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/ LORD KILLEEN'S REVENGE CTHAPTBH XXX. I TIm ooana insult waa not completed, I he had barel; time to notice bow bhe ! blanched and shrunk from him in her kort parity, when the «ouad of a wo- isAn'a hurrying feet along the gravel- ed path caught her ear. All minor pas- sions died then, her heart flew haol( to her child. She confronted the nurse (who now appeared, breathleaa, pale, •ad terrified), and cried aloud to her in ker terror, with white lips, and bands tlghtlj pressed against her bosom. "What Is Itl What?" she gasped. "The baby, my lady. She Is not so well. Tbe doctor is with her. Heâ€"" "She is not deadl" said Lady Varley In a low, awful tone. She looked at the woman as though ahe would tear the answer from her. "Speak, woman, â- peakr "Oh, no, my ladyâ€" God forbid. But the doctor-" Lady Varley did not hear her ; she kad rushed passed her, putting Varley, Who was In bor path, to one side by a .tuiok geature, as though be had been K branch, or some other Inanimate ob- â- Iructka. She ran through the Ivied gate and into the brilliant sunshine of the garden once more, seeln^nuthlng, keedinsT nothing, feeling numbed, blind, senseless. The lovely, glowing life around her seemed to mock at her mis- ery. Tke flowers that bloomed into a fresh ezisteQRe every moment, what eould they give to her of hope, since ber sweet blossom was fading, dying 1 Tet, though she hurried past them with white lips and strained eyes that seem- •d dead t« their tieauties, and though â- he heraelf was onoonacloua that she â- aw them, the glory of that summer â- oon, dwslled with ber, and oast a sha- .4ow over her during the long years •f ber after life. bhe reached the nursery at last. What • year it was to her since that terrible â- ooment when she had seen the anxious (aoe of the woman I Tbe doctor was there, bending over the little snowy rx>t, and Constantia cam* hurriedly forward as she entered. But she pushed ber aside, and went up to the bed. She did Bot see even the doctor then, she saw •Bly the tiny occupant â€" she saw what was her life, her heart, her all I There â- eumed little change, but to the mother it was awful. She had fought passion- ately against the truth, but now it same home to her. iler darling was Indeed going from her. She looked. She fell upon her knees. Some broken words came from her miserable lips: "Blessed Lord, have pity I Thy mercy it is greatâ€" It la averlasting I But^- where U itf She fell forward on the bed ; she isd given up to despair. Conslanlia tried to raise lier, but she repulsed her geo.- tly, and the doctor, who was a kindly men. and who understood, took her asiac, and sent her into the tMudpir to restâ€" and wait. Ue himself wenl into an adjoining chamber, that the poor mother mi^t feel herself alone with ber dying child. How t he day went, no one knew ; bat the hours followed earhother.und at last darknuss fell upon the earth. Some one lighted the lamps, moving with •autious stop and sUjw ; but no one â- poke to Lady Varley, who crouched beside the lie.d with her eyes devouring her little one, as though she believed it (X)\xl<\ not Iw taken from ber, so long as she thus held it in her sight. Now and then the doctor crept in and look- ed at the child; but nothing eould he done for It. A gentle sleep had oauKbt it, the end of which would be death. And at midnight all was over I Lady Varley upon whose arm the little hcail was lying, made an Inarticulate cry, and threw out. her unoccupied arm to- 'ward the doctor In a muttt agony that unnerved biui, strong as he was. He eaufht her hand and held it firmly. "Let us thank Qod," he said, that there vraa no pain, no struggle." Slis flung bim from her. i 'I am thankful fur nothing," she said defiantly. "l.ady Varley I such words just now I Look at her," said tbe good doctor very tenderly. To look at the little, still, heavenly (ace, was to be indeed calmed. A cry broke from her in which all ber heart wsnt out. After awhile she spoke. "If I might be alone with her," she â- aid faintly ; "she and Iâ€" together I" "I will arrange that for you," he â- aid. She searcely heard him ; she had taken the small dead form into her arms and was crashing it against her breast as though she rniilil still, by her own warmth, reanimate it. She had np- Earnntly forgotten him, and presently e withdrew silently ; be did not desert her, however. All that night through he sat la a chamber, apart Init near, where he R<iuld see her occasionally from the open door, and where he cxmld di- rect the women who, after a little while, â- aw to the last soleiun laying out of tbe peaceful little lK)dy. By that time the gray dawn of the peart'ful moiniiig vr&H stimliiig in; one of the women hail dra'wn ba<:k a curtain, but Lady Varley, liy a silent, passion- fkte gestiu-e ha>1 compelled her to close t again. How was she to (ixae snot bar day, Iwreft as she was ? Tb« child seem- ed still with hoi whilst the darkness Ihat had taken her awav lasted, but to begin another day witnout herâ€" she •ould not do that. She sat on, beside the little l>ed, hold- ing one of the child's dead hands with- U D.er own â€" tearless, comfortless, alunol Dr. Moore, coming in presently and â- eeing the strange, sat look upon her tie, felt a little iineiuy, and touched r shoulder and said something to her a ijuiok, ensrgetio way. .She assented tlessly as If not understanding, and with a sharp decisi(m he himself once more drew aside the curtains, and let a rush of early sunrise inti^ the room. That roused ber. She started as if a knife bad been plunged into her, and â- addenly the anguish quickened in her â- vea. and all kar loss grew plain to her. Kit thai waa better than the danarer- MU apafthr that bad hald her awhils since. She looked haggard and wretch- ed In the cold light of the growing day, and utterly without h<ipe. She had oo biLsband, and to-day she had no child ; where was consolation to be looked for, under the sun» Constantla, who had not slept, and who had spent a miserable, tear-stain- e(l ni^ht walking two and fro, and stealing every now and then to the doorway to see how it was with her, now approached timidly, and kneeling beside her, laid a nervous hand upon her fcaee. Lady Varely turned and looked at her with melancholy eyes. Conslantia had expected an outburst, had indead dreaded a command that would have sent her forth again, but lAdy Varley's glance was coim as de- spair could make it, and her eyes, dry and tearless, regarded the girl with- out displeasure. "It is you, Connie," she said Indif- ferently. Then her eyes wandered back again to the tiny corpse. A quiver ran through her that shook all her slender frame. "They have told you t" she said. "Yes, it is true. She is deadâ€" quite dead 1" As she was sneaking, Lord Varley ap- peared in the doorway, and stood there hesitating. Scenes were abhorrent to hmx. He had, of course, been told of the child's death almost immediately on Its occurrence but had shrunk from going then to his wife, knowing well that he waa the last one in the world who could give her comfort of any sort. Now, at last, shame, fear of what the world would say, drove him to her pre- sence; but though her large, wild eyes wandered to where he stood, she took no notice of himâ€" indeed, hardly appear- 1 ij ..*** ^^^- ^^^ '"nt her head, and laid her lips upon the little cold, wan cheek. . "Dead, dead I" she said again convul- sively, turning to Constantia. Great heaven I what a face they gazed uponi . . . She forgot them after a moment or two, and went back to her forlorn watching of her baby. There was some- thing greedy in her expression. The tmy waxen hand was lying within hers, as she gazed, she smoothed it soft- rl' '°j;'"«'y. oil. bow tenderly I as though her very soul was wrapped in contemplation of iU fairness. Wa.i there ever such a little hand?" she said. "Where is its counterpart?" bhe sighed heavily. Varley, after a ha»t;f word or two to the doctor, who received them coldly, beat a hasty re- treat ; but his wife seemed unaware of his coming or going. In truth, she ??»â- "â-  only, saw only the dead form of the child who had lieen her all in all. .t.instantla crept close to her, and en- circled her with her arms. She wae frightened. "Do not look like that," she entreat- ed. In a low tone. "Try to think of- " she hesitaUdâ€" "of Heaven," she would nave said, but the words died on her •?i it"'/ ^''"â- '•'y pressed her arm. Is that your advice?" she said, with a strange smileâ€" "to think I To think!" olxa raised her right hand to her head, and pushed back the hair from her forehead. "You fear I khall give woy," she went on, presently, "Uo not. The worst has oome. For the future no pain can touch me. The worst is mine, my portion I" She bent over the l)ea with that awful hunger in her eyes that had already unnerved Constantia. But her manner was singularly calm. " How pretty she looks 1" she said, "ifove yim noticed? My darling, my bab/l Dear Ivord, what have I done to Thee? What have I done *" 'i'^are was no violence in her tone ; the question waa breathed soft and low, to the Great Giver andâ€" the Great Tak- er of all. If there was reproach in it, it was gently uttered. Her voice was aubilued, as though ahe feared to dis- turb the deathleaa sleep of the infant. Constantia, who was sobbing silently, still knelt beside her ; but after a little while Lady Varley seemed to forget that she was there. She sat motionless, except that once or twice she stooped to caress the dead child, or murmur over it some loving word. 'Ihrt doi;tor, who was growing serious- ly unea.sy as he noted ber manner, at last luadt! a .step forword and signed to Const aulia to n.se. .Vs she did so. Lady \arley rose loo, and turning, called alouil to the nurse in a sharp, imperious lone. . 'It grows late," she cried. "Where 18 baby'n bath? Surely it is past the hour 1 Youâ€" youâ€" " Dr. Moore went quickly up to her. Ah he caught her hands she looked va- guely into his face, then suddenly flung her arms aljove her head, and fell sense- less to the ground. CHAPTER XXXL For many days she lay in a sort of stupor, dense enough to prevent her fully realizing tbe ealont of her loss. This se<!med to those attai^hed to her a rather merciful happening than other- wise. It spared her at least the lost poignant details â€" the laying in the cof- fin, the burial, and other mournful rites. Constantia herself placed the little bodv in its last bed, and Imdu it fare- well >ylth many tears. Such a wan, frail little creature as it looked, lying shrouded in its grave-clothes, with all the wealth of waxen blossoms round it that the wec^piiig nurse had placed with- in the tiny coffin, and that were scarce- ly as waxen as the small, tired l>aL>y they encircled. It was sui'h a mournful sight, that bit of a coffin and its inmate, that they were all silently grateful that the mo- ther was spared the sight. Many tears were shed over it l>efore the cruel lid hid the little one from sight, and for a long time uflerwaril Noruu, who loved It and bad often >Meu allowed to nurse it, was iucoiisolabla. The day after the child had been laid within the grave. Lady Varley awoke to c(msoi(msiiess once more, and lay prone and passive on her pillows, but in lull posses.sion of ber senses. Yet she made no mention (if the dead baby. There was something in her faceâ€" a strange, new, listless expressionâ€" that cimvinced them more than words could do that she rememliered all that had passedâ€" that she understood how the priceless treasure that had Ijeen lent to her for so short a time, and to which she had clung with such a desperate longing, ha<l been taken away from her forever I Who shall say what she saw in the poor little thing to raise such a f reniy of devotion in her breast ? It waa sickly, weakly, barely alive ; yet tiecause she was Its mother she loved it, and cared for it, and would in truth have gladly laid down her own sad life for ic. It bad been snatched from her out- stretched arms, and all her heart lay blseding; but if sh* fdU grief, she made no sign. Some of those around her at this time felt some disappoint- ment at her seeming Indifference ; but Cotidiantia, who in a vague fashion un- derstood her, was a little frightened. She was so still. If she would speak, or show concern alwut anything ; but she was so wonderfully still. It was the most glorioua summer weather, and the world outside thesiclv- room was great with life perfected. The morning had arisen with a glory unequaied, and the world of nature was uu and about, and (juick with a sense 01 joy that grew with every hour. I'he Bunlieams fought their way val- iantly into Lady Varley's chamber through the folds of the thick curtaioa with a persistency that defied denial, and flung themselves broadcast upon the couch on which she lay there in a silent mood that threatened to last for- ever. The windows were wide open, but she would not have tbe curtains drawn, refusing, with a wild petulance that sat strangely «>u her, to emerge from the gloom, of the self-imposed twilight to which she now seemed to clin^. Perhaps it had something to do with that past terrible hour in which she had liiHt learned thai her secret fear had Ljecome a mournful reality. She had expressed a wish to-day that no one wan to be admitted; but just now, hearing Constantia's voice upon i^ corridor outside, oslung how she had paaeed tbe night, she suddenly lifted her head, and desired the maid in at- tendance to admit her visitoir. Constantia, looking pale and troubl- ed, came in slowly, and kneeling by her side, prebaed her lips to her obeek. She had not seen her for some days, and was, in a decree, unnerved by the hag- gard glance that settled upon hers. Lady Varley put out her hand, and pushed back the girl's hair froon her brow. "You are faithful, Connie." she said. "I have not weaned you to death?" Then her expression changed, and she grew ghastly. "DeathI death!" she said, in an aw».«truck tone. "No; 1 am not wearied," said Con- stantia, earnestly, though ber heart sunk within her. Would such grief as this ever know assuageiueni? "I came to know if you" â€" she hesitated: and then went on boldly â€" "If you would let me drive you out to-day somewhere â€" anywhere." Lady Varley ahrunk from ber. "Oh, no; impoesiblel" she said. And then: "If I talked forever I oouldnot explain; Init I think I have been badly treated. What had I done â€" or ahe â€" " She stopped aluruptly. "Oh, my poor babyl" she cried, pre.ssing her banoa to her eyes in a distracted fash- ion. She recovered herself, however, in a moment, and was once more calm and reserved as iisuaL "You must not mind me," she said, with a wan smile. "I have thought it all out, and why should I lore any one with my grief â€"a grief that is without remedy? If you will try to understand â€" toâ€"" "But 1 will not," cried Constantia, sinking on 'ler kneea beside ber and bunitine into tears. "Why should you be silent, and, to meâ€" to me who loved herf" She threw her arms roimd Yolande and dfew her toward her. This sim- ple action, full of honest grief and af- fection, as it was« did more fur Lady Varley than all the doctor's stuffs. She accepted the girl's eiuVirace. and clung to ber lor awhile siU^nlly, and than ax. last the bleosed ruin of tears couie, and liedewed ber heart, and sof- tened it, and soothed it in a meiuiuiwi. Any affection she had had for Con- stantia Iwfore, grow now into a fuller life, that never afterward Icnew any diminution in its strength. But to her alone she relaxed; with her only she permitted herself the luxury of giving way to a grief that every day seem- ed to make more inloleralUe. Her arms were empty; there was nothing to fill them. A faithltw hualjand, a little grave â€" truly her hearth was left un- to her desoLatel So foj as the outer world went, she seemed cold, im in tares ting. ThoM who hastened to aaMuro her of their sym- pathy, went home again to tell each other «n their next meeting. that af- ter all, delicate sentiments had been thrown away upon ber. and that evi- dently Bhe did not feel tbe death of the child nearly so nxuch as they had l)een ieu to believe. Ahl if they had lost their little ones, how differently they would have felt; how they would have shown, by tears and sigUs, the grief that wae consuming lUeinl Lady Kiileenu was specially bard on her. She bad called and had lieen re- ceived Uj VoUnde, and had advanced toward her wiih uplifted lirows and hands eloquently outstretched. "Ahl this hoM indeed Ijeen a teiri- Ide griefl" she said, in tunes carefully tremulous. Liidy Varley paused. Her eyes were oo the giiound, her face soumed froxen mto the purest marble. "Yes, it was a great grief," she said. Iler tone was calm. How could her visitor guess the effort the very utter- ance of the words oost herl How know that the hesitation was lioru of a wild struggle to conquer tearsâ€" that the downuist lids concealed wells of grief unsiieakttblel Lady Killeens was disappuintedl Was â- he as cold was they had all declared herf Had she l)een foolish in liellev- 'lUt her warmer-heurted than moat, with a terrilde capacity for suffering? She went straight from Araglin to pay a visit to Mrs. Uundas, and to her re- counted the unsatisfactory little scene through which she had just gone. She was it garrulous old lady, who would txi talking, and she described the affair very minutely. "She was a positive- icicle," ahe said at last, looking to pretty Mrs. Dun- das for sympathy. But Donna's sym- pathy was a broken reed on which to lean. Just now she smiled. Lady Killeen's density amused her. She, Don- na, had in a moment grasped the touch of tragedy In the forlorn little story. She, of all others, was able to read lie- tween the lines. .Strange anomalyl The woman totally without feeling, was the one who understood liest the woman, of feeling most acutel "Icicles sre deceptive," she said, with her brilliant smile. "Even as you look at them they melt away into water. Believe me, had you stayed long enough, Lady Varley would have dis- solved into water too. She lowered her eyes because they were full of hy»- terical moisture they call tears. Sha seemed to you cold, because she dread- ed lietraying publicly a feeling that, if once roused, she knew would tie dif- ficult to quell. Such people, of such Intenan emotions, are naturally a l)ore, and one perforce pities them, but one despises them too. Still, I think you should be grateful to her that sha spared you a scene." She smiled again, and stifled a faint yawn behind her Ian. Why l>«. in- tense, why be anything, with the thermomoler at ninety? Lady Killeens, who thought the "scene" hinted at would have lieen.more decent than Yolande's studied coldness, and who had come fully prepared for it, and wns Ih.^refore annoyed and disgusted, had little to sajr in answer to Mrs. Dundas's sneering little speech, and presently took her departure. But she spoke of Yolande's "unnatural calmness." ;i.«3he called it, wherever she went, and after awhile most people lielieved in itâ€" save two. Even Lord Varley was in a cer- tain degree deceived. Once she resum- ed her old duties, and sat at the head of the table and received her guests. thers was little in her manner, which had always teen grave and gentle, to speak of any Inward, torturing regret. Iter composure never forsook her. Her smile, if rarer, was always kind: and there was no rea.'ton why he .should re- gard her as cherishing a grief that was Inconsolable. He knew nothing of the long hours spent alone in the de- serted nursery, where she knelt lieside the empty little cot, and prayed for patience and a speedy finish to ber solitary life, and coniiired up the dead past, in which her dead darling's pale face smiled at her ag.iin â€" where the tiny arms were extended to her. where the pressure of delicate baby hands fell upon her breast, her che<'k. She was wasted and worn with grief, hut she kept her eyes dry before the world, lest that carelfws thing should enter in- to and disturb the sacrednesa of her despair. She sat before her davenport now, answering two or three letters of kind- Iv inouirv from some acquaintances in the North. .She was clad in deep mourning, and the somtier hue of her gown seemed to increase the pallor of her foce. Kb she answered the note? of condolence, her habv's face seemed to ri.se before her. and great tears gath- ered in her eves and rolled down her cheeks. At this moment Varley. whis- tling gavly a light operatic air spe- claljv affected by Mrs. Dundas, stroll- ed into the room by an open window. Ho had not expected to see her here, and he started vlsi'ilr. Of late he was a little nrromfortsHe in the presenc of his wife, and he \vould now have retired as he oame, h\it for the fact that .she had seen him. and that it was impossible for hfm to talce no notice of her sorrow. Re came toward her in a somewhat awkwsrd fashion, and stood lieside her chair, ."^he made a vain effort to conceal her face, and shrunk from him instinctively. "I'm sorry to see you like this." he said, with an affectation of friendliness, "I had honed you had got over it. Poor little begir.'ir: you know she was bound to go sooner or later " The carelem tone â€" meant, p«>rhap». to be kli Ivâ€" the untender allusion to her lost darling, the very uneasinos!* of his manner, all madden»d her. Her sub- dued anguish, refusing longer to he controlled, spruiur into life once more, and passion, terrible in its intensity, took po!Mes.iIon of her. It shook her AS a storm might shake a fragile flower. .''he rose abruptly, and push- ing liack her chair, looked at him with a face that was death-like In Its pallor "Tt sits lightly on you!" she said. In a voice »> low as to be almost Inaudi- ble. "Am yon dead. then, to all feel- ing â€" honor, affection, self-remwctf H«» that woman killed all? Oreat Heaven! what Is to he the end of this? And to speak of her â€" her, mv beloved, my angel!â€" to speak of her sol" She had grown Incoherent In her ve- hement reproach. Varlev made a ges- ture as If to speak, but she would not li«ten to him. She clasped her hands tightly a.s though to compel herself to some self-restraint, and tried to speak, but could not. "Ton are so excltaWe," he said at last; "if vou would but listen â€" if one miirht be allowed to exnlalnâ€" " "What?" she deijnanded, "vour Ina- Mlltv to feel sorrow?" Then all at once her scorn died from her, and the tears ran do\vn her wan cheeks. "Are vou her father, that you can speak thnst" she cried: "Is there bo grief In vou â€" no nature? Was not her sweet body yonr o-wn flesh and blood, that you can thus coldlv comment on her death? Oh! where is love or pity? Oh! njT darling.â€" my little one!- mv child!" It all seemed to culminate in that last word- her child. She raised her hands suddenly to her face as If to shut out from him any visilile demonstra- tion of her pain, and, with a bitter cry. she dropped, as a stone might, into her chair; ber arms fell prune upon tbe desk, and bor head found shelter on them. Varley shrugged his shoulders. These imjiosaible women, with their highly wrought nerves, wereâ€" erâ€" the very deucel He crept cautiously from the room, fearing onlv that she might re- cover herself sufficiently to address bim again before he had made good his retreat. But ahe had already forgotten him; he had ceased, Indeed, for a long time to l>e anything in her life save a vague shadow of coming disgrace or a sug- gestion of years wasted. After awhile she sighsd heavily and raised her head, and lay book languid ly in her chair, with a sense of physi- cal weariness that touched ber not un- pleasantly. The minutes came and went„ and grew into hours, and twi- light was already stealing over the land, when the door was again opened, and a servant announced: "Mr. O'Grady." (To be continued.) I WHAT IS aOINa ON IN THB FOUR CORNERS OP THB QLOBB. Ota anil New World Bvsnts •! Interest Cliraa> Icled Brieflyâ€" Intsrestinc Happsalngs el Recent Dats. The British Gove.Tnment owns nearly I two-thirds ot the naviea of the worldâ€" 0,984,280 tons. I Tlie largest bell in Japanâ€" that in tbe temple of Kiotoâ€" Is twenty-four feet j high and slijteea feet In diameter across I tbe rim. ! The English Wosleyan returns, just published, reveal thai during the past , year there has been a decreased mem- â-  bersbip of 2,'275. ! En|c)ish coal mines produced 188,- , 277,525 tons of coal in 1884. ezoMdtna the highest previous reccpd, that of 1X91, by nearly 3,000,000 tons. Our globe now contains 1.470.719.O0O inhabitants according to tha iaiivst statistixM. More than half n< ibis num- ber is claimed in Asia alone. Egl{3 are now importsd into Great Brituyi from Russia, ^helled, lieaten up, â- ind pre.served in hermetically sealed tins, from which they are di^vra off thitnigh a tap. At i)eli>hi, a beautiful bronze sta- â- uette of Ap* lio, eight inches high, haa lieen discovered, arousing the hope that more valuable votive of wrings may lie .'ound at the same place. Habibulla and Na&urilla Khans, the two ol.lest sons of the Ameer of Afghan- istan, have been made Kiiiglits Grand Cross of the order of St. .Michael and St. fJeorge by Queen Victoria. The Duke of Saxe-Meiningen was roblwd of f 19 by bandits in Italy, It was all the money he carried with him, Imt he reflecta w-ith siitlsfaction that he preserved his incognita Lady LondMiderry has had a lugger tmilt at Southampton of cedar and ma^- bugany, 26 feet un the water line, with silver-plated aluminium fittings, and ->ilk sails. It is to be called tbe JVIetu- cada. a The greatest corporation on earth la the London and Northwestern Railway Company of l!^gland. It has a capital of 8.')i),1,000,000 and a revenue of 88.- 500 an hour, -.300 engines and employs 60,000 men. The oldest armchair in the world ia the throne mce u:3ed by Queen Haifu, ^^-ho flourished In Egypt 1600 B.C. I6 is made of ebotiy, beautifully carved, .md is so hardened with ago as to ap- pear to be made ut black marble. Westminster Hall has Ijeen doted to the public, except wiien under surveil- lance since the dynamite explodiuus U years ago. Tho St. James' Gazette sug- gests that It is time to take away the policemen and let visitors enter the hall freely. The latest musical prodigy, nuw playing in Vienna, is a little Polish girl, aged nine, named Paula Szalit. It IS said of her that she can not only play works by all the great masters, l>ut is capable of improvising to a con- siderable extent. A suicide in Lyons, France, arranged i rude guillotine for hinuaelf. A sharp tiatchet was ueighed >vith a sledge- hammer, just o^'ur the block. The in- ventor placed his head on tbe block, pulled a string, down cam* tba hatchet and oil came the man's head. A new warehouse in Paria has beeq built with glass floors. The initial coat i:i considerably over that, of the ordin- ary floor, iHit,, in view of the fact that toughened glass is so much longer lived than wood. Um experiment is likely ta prove cheaper in the lung run. A Muuthyuo prize has been award- •hI by the French Academy to Capt. Danrit, autUior of "La Uuerre da De- uiain, " a work which when it first ap- peared caused itd author to ho put un- der arrest for thirty day^, as hi.3 su- perior officers did not like the book. Uf the seventy thousand breweries ia the woild, thirty thoiuiaud are in Ger- many, Great Britain has eighteen thou- -â- anwl and tbe United States five thou- sand. Each country uses nearly all its .>wn product, except Germany, whiok manufactures mors than it i.'''Lsuiuea. i>urand, the man who undertook to itting from tlM gallmvs for thirteen days in a I'arli cafe, has coiupletixl bis per- lurmano*. Ue waa lot down for thirty seven hour* in all while it lasted, but slept while hanging. He now prupoaaa to alUiw himaeil to lie buried for a lung [>criod. Tbu following carious advertisement appeared recently in the Londuti Daily Cnrunicle: "Lost, a Buiwarkâ€" Not long ago it was malntainod by its suppoort- ei-s that the Church of England waa tbe bulwark of Prirteatanttsm. Any in- formation concernlug the said bulwark vvill be welcomed by a greatful com- uiunity." Visitors to Holland this June mojr see Bit Utrecht a series uf prcresaiona in mediaeval costumes, modelUd on tbe famous tournament given at Vien- na In 1S60 biy jidapuniliau II. 'The feati- \ ulX will last a week, and l> in buuur of tbe 260th annivensary uf the foun- dation Off the univemity, which waa fouiKled in the soma year as Harvard College. A duel with knives waa fought In tbe court yard orf the Louvre una evening recently between two ticket speculators, who quairralled at the en- trance to tbe Theatre Francaise. Thia spot ia one of th» moat frequented in the city, being one ol the mam avenues fur uiuni'liuaes and foot passengers from tbo right to tlie left bank uf the .Seine. â-² delightful official dinner ia that given by tho Mistress of the itojijea on tbe Queen's birthday. All tbe Min- isters wlvee ar* Invited, and as their husbands cannot be present un account of their giving official dinners to men tbemselves, tbe men for the dinners ar* .suleuted from live baighleat and muat promising ol tbe youuger politicians. An old scandal in the English royal family is reo&lled by the .tale gf the old French furniture belonging to the Duke of Susaeix and kept in Keuaiug- tun palace since the death of his widow, tbe Duchess of Inverness. The Duke, who was one of George lll.'s wortbloaa t«una, married Lady Augiu*ta Murray, ' ,t marriage annulled as being without bis father's consent, and later married Lady Cecilia Undenvood, whom Queen Victoria created Duchess of Inverness. Alma Tadema, the artist, has the most beautiful home in England. The wall of tbe drawing room is paneled with tall, slim pictures, each of them by a different painter- Leightun, lioughton, Sergent, Whistler, and a score of other artist friends each oou- trilHiting to this remarkable decora- tion. Another interesting feature is the oak and Ivory piano, uu the inside lid of wblob are inscribed the autograph* of the most celebrated singers and musicians in the world. The sum of i;20,00U ia needed fur the clearance and restoration of the Crypt of Canterbury cathedral, England- tna repair of tbe cloisters, the repair, sus- tentation and restoration of tlte chap- ter house, and the restoration of th* ancient chapel of St. Andrew, which is now unsightly fri«n neglect and dis- figurement. Dean Farrar appeals to the English speaking Christiana throughout the world, including Am- ericans, for contributions for a restora- tion fund, as the oathedral authcHiities have no funds available for the pur^ pose. LIGHT ON THB SUBJECT. How ia it that Watley has so many new suits? He gets a small salary. Oh, he ia an electrician and hia clothaa are all obaraad. i5&^«