a* if loath to go. Archibald Chantey, after a harried private l/'orview with Lady Chetwoode, ha* uken bis <i*p.v'-iw. not to return again to Chet- woode unit' tim l-as gruwn into year*. In her own room Lilian, even in the midst of her ncw-lx.ni gladness, ha* wept bitterly I fur him, and snrrovred honettly over the r<>m*mbranu of hi* ~W and disappoint- ment. Ot all the household Florence aio- - la (till in ignorance of the wonderful ersnt tht has taken place siooe morning. Her aunt has declared her intention of being the ono to impart the good new( to her, for which all the others are devoutly thankful. She Mis* Ueauohamp ha* been outdriv- ing all tbe afternoon tor the benefit of her dear complexion ; has vikited the schools, and there succeeded in irritating almost to the verge of murder the unhappy teachrr and all the wretched little children : has had an interview with Mr. Boer, who (how- el himself on the occasion even more em- press* than tuual ? ha* returned, and is now once more seated at her work iu the drawing-room, covered with wool* and glory. Near hr sits Lilian, absently winding a tiny ball of wool Having finished her task, she hands it ( to Florence with a heavy igh indicative of relief. "Thank*. Will you do another?" asks Florence. " No, oh, no !" hastily. Then laughing, " You mustn't think me uncivil," she says, " bat I am really not equal to winding up another of those interminable bails. My head goes round as fast as the wool if not faster." " And are. you going to sit there doing nothing?" ask* Florence, glancing at her with ill-concealed disapproval, as the young lady proceeds to onsoonre herself in the rosiest depth* of the oo*ie*t cliair the room contains, ai close to the fire a* jrudenoe will permit. I am almost rare of it," *h* answers. " Veil," blandly : " that exactly illus- trates my idea." " You think, then, be dislikes me ?" I aay* Lilian, raising herself the better to examine her companion'* features, while a sens* of thorougii amusement makrs itself felt within her. " Di*l ike" apologetically " i* a hard word. And yet at time* I think so. Snrelv vou must have noticed how be avoids yon n, declines to carry out any argu- mtr n: imaced by yon." " : ill iil. for my want of sensibility," Lilian.meekly. " No, I have not notic- ! lave you not ?" with exaggerated sur- prise. " I have." At this most inopportune moment Ony enters tbe room. " Ah, Guy," says Lilian, quietly, " com) hers. I want to tell you something. " H* come* over obediently, gladly, aad tand* by her chair. It is a low one, and he lean* hi* arm* upon th* bacc of it. " Florence ha* just said you bate being contradicted," she muirurs, in hsr softest tones. " If she did, there wa* a great deal of truth in the remark, "b* answers, with an amused laugh, while Florence glanoe* up triumphantly. " Most fellows do, eh ?" " And that I am the one that generally contradict* yon." " That i* only half a truth. If she bad aaid who always contradict* me, it would have been a whole one. " L.lian rises. She place* ber hand lightly on hi- arm. " She also laid that for that reason yon dislike m* '." Th* word* were uttered quietly, but somehow tsars havs gathered in the violet eyes. " Disliks :" exclaimi hsr lover, the very faint symptom* of distress upon his darling s face cause* him instant pain. " Lilian ! how absurd you are ! How could such a word pass between us ? Surely Florence must know has not my mothsr told you ?" he asks, turning lo Mis* Beauchamp a look full of surprise. " I know nothing," replies she, growings shade paler. At this moment she does know, aad detenu you follow m?" she asks, esrtaia arch swectcex in ber eyas. " tn * *""' "' tD< w " r ' r ' " ret urns he. eagerly, and together, pa** out of sight. haad in baud, they OsAM IBULiBU. . , finally to accept, when next complacently, horrifying the proper Florence : offer*!, the devotion Mr. Boer has been being one of her chief joys. " I am never ahowering upon her for the past two months, really happy until I feel myself thoroughly Yes, ihe will take him for better, for idle. I detest being useful. I love doing | worse, voice, low church tendencies, and 'nothing, 'as yon csjl it, I bars always looked upoa Dr. Watt's bee a*, a tiresome lunatic.' " Do you never think it i to improve your mind' '" sary to try " Does crewel work improve the mind?" opening her eye* for an instant lazily. " Certainly ; ia so far that it leave* time for reflection. There I* something soothing aboul it th%t assist* the mind. While one work* one can reflect." " Can one, " naughtily : " I couldn't. I can du any number of thing*, bat I am al- moat peetive I couldn't reflect. It mean* doesn't it? going orer and over again dis- agreeable scenes, snd remembering how much prettier one might hav* behaved under inch and luch circumstance*. I call that not only wearying but unpleasant. No, I feel sure I am nghu I shall never, if I can help it, reflect." " Then you are content to be a mere butterfly an idler on th* face of the earth all your day*?" aaks Florence, severely, taking Ui* high and moral tone ihe has been successfully cultivating ever since her acquaintance with Mr. Boer. " A* long a* 1 can. Surely when I marry it will be inn. 1 enough to grow 'useful,' and go in for work generally. You sse on* can'tavoid it then. Keeping one's hnsbaud in order, I have been always told, i* an onerous job. " " You intend marrying, then ?" Some- thing in the other's tone hai routed Flor- ence to curiosity. 81.* lit* up aad look* faintly interest**!. " Ye* " " Soon ?" " Perhaps." " You are serious '" 14 Quite serious." " Ah !" A pause. Miss Beanchamp takes up two ihad.m of wool and examines them critically. They are ao exactly alike that it can mak* little diflerencu which -In- chooses. Rut *h* ii methodical, and would die rather than mako onu false ititch in a whole acre of canvas. Having mad* her ohoic* of the Iwo shades, she return* to th* attack. I h*d no idea you liked your cousin so much," she says. " So much 1 How much T" say* Lilian, quickly, turning very red. Her cousin i* a *ore subject with her juit now. No : but I thought you nai.l - Nothing of him, I am sure," still hasti- ly. Oh ! I beg your pardon. I quite fan- cied" Hera she pauses, somewhat mysti- fied. Then, " Yon and he are very good friends, are you not ?" all. .The latter may be altered the former ileuced. I know nothing," she says ; " what U it ?" " Merely this, that Lilian and I ire going to be married this summer. Lilian, of your goodness do not contradict me, in thi* mat* ter at least," bending a tender smile upon his betrothed, who return* it shyly. " I confess you surprise me," says Flor- rnc*, with the uiino*t self-possession! though her lip* are still a trifle whit*. " I hav* never been so astonished in my life. Yon seem to uie so on*uited so but that only shows now impoMibl* it i* to judge rightly ia mch a case. Had I beea tukad to name th* feeling I believed yon two entertained for each other, I should unhssitatingly have called it hatred '" " How we hare deceived the British Public !" say* Ouy, laughing, although at her words a warm color ha* crept into his face. "For the future we must nut ' dis- semble. ' Now we have shown onrselvM up in our trn* oolors, Florence, you will, I hope, wikh u* joy. " " Certainly, with all my heart," in a tons impossible to translate: "my only regret is. that mere wishing will not iniare it to yon." Hers a servant opening the door informs Mies Beauchamp that Lady Chetwoode withe* to see her for a few minutes. ".Say I shall be with her directly," rs- turns Florence, and, rising leisurely, she sweeps, without the smallest appearanos of haste, from the room. Then Lilian turns to Sir Guy : " How curiously she uttered that last speech : almost a though she hoped we Iioiild not be happy. I am rare I am right; he dues not want yon to marry me." " She wsanot enthusiastic in her con- gratulations, I admit But that need not A llvrl, I llllr lurid. l Mkirb Tl> Place al Ike full. A dispatch from Niagara Falls, Oat., says : One ./ the most xoitis) k - -Mrglarie* that hare occurred on the frontie* happen ed early thi* morning on the American aide of th* river. Burglar* catered tbe residence of Arthur L. Hasting*, secretary of tne Cliff paper mill, and benjamin Rhodee, president of the British Electric Light Company, in the fashionable part of the city. They were discovered and fled. The polio* were teie- phonoi and officer* quickly located the two men near the New York Central (tattoo. Th* burglar* quickly palled revolvers and whiza went two bullets past the officers' heads. The men started, a quartette of policemen after them. The** were officer* Malooey, Cannon, Halfy and Morgan. Dur- ing the chase some thirty to forty rhots were exchanged, and finally the men suc- ceeded in getting away. One of the men lost his hat, which wa* a brown derby. The officers are scouring the country for tbe men and think they have trace of then-.. They are pro'eeiionaU, aad it i* thought, cams from thi* si le of the river. " Very." coldly. " And yet," will "Oh, it wa* only thkt day al ilriiu's last autumn," begin* I vfTy. " Taffy. I desire you to lie silent," aay* Was it Lilian, going up to him and looking very | determined. " Do not attempt to speak " The fuot is," >*y liny, aildr***iiig bin when I tell you not to do so." mother, " ihe behaved *o infamouily, and i Wa* th* betting even, flirted *o di*gr*o*lully, all night, that the | Cyril. brlling even, Taffy?" ask* j ' on* p*r*on' wa* ijnits afrai<l to approach her" " I fear you did flirt a little, my* Lady Chelwood*, gentle reproof in her ton* : " that handsfitn.' young man you were <Un. ing with just Iwfore I left and No. She said " " Taffy !" "She sat. I he hnd a* much idvi of pro* posing to her iho had of " "Talfy !" " Marrying him, even ihould he k her," winds up Mr. Musgrave, exploding with rho iwm- vi d*voted hardly wnut home heart- , __ r whole. That was nauglity, darling, wasn't ' joy over'lns discomthtug disclosure, u' You should think of of other people's j "No one believes you," aay* Lilian, in! f.-. -!n, Ii Is palpable to both her he*rcrs detpair, while they all laugh heartily, and ' sbels alluding to Chesnry " Auntie," lays Minn t'hwnny, rrompily, and with the utmost naive!*, " if you sonM f l f f\ .nre you will hring on that natty hrailanhe again. " , i.i.tin/ over In* lck of Lady < hul Winnie's chair, where she mnnnt U > ,-ic. and Is tender)/ smoothing , n in'h of i <i iiretty ^t*j hair a* ,-n U- seen beneath Cynl trlln her not to make bad bat* future. " Not on*," *ayi Sir <iuy, lupporting h*r | a* in duty hound . " but I really think you uuglit lo give him tint five ponmli. " CerUinly I shall not," ray Mi** (he. i,i<y, hotly. " It is all a fabrication from U ,|iniiinir l f > end. I never made a bet in my life. And, l>e*ide<, the tlm h* MB too* |. Hut aiiurni htr auntio'i head, named wsi the end of the year, and not ID .Xr, my laughs. iix months." " 4 I 1 slaUl n*)vr ntako ymi a <tood : At ttu avowal thsy all roar, and Ouy nli an lephantine attempt at pUyfuiiM'K, " I certainly did think last night some <|uarrel had arisen between you. He looked *o savage when yon wer* dancing will) Captain Monk. H* *ye* are haid- nine, but at limes I hav* noticed a gleam in them that might **fely be termed dan- gerous " " Have you ? I have not." " No ? How strange ! But no doubt whnn with you For my own part I oon feu I lioulil lie quite afraid of him, of annoying him, I mean." " I have never yet felt afraid of any on*," returns Lilian, absently. " How I do admire your oourags, your pluck, if I may so call it," says Flor- ence, hesitating properly orer the unlady- like word. " Now, 1 am so different. I am painfully nrrrous with some people. Guy, for instance, quite tyrannize* over me," with the little . inacious laugh that makf* th* old disgust r:*e warmly in Lilian'* tireait " I should b* *o afraid to contra- diol(iuy." " And why ?" " I don't know. Hs looks so so I really can hardly explain : but soms lym pathetic un 'enlanding between us mak,.* me know he would not like it. Hs ha* a great desire for his own way." " Most people have," dryly. " I n*v*r feel thoe symuathuti' sensations yon peak of myielf, but I could guess so much." "Another rsason why I should refrain from thwarting hi* wiine* i* tins," %ys Florence, sorting her oolors oarafully, " I fMicy, iniluwt I know, h* could actually dUlik* any on* who aystematioally contra- dii-ud him." " Do ynu think so? 1 contradict him WuM 1 ohooss. " affect us. I am not prou 1 want lo marry me, 1 shall tent." So long as you b* quite con- not Lilian'* reply being wordleai need b* recorded her*. " Spiteful thing," remark* (he, presently, a propn* of the *potl*s* Florence. " Poor Bo*r !" replies he. " You think she will marry him?" heavi- ly and most unflalertingly, emphasuwo. " I do." " Poor Florence !" return* ibe. "Wh*n I think that I can forg.ve her all her lin*. Dreadful mau ! I do hop* the will mak* his Itfs a burden to him.'' " I am sure you will liv* to see on* hope fulfilled. Though I dare say he has a bat- ter chance of peace in year* to com* than I hav* : Florence, at all event*, dcss not go about boxing people'*" "Guy," lay* Miss Chrsney, Imperatively, laying her hand upon hi* lip*, if you dar* to finish that sentence, or it you ever refer to that horrible scene again, I (hall most positively refuse to marry Oh ! here i* Mr. Boer. Talk of somebody ! Look, it ii he, i* it not'" Standing on tiptoe, (he A Pon>i*iosl The domesticated elephant* of India are usually given drink from large wooden trough* filled with well-water by mean* of a pump, and it i* commonly an elephant that fill* ihii trough. Kvery morning he goes regularly to bis task. While visiting a fnnad at hi* residence in India a gentleman saw a large elephant engaged in pumping such a trough full of water. He writes : " In passing I noticed that one of the two tree-trunks which supported the trough had rolled from it* pUce, so that the trough. still elevated at one extremity, would be- gin to amply itself as soon as the water reached the level of the top at the other end. which lay on the ground. I (topped to see if the elephant would discover anything wrong. Soon th* rater began to run off at the end which had lost it* support. The animal ihowecl signs of perplexity when be saw this, but, a* the end nearest him lacked mu -h of being full, he continued te pump. Finally, seeing that the water continued to pass off, be left the pump handle, and began to consider th* phenomenon. H* saemed to find it difficult to explain. Three time* be returned to hi* pumping, and three lime* h* examined the trough. I wa* an absorbed looker-on, impatient to ss* what oulit b* done. Soon a lively flapping of hi* ears indicated the dawning of light. H* wsat and smelted the tree-trunk which had rolled from under the trough. I thought for a moment that hs was going to put it in its place again. But it was not, a* I soun understood, tbe end wh oh ran over tbn disturbed hi* mind, but the end which he found it impossible to fill Raising the trough, which lie than allowed to rest for instant on one of his hug* feet, he railed away the second supporting log with his trunk, and then set th* trough down, so tlit it rested at bath endi on the ground. He ihen returned to the pump and complet- ed his task . The Tsnkee Men. According u> "The Point of View* In July Scribner's, th* "Yankee '(antipathy to work has been adequately appreciated. He i* ina state if perpetual insurrection against the primal ours*. Re feel* that h* was born to sit on th* fenoo and whittle in the un*hiu*, aud is against every apparent necessity that would compel him lo forego Ihe serene plessura* of a purely coniempla Live existence. He recognizes, to be lure, that work ha* got to be jlone. No on* has s more vivid realisation of that. But the ooniciousness of th* need of getting things don* doe* not impel htm to take hi* coat off aad do them, *o much as to contrive some way of accomplishing end* without work- ing. Th* crudest, simplest way of doing [ that i* to get rich enough to hire labor. Accordingly, the Yankee does try to get rich, aad does not try in vain. It is not that he loves money so much, and desires to posse** it, as that he loves labor so little. But to got rich is only an indirect way of beating the tyrant. The Yankee would rather abolish work than elude it. If he can get it done without human inter- vention at all, he likes that best ; aad if hs cannot wholly eliminate human interven- tion, he wants to rednoe it to its loweet possible limit. When begets matters fixed so that the work is dons with very little intermeddling, h* is willing to sit by and supervise th* process. H* will pull a lever and turn a cock now and then without much complaint, if so be that he can ruminate nd whittle. Hit name i* a synonym for energy and pereevererc*. But to mak* thing* work together for th* automatic ao- compliihment ol labor, and to sit by and see that they work right that is th* Yan- kee idea of ihe mission of man. " The fkaaaelh la repr. It i* curious that in proportion a* th* crane* her MO* eagerly, and rather flatten* i obseivanoo of Sunday become* lee* *trict in her pretty nose against the window-pane in C.reat Britain, it should increase ia string- a wil.1 endeavor U. catch a glimpse of Mr. ency on the Continent of Kurop*. where Boer long tailed coat, which " hang* " until a few years ago the Sabbath wa* not very much "down behind," before it quite ' a day of rait, nor even of pleasure but di ppears in a curve of the avenue. Prj*- merely of labor, differing very little in thi* ntlv it oorne* to view agtiu from behind I respect from th* other dsy* of th* week th* hug* lauruatmu* bush, and thsy now At the Convocation of Canterbury, presided are quite convinced it U indeed the amorous J ovsr by the Primate of all Kngland. which P"!*??- ha* just brought its teuton to a cloee, a res. Yes, it is he, say,' Guy, (taring over olulioo hai unanimously been passed to th* hi. betrothed'* head, a* he catches th* flrrt effect that " the religion of Christ ha* not b glimpse. " Aud evidently full of purpose, j ing to fear from the reasonable and careful Mark the fell determination in hi* clerical extension of the Sunday opening of lib- "**&.' raries. art galleries, museums and industrial She saw htm this morning at the chooli, exhibitions," and the Convocation based iu she told m* so. and hsra hs i* again !" say* decision on the fact that th* evidence before Lilian, in an awe-struok ton*. " There it went to ihow that the liquor dealsrs and must be something in it. Al vou say, h* ! venders of stimulant* would *uff*r rather r illy leems bent on business of some sort ; than ths churches by the provision of reas- P " ..?* t '* oolr- * " I onabls recreation fcr the masse* on Sunday " With a new chant, a* I'm a sinner," . On th* Oontinsnt, on th* other hand, the say* Ch.twood*. with a groan. " Let us go t.ndenoy of th* Cburoh.of th. < iov.rnment into th. library : th. baixe and that large and of popular opinion ..em. to run i," a .oreenilifl. sound. | diameUioafiy oppo*ite direction. In Ger- No to propose ! I mean : there U a ( many, lor m.tance. *t ringent law. hav. bee,, curious look about him as if, if " " He was going to execution ?" " No to Florence," "That ii quit* th* came thing." " I hear hi* itep/' tayi Lilian, hurriedly, flinging open the window, "and hen too I the purpoi. of securing a more" She must have en him coming, and run to observance of Sunday a. a day o n,ee' j,im Will, open anna. Not for world* while in llelgium th* Government ha would lsp.-l sports, or put thsm in a -ten- to the length of issuing po ...r taking. Let u. fly." Supping out of bearing th.l.gend in Freiiok u th* balcony, she turn, lo glance back at him. , Not to be delivered on Sunday during th. la*t twelve monthi pro vidiug for the rigid observance of the Sab- bath. In Franc* so influential amacution ha* been formed, in which M. Leon Say aad other leading statesmen are interests.), for -