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A DEFIANT BEAUTY, IAPTER IV. "I cannot love rum. Tt I suppose htm virtuous, know him noble." Crossing tin hall with a view to reaching her own room, without con- tact wHh any one staying In the house, the finds her hop* frustrated by a wee*, el.-ar voice. "What Is !t. Nell? What a :.urr> you are In: and how angry you look! Come In here and tell me all about It " taking her arm and drawing her Into a imill drawing room. "The same old tory. I suppose Lord Carbyne wants you to marry Noel, and you" - "Don't"' says Miss Fairfax sharply. Bh move* Impatiently from her friend'* grasp acl throws herself Into a low chair "It hai been the worst en- counter yet." she nays, with a queer little laugh. "He Is to disinherit me unless I marry Noel; so disinherited I am." "Oh. no." *ays Mary Sylvester, quick. ly She Is a tall, distinguished looking girl of about four-and-twenty. with marked f'aturesar.d an expression enld but earnest. She m'ght not trouble herself to be an enemy but she could certainly rouse herself to be a friend. That she Is a thorough 1 woman of the world may r> read by the most casual observer. She Holm troubled now as he watches the petulant anger on the face of her little companion. It will rever come to that." "But. 3t\. ye*. say I. Grandpapa. Is bent on this marriage, and, as for m. I anl bent Just the other way. He will not give In. ar.d neither shall I." "But why not. dear?" very gently. "Whit Is It that vou can object to In Colonel Palrymple? He Is rich" - "I hat" money! Money Is a bora. I m bMng so perpetually reminded of It. that now at last I feel It would be fco<i to be without It." "He Is young and"^ Certainly. Quite young! Only thirty." "What's the good of that If he looks forty, and Is grave and stern enouTh to be fifty? Tell you what, Mary, he Is, In my opinion, old enough to be his own fathr. I'm not going to marry a death's head." "What has he been scolding you about lately?" aka Miss Sylvester, with a mile. "Never mind. When Is he not lecturing me. for the matter of that T' "To go back to his perfections, then. Tou cannot, at l-*t. deny that he Is hsr-dsome." "Can't I' Poltlvly ugly. I call him" "Tou are determinedly blind." sayt her friend, a little Impatiently. "You krow he Is Immensely better looking than half the mn one meets." "I can't bear that look In his eye*. Bo mocking, yet so stern. I am sure he would like to compel alt creatures to his will." "f rath-r like that In a man." . "Do you?" with a shrug. "It seems to me you like everything about him Say. Mary." seating herself on the table near Miss Sylvester and gating t her with eager hope In her eyes. "I see a way out nf the difficulty. Tou can't want more thnn a paragon, can you* Why not marry Noel yourself?" Mlm Sylvester laughs. "For one. thing, becauoe he has not askd me; for another, because" - "Somebody else has." cried N--lly. Miss Sylvester blushes faintly and od her head. No' Not Charlie LyonsT "No." "Sir John Amory. thenT" "Tes." "Well. I am glad; that Is If you must be so silly as to marry." says Nell, with a sigh. "I suppose you like him. but you will never he my Mary again. Everything se*ms slipping fmm me"- ruefuliy "even you." She has on< arm round Miss Sylves- ter's nwk by this time, and Is running h'T fingers through the unruffled locks of that rather stately creature, and having hooked two small fingers Inml'l- her Immaculate collar Is giving li T snrrv little Jerks every now and then. Altogether. Indeed, she Is doing great Injury to the calm perfection of her toilette: yet Miss Sylvester bears It like lamb. "Not all the John Amorys In the world shall make me lose touch with you." says she fondly, smoothing the girl's short nrls "After all," says Nell, breaking Into a MiiM'-n l.niKli. "you haven't been over complimentary to your John. Tou like a man who <-n bend all others to his will, and John couM not bend a fly. A man should be rich: John la not *o very rich. Is he? A man should be hsndsome well, now, come: John Is not handsome. Is he?" "No," confesses Mary Sylvester, with a laugh. "And yet," coloring warm- ly: "do you know. Nell, there are mo- ments when I think he Is." This so delights the other, that ' r getftil of her troubles, and th,e strange new determination working In her min 1, he go*s off Into a peal of laughter. " Oh ! what It Is to be In love ! May Heaven defend me fnim such a folly. Well, them Is one thing, Mary, to my eyes, he Is ten times better looking than N iel. with all his vaunted good looks nive me a kind man. not a monster !" "My dear Nell! Noel Is the kindest fellow I" "That's what the world thinks. I alone know him. If I were to marry him. the very first thing he would do would be to forbid my ever playing the violin except In the privacy of my own room, or to him" with a slight grimace. " All this Is mere fancy." " Is It ? Tou should have seen his face that last night at Lady Swans- down's, when they were applauding ne They literally burned In hl head. No, he has belief* that date from the Dark AK". Women should be kept In their proper place. A man'H wife U his chat. tel. and should never, nsver permit herself to draw upon her the compli- ments of the crowd." " Tou make him out terribly Illiber- al, he" " Tou have found the very word 1 have been eeeklng. He U Illiberal. Why should he be angry because God h.m given me a talent, and other men can admire It. If he cannot ?" " Perhaps he la Jealous of th other men." "Tell him that," says Miss Falrfai, with a maMclous little grin. " And see how pleased he'll be. A man who prides himself on his strength of will to be the prey of vulgar emotion such a* that I" "Still, h* might be. Nell." with a suspicion of embarrassment. " An- swer me one thing, will you T And don't be angry with the question. Lord Dartford ? Tou do not care for him ?" "How many times am I to tell you trat I car* for nothing but my violin?" To Miss Sylvester's anxious ears, how- ever. In spit* of the carelessness of the reply, there seems to b* a touch of consciousness In the short laught that accompanies It "I am glad of that," she says steal- lly. watching the lovely mobile face as she speaks. "He would be the las: the very last husband one who loved you would choose for you." "Not even the one who loves me shall choose a husband for me." says Miss Fairfax. "A gown, a ribbon. even my bonnet. If you will, but not my partner for life. I shall reserve the choosing of that troublesome, and Indeed Improbable, person for myself "Well, don't choose Dartford," says Miss Sylvester, gravely. "Do you think Noel so very superior to him? I don't. At least Lord Dart- ford has a soul for music. What a touch! When he accompanies me I feel is though there were nothing left lo be desired." "There Is. Nell, a great deal!" "To such a prosaic old thing as you. yea. Tou are nearly as bad as Noel! But to a foolish enthusiast Ilk* me, Nothing I tell you nothing. That other night at the Moores'! How he rendered that 'Reverie.' I could hs>ve cried." "Tou didn't, however," Bays Mary Sylvester coldly, with a view to reduc- ing; her once more to a proper frame of mind. It Is unfortunate perhaps that I er frk-nd should so thoroughly under- stand her. Miss Fairfax looks amus- ed. Her. pretty brows go up. the corn- ers of her lips come down, a malicious twinkle brlgf.tens her dark eyes. "No. and It speaks badly for me. Mary. You know those lines of Shakespeare'! : "The man that hath no music In him- self, Ncr Is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treason, stratagems and spoils." "Now. read the other way round and surely you have Dartford. Hs does love music, you must acknowledge thst, therefore all bail thoughts and feelings ar far from him. Happy Dartford!" Clasping her hands In fervent admira- tion. "Would that all were like him. r>o you know, Mary. I'm afraid Noel Is never moved with concord of sweet sounds." "The motions of his spirit are dull as night An<! his affections dark as Erebus, Let no such man be trusted." "Mnrk that. His affections, dark as Krehus. And again, 'let no such man be trusted.' I am sorry for poor Noel." "Nonsense!" angrily. "Tou should nor speak of him like .that." Miss Fairfax bursts out laugnlng. "Nt-verthclcM. he Is a dull fellow." says she. yawning. "There Is no mus- ic In him. Not a note, not the small- est pipe. Music and charity are akin you know." "Tou have tak^n him In quite a wrong spirit." says Mary, with sonr* vehemence. "Tou teach yourself to think him opinionated and severe, an.1 that he does not care for you, or Jor talent; whereas the truth Is that he is ns foolishly In love with you ss any school boy, and that you could wind him round your little flnger, did It no suit you." "Well -it dosen't: I trust my little fin- ger was made for better purposes." nays Miss Fairfax with a haughty move. "Oh! Mary, do you honestly honestly think I have genius? Do you relieve that If Ihad been horn a poor girl, without a forthlng of my own. that I could have made money by It? That Is the test!" "I do Indeed believe It." wondering .t her earnestness, but unfortunately not grasping the meaning of It. "Rut vou should be thankful, dearest, that no such test Is required of you." "Yes. yes. of course." hastily. "Tet I should like to try." "To go on the stage, do you mean?" "Not thnt exactly. Rut at concerts now! to play to the public so. To play to private people Is nothing, they flit- ter, and tell one all sorts of pretty things but oh! to have the world at one's feet. If only for one little, little moment." Me thankful you can't." says Miss Sylvester, brusquely for her. "such a life as you describe would he abhorrent to you. It would kill such a little sensitive thing as you. All that sort of thing sounds entrancing when one is well out of It; but to renlly have to work for one's gingerbread takes the d!H off It." "I can't believe It," says Eleanor. Impetuously, slipping off the table anl l"-Klnnlng to pace up and down the room with Home excitement In her voice and eyes. "The Mfe you advo- cate Is tame, wearisome, monotonous. There Is too much snug comfort In It- there Is, In fact, nothing In It. But In that other where by one'* exertions one conquers Fate and the world, there surely lies the noblest of ambitions. Oh. Mary! If I dared speak to you. If stopping short and gazing fixedly t her friend "If I could lay bare to you all that Is now within my heart I" "I say. girls, where are you? Nell. Mary, where the what on earth are you doing In here, wasting all the af- ternoon?" cries Dicky Sylvester, burst- Ing Into the room at this moment, and for ever checking Miss Fairfax's at- tempt at confession. "There's Dairy- mplt giving way to bad language be- cause I won't play a single with h' ; I know him too well for that, so I do beseech you as you love me to come out. and let's have a double." "It Is so warm." says his sister, laughing. Amory Is In London still, and la not expected down until evening. "I know It. But what will you? Dalr- ymple's temper Is grows ferocious. warm. too. He Will you abandon me to his untender mercies? Nell, my best beloved," tucking his hand through her slender arm. "come to the re*cue." "Come on, Mary," says she. in a re- signed tone, and In truth perhaps a lit- tle grateful to him for the sudden entry that has left her secret still her own. "Tou know when Dicky's mind Is made up. naught Is left save to lay down one's arm." "I wish I could lay down my bxly," says Mary, with a stifled yawn. "I never felt so tired. The heat Is ter- rible, and to be asked to play tennis In It. IB-well! If I die. Dicky, put a decent stone over me. It will be your duty, having been the means of plac- ing me under It." " 'Naught was never In Jan-- -i quotes Mr. Sylvester gallantly giving her a gentle puab toward the door. CHAPTER V. " The time I've lorn In woolnr, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing." outside the world I* In a blaze at glory, although now the sun Is pre- paring to abdicate his throne. The ly Is wonderfully still, scarce a mur- mur coming from land or a, to break he calm. The very Intensity of the heat seems to have rendered all naturt talent. As silent. Indeed, aa the All- Mother can be. Tet If you lend your eer. aad give your wliole mind to It. and conquer the first thought that noise at last is dead, then you will hear the chirp of the grasshopper, low burled In th > turf beneath your feet; the rustle of small leaves; the sighing of faint breeze* that but yesterday rudhed rmullv through the field and food, and now He bound and chained all which things with many others, do make up the music of the world. Afar off. towiard the vert, the ey* rests upon the sunset, more exquisite than any dream. Dying truly, but most love-ly In Its death. The rich gold of It spreads like a sweet curtain half across the aky. Down b>low the oc*an. pla- cid, and treacherous as ever, while on th* grassy slopes which hang over It. sheep nibble at the short, sweet herb- age, looking In the distance '.Ike mush- rroms dotud here and there. Mr. Sylvester. In a reaplendant suit of fla.ni els. wive* aloft his racket as lie shouts to on\> afar : "I've got >m. I've brought 'em. Now for a licking !" " TSiat depend*," 'ays Colonel Dal- rymple, the one addreosed, rtmng with alacrity, sugKestlve of surprise, from his position upon the grass. He Is. In fact, more than commonly surprised at the fact that Nell has consented to com* out and play a game with him. In truth they had played % very In- >llff.T>nt sort ot gome In the morning. In which many unpleasant words hail been used, and where, aa usual, he had come off anything but conqueror. " Tou'll see. my flne fellow." says Dicky. "Mary and I ulll play you and Nell, and make you sing as small a* any R.>l>ln.'" " Oh. no !" says Nell, quickly. " Tou and I. Dicky. I'n sure, Dicky." In a wheedling tone. " I'm not so very bad." " I decline to go Into the morality of the thing," says Mr. Sylvester, sevre- ly. " Even If you are .aj black as you're painted, far be It from me to be the one to point out your glaring !( -ts. Still, aa a tennis player, I will admit you leave much to be de- Rlred, whereafl Dalrymple leaves no- thing. 8*> ?" " I think you might try me this once." murmurs sre, In a voice not meant for the others. " Tour predilection for my society," ri-tnrns Mr. Sylvester, In a loud and oheerful tone, " la Battering In the ex- treme. But If we are to play to win, my good girl, permit me to say that you and I against Mary and Dalrym- ple would not hav the vaguest chance of gaining the laurel crown." " If you don't want to play with me, Hlo-anor. why not say so at once," says Dalrymple. coolly. He is a tall, hand- some, soldierly young man, with dark eyes and dark hair, and a moustache as dark as either. There la no doubt that the famouai Carbyne temper runs through hl veins, too. he stands r.ow looking at the dainty, disdainful little in.ii.l.-n. who looks back at him from under half-closed lids. " It Isn't so much that," says she. slowly, " as that I would rather play with Dicky. He Is never rude to me li -11 I m IMS my balls." " Do you moan that I am ?" By this time Mary Sylvester and her In l her have moved away ; the latter lo adjust the net. the other to get out of h-aring. 1 WHI. not more specially then, than at any other time. I admit." " Your Imagination Is >our strsiii; point, beyond all doubt." " Which means." rwthfolly. " that I aon telling an untruth " "It m?ans this, only." fiercely, "that I don't believe I WM ever rude to you in my life, whatever you have been to me I" " Now, what's that I wonder." says she. with a little scornful laugh. "The nee of politeness. I suppose " - " I say, you two !" calls Mr. Sylves- ter. from the further end of the court. " stop your spooning and come along. will you ? We won't be able to s*e the net presently." This mistaken speech Is a* successful aa tf It had really trucs: the bull's- eye. Both Nell and Dalrymple. after an Inward struggle, burst out laug'hlng and turned mechanically toward the place appointed fhern ; and presently the game Is In full owing. " Ah !" fays Dalrymple. presently, al- most unconsciously, as Nell misses a rather ea*> ball. There ta no reproach In his tone, nothing but recret for her mishap ; but she refuses to read H, ex- cept In Its worst sens*. " There ! I knew how It would '.*." says she. flashing round at him. "That's why I hate playing with you. Just as If you never missed a ball !" I assure you, I only meant that" 41 1 know very well what you meant. Tou needn't explain, thank you. After all. it I'm not a great, strong, horrid man. It Isn't my fault, I suppose." " Tou're tired I think," says Dalrym- ple, too considerately. "No, I'm not. I'm going to play thU out. If only to b* revenged on you." ayi she, with such an absurJ a-ttempt at the vengeance threatened that Dalrymple involuntarily amllea. and adds another sin to his already over-full list. " Good graclou* ! Can't you spar* even five minutes out of the whole day T' calls out Sylvester. Indignant- ly. "Whenever I'm In love, I keep my tender speech** for the passages and the stairs. Anything more bare- faced than your behavior I never knew In my life." " Go on !" says Nell, giving Dalrym- ple a furious little push, whereupon Ii.- rends an Impossible ball Into the very furthest corner of the court. " Fault !" from Sylvester. "There! that's worse than anything I ever did." says Nell, triumphantly. And then : " What a temper you're In " After Which the second ball drops this side of the net. and the score Is lo the enemy. And so on throughout. Dalrymple. feeling thoroughly put out, plays villainously. Needles* to say, Dicky and his s*ter win the game. Heat's too much for you, old man," say* Sylvester, giving Dalrymple a playful. If hurtful, slap on the shoul- der. " Never saw you do worse. And for Nelly, she surpassed herself. Is that tea I see crossing the lawn ? Hurry U P> Tompklns !" with an en- ouratrng shout to th* laguld footman. ' Tou haven't been playing tennis. hav* you ?" Upon this Tompklns does condescend to hurry, and arrives breathless on ti scene, with a rather overloaded tray and a broad grin. " Tou pour out. T-lcky : I'm -julte don* up." says Nell, sinking upon a soft rufc spread orlentalwlse upon the grass, and making a plate for Mary to alt beside her : whereupon Dicky, who Is accus- tomed to being cast for this part. manipulates the lettpot with much grace, while Dalrymple hands roun-1 the tiny hot cakes. ' Now for you, r>l<-ky, brandy and soda ? Dalrymple." say* " Tea. claret -up. Tea of course." " No : the other thing," laughing. " Claret cup. then ?" " No ; the other thing !" " Fie ! fie !" say* Mr. Sylvester, who Is already provided with a g<^dly gob- let of that modern Hlppocrene. " Nell. you shouM kei> iin cyo on him. Never marry a man who can't find satisfac- tion In the simple. If slightly mawkish, tea." " Dicky. cVar. (five me another cup." /ays Mlsg Sylvester, ever so mildly, turning herself to give her empty cup to her brother In such wise that he alone can see her face, whereupon she bestows on him so many noi's and becks without the wreathed smtl-s thit that slmpl -iniii'l.*! youth goes hope- lessly astray. " (Jot a had pain ?" asks he. In a loud wh>ner. meant to be contl j 'n 'al " Tou look awful ! Bli>s me !" as n >w his sister positively glares at htm " Tou're getting worse, aren't you ? Try some of this." holding out to her his brandy and soda. " Best thing out for " " IHc-ky." -says hU sister. In a tone so terrible that It reduces him to sil- ence. Rising, she seizes him by the arm and draws Wm toward the ten'. where the tea has been placed. Any- thing to get away from those othei two. who now must know that she had heen making *gns to Picky to be sil- ent. That luckless person still con- sumed with anxiety about her. follows her lead, pouring 1 out recipes all the time In a loud and cheerful tone, which he fondly but erroneously believes to be a delicate murmur. Nell has risen, too. A flush of an- noyance has risen to the auburn curls that encircle her low. broad brow. " CJoIng for a stroll ?" asks Dalrym- ple. carelessly, glancing up at her with- out a trace of consciousness In his face. Hu he not heard, then T Mltut Fairfax examines him with a Judicial eye. but fall* to oVetect a sign of guilt. He bears her scrutiny without eo much aa a Mink. " To the gardens only, to get sum* roses for dinner." " Better take me with you. If you are going to make a descent on the Marechal Niels there Is no knowing w*hat may happen. McFarlane Is ca- pable of murder where they are con- cerned." " Tou can come, U you like." says he. Indifferently. (TO cown.Npin.) Alter victory strap th* helmet tighter. Japanet*. MISTAKEN IDCNTiriCATIM. A ss4 C*s>lleatl* n<- lli.rk..; r*rtl Vires. laoir RIVSR, Wis., J*as 29. A IsMw from Kort Francis, Ms.. telling of sks reuniting of Mr. tad Mrs. Jam** Trcvlia, formerly ol Iron KIT**, WU.. (oroiiass ibs concluding ohptr of aa odd lory, whisk begin Ut fall, just before th* HuckUj (or*tt fir*, In which so mny peopi* Isst their life*. Until last September Mr. ao4 Mrs. Jam** Trevelm, w*r* r**id*at* ol Ires Rirr with their thrt* oni..lro, th* y*aag- sst a baby. Jut b*lor* th* big f*r*st fir** lira. Tr*f Iin it*rtd with to* babv t visit friends at HmcHley, wrier* we a living torn* people (root h*r old bom* lu London, wher* ih* WM married. When Hiccklej was wiped oat nothing wash*rd from (h* lady, and Mr. Trcvhn look his two remaining children and won! there, hoping to find som* trc* of her. la ths earch that followed th* bodies of th* peopl* Mrs. Trevlm bd gon* to vuit w*r* found, nd n*ar them w*r* th* bodi** of a womn nd a child, which Mr. Tr**lia identified a* th* bodi*i t his leved on**. T b* bodiM had lain la tu* hot lun far twe dayi, and it wa* atceuary to bury tb*m oo th* ipot, a* WM don* in th* cae* ol several hundred others. R*turning with bis two *bildr*a t* Iroa city, Mr. Tr*lm sold out Bis bMia**t, tlnpoied ol his household good*, od r*' mor*d to Fort Francis, wb*r* bn brother livei, and wn*r* h* *og*.g*d in th* mining but noil. After the period of mourning for hi* lo*t wife and little on* be married Mitt Annie Varley, (a* daogbur W neighbor, wbo hd b**B taking car* of bis littl* on*, and who WM oe* of th* pr*t- tiU girli in th* town. Sb* WM *ry much IB IOT* with him, and for tb* brief period of their honeymooa tb*r* WM not a hitch of any kind. A f*w day* ago tb* peopl* of Iron Ri**r wer* startled by th* tppartnc* of th* origins! Mrs. Tr*Tlin,in th* flb and look- ing well, bat worried, socompanied by b*r child, .-'h* t one* msd* laqniri** for b*r huibtnd, n 1 *xpr*H4 the greateit disap- pointment when told that her boiband h : removed to Fort Fnncii. In answer to tb* quMtion* put to her in* uid that ifa* had n*T*r gon* t* Hinckley, M b*r baiband nppo**d, but hud gon* lo 8u P*ul after leaving this town, sod ftr a brief visit thtrt bad gon* to ber old bom* in Losdon. where ih* had vuit*d with her parents and ber old friemla. 3h had HOD* %hi* *h* *aid to ipit* hr hatband, who had opposed b*r going on a THU, and M ib* bad plenty ol money of her own in her pock*t wh*a ska left ib* thought *b* might a* well keep right oa going. Mrs. Tr*Tlia bad not writ- ten to h*r friend* b*r* because ah* was afraid that if sb* did om* on* woald tail Mr. Trarlin wh*n *b* wa*. Sb* only remained at Iron Hirer for a day, aad then weal on to Fort Prsoois to look lor h*r huibaad. A Utter reo*iT*d by Cpt. J. R. Samleri. a friend of th* family, contain* th* Mqucl of her March. On reaching Fort Francis *h* found ber buiband living with hii n*w wif* aad tb* children already aocuitomcd M th* ohaog*. There WM tb* osual ac*n*, fainting and tear*, after which th* whol* thing WM talked OT*T. Miss Varlcy was completely heartbroken ov*r th* turn affair* had taken, and for a short time ha<i to b* r*<train*4 from doing h*r**lf Tiolvno*. Of conr**, th* marriage betweea Mix Varl*y aad Mr. Trevho WM illegal, aad Mr. Trtvlia WM innocently a bigamist, Mrs. Trevhn re- sumed her place a* mutrea* of th* boa**, whil* Miu Varley left M aoon M possible for torn* plo* unknown to her friends. FRENCH LOSSES IN WAR. tlx Million .i.i * PUT* rerlikeel Is. the War* er Ik* La*i Ccalsry. Dr. Lagn*au of th* French Aoadeuiy el Medicine ba* be*a making an estimate ol th* deaths by th* wan of Franc* for th* pMloeotury. H* find* that tb* oml wars of th* end of th* eighteenth century aad of tb* republic up to and including tb* year 1800 co*ttb* IITM of mor* thas 2,1JO,000 Frenchmen. From th* year 1801 to Water- loo, when France WM fighting Barope is armi, mor* than 3,150,000 Frenchmen wer* engaged and nearly 2.000,000 p*riih*<i. I'n.lti ih* restoration, Louis Phillipp*. and th* second republic, when tbr* w*re campaign* in Spain, Gneoo, and Algiers, th* army included l*u than 217.000 men, and th* 10*1 in be.it!* wa* only twenty-two per thousand. Kven in th* brilliant African campaign* th* rr.an annual lou WM IMS than l.V) men. Nit cam* an *r% of frequent and bloody wars, th* war in the Crimea, th* war IB Italy, tb* war in China, the war in Mexico, and finally th* war with Pruxia Out of rather leu than 310,(iOO French *oldi*r* ent to th* Crimea 95.6IS pen*h*d. Of th* 5i 0,000 that took part ID the Italian war nearly 19,000 (writhed. Nearly l.OOU peritncd in th* expedition to China, Ths medical italic tin of th* Krem-li in the war of 1870 have not be*n published, nor ha>* I tho** of th* Meiuan undertaking. Th* ' fTectiT* ttiength of the French in 1870-71 WM 1, 400,1*10 men. The number lo*t i* not potiliT*l> known, but it i* u*h*ved that ih* war* of the aecond empire cost 1,600,- 000 live*. Dr. Lageneau eitimate* that ths mall war* of th* third republic hav* beea fought at comparatively small 00*1 of hu- man life. 11* animate* th* total loss for (b* century to hav* been 6,0, '0,000 of man, mo*tly young. Always Unfair. Tommy Tht new teacher i* real anas' thai'* what the i*. Mamma What did the do t* yonks- day Tommy She said the one that ttood as the longest in the ipelliDg olas* could gs horn* an hour **>rli*r. and then, just 'cause ome of u couldn't ipell tt)* word*, she mad* a* ut down. A Dull Girl. Mr*. W.ari* Thit i* th* U*t time I'll Q,I ipeak Eoglnh. don t you Mud her off! haTt a girl who can.t ipeak Knglnh. Huibaml \Vhy don i you Mud in Mm. Wearie Ive b**u trying to for IIK vetkt, but I can't nake hor un.ieicwu.l what the won) "dicoharg*" mean*. Sue thinki it meant a day oil, and when I tell her ihr'i discharged, th* gu** out and ha* a good tun*.