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 iliPIWii" WiPWB^WBUUjppi ii.i. LOYE'S THIUMPH 1 ii'S â- V.-I n» -(â- 4 ill ii*irsj By the Aatiior of "Eati Masskt's LOVB OB KiKDKKO " Falsehood," "Bkatkice's AuBmoii," "A GoLDm Dbeam," 0., C. .fi-tSJ '•' POB Liverpool or Pacific name on ticket to start- ing this day weak yon telling me New York was yonr game because Australia to dear I an. Your frend " I got your address CHAPTER XL In the first-floor front of an extremely, modest London boarding-house sat Glynn Neville, late trooper in her Majesty's â€" th Hussars, leaning back wearily in] his chair, his quiet dark eyes half thonghtfnlly, half sadly, fixed on the street bfelow him. The "top season " had just gone oat, the " hoop season " had come in, and (the street was filled with Icfaildren trundling them, racing with them, falling over them amid much noise, laughter, and tears while the cries of a hawker who added a drum and set of pandean-pipes to a naturally stentori- an voice burst now and aeain through the dim as he recommended his damaged fruit to an inattentive public. A mechanical piano tinkled dismally half through a waltz tune, jerking in a manner that would have been distracting to a musician, then ceased, and after a pause began again a few yards away. But, nttwlfhstandiog the noise, S^b^reitrorc^oof^^lSwar;^^^^^^^^^ the little room on that warm August wUh^h-. -^w«^^^^ A trfveling-truik standing near, packed N* *»»« j^'tig/tio" « t^« «^1 ^^^ 'j*^ and c^rded,^and labelled "New W," ""S^'*^ *»!? !^« ' *^** the money was her showed that the boarding-house first-fio^r money, and that f «:^" *^j°« *?*«"?* front would not know him much longer, and him to go to Australia, after having ^sue- some articles of clothing-procurld that I ceeded m gaining possession of every thmg day â€" were scattered over the table and ugly horse-rhair chairs, or hung out of the mouth of a small portmanteau, about him all the disorder of preparation for a long journey but although he was to start for Liverpool at midnight, and his packing was not nearly completed, the ex- " James Kellt, out of Mr. Croft's room it's wrote up on ihe wall over the fire- place." " Now," thought Glynn, when he had succeeded in mastering the meaning of the ill-written, ill-spelt, and unpunctuated words, "what is^his Is her hand in it? Is it part of the same game that began with the stealing of my pocket-book, which doubtless waa accomplished with this man's assistance If it is not Miss Verschoyle, who else can it be " Pale with emotion he sat, holding the let- ter in his hand and looking down blankly at the papers on the floor. Unreasoning and impulsive as a woman in all that con- cerned the aflFections, he leaped to the con- clusion that this letter from his fellow ser- â- nd she loved. Loved? Bah I She oo^d not love Bikughton â€" she ooold not ton tram trooper was doing nothing beyond sitting still, listeniog to and watching the turmoil without with an indulgent ear and eye â€" for it would be lon^ before ne looked upon such a scene again. He was enjoying the sense of being his own master, and resting quietlj for he had been tramping to and fro in the hot streets all day, buying what he required ' before him, and two severe that he might have used against her. I the open Why was she so terrified at this whim of There was ^^^ to look on her onct more he asked him- c^elf laying down premises of which at least he had no proof, and then reasoning from them. Did she fear that he would claim her and put her to open shame, after she had so long enjoyed Mark Verschoyle's money Surely not What then could have induced her to employ this groom of Captain Haughton's to rob him first and bribe him afterwards? Why was she so anxious for him to leave England To these torturing questions â€" which his sober judgment could not answer â€" his heart replied with a forboding that bliinched his for the new life ^v,x^»-.x.„., «,..v. ...« ..^ v-,- 1. j j .. •.. wounds and the merciless heat of Egypt had ^rown cheeks even while he dared not put it bis fine constitution that he was • "t° words so injured easily fatigued now. As he lounged back wearily in his chair, watching the swarming life outside, his thoughts, instead of beins; busy with the unknown country to which he was going, turned to the past â€" to the proud cold face, with its strange expression, half- restless- ness, half-discontent, of which he had caught a glimpse now and then at Haughton. Yes â€" she must have seen him, in spite of all his precautions, for she had stolen his pocket-book, mistrusting him " after all â€" after all " he muttered passionately, and straightway lost himself in a maze of con- jecture aaid fruitless speculation as to how and why the apparently wanton act was committed. His heart was still faithful to the woman who had rejected him with such contempt five years before. She might have known that it was only to look upon her that he went there she might have had so much trust â€" so mu'ih confidence â€" in his solemn word, after he had given her such proofs of his faithfulness. " The sharp rat-tat of the postman as he went from door to door down the now dark- ening street roused Glynn from these bitter and torturing reflections. He watched the man, half- hoping for a letter from his one friend, to whom he clung now in his loneli- ness as a child clings to a parent and yet, wh6n the maji walked up the steps, amd he saw the word " Gannon " scrawled across one of the envelopes, the young man's heart sank within him for Garret Croft was to have met him at Liverpool on the following morning, to see him off and give him a hand-clasp at parting, and this letter must be an apology for disappointing him, a farewell on paper. He sprang up, and then sat down again, drumming with his fingers on the table and biting the ends of his thick moustache, as impuuive and impatient now, for all his five years of discipline and rigid obedience, as he was when he walked away from his bride about an hour after their marriage. He did not have to wait long in a very few minutes a sleepy-eyed, dirty child tap- ped at the door and entered. "Two letters Both for me " inquired Gljrnn, in some surprise. " Yen, sir. An' please, sir, you're to sign yonr name here, sir. He said so " and she pointed a grimy thumb over her shoulder towards the steps, where the postman was still standing. " What â€" registered Who in the world has sent me a registered letter Who knows of my address but Garret "â€" and the ex- trooper, as he spoke, held the envelope with its blue crossed lines away from him, and looked at it as if it were something poi- ' sonous. A horrible feeling of dread possessed him something seemed to tell him this was from Hyacinth, and that she was sending him money. " ' E'S waiting â€" postman, sir," said the girl, offering him a slip of paper " an' he says as 'ow your to put your name 'ere, an' look sharp." Glynn hastily signed the paper, and, throwing Garret Croft's letter upon the table, looked closely at the written address on the other. It was not from Hyacinthâ€" he was spared that bitter insult at her hands and, with a sigh of relief, he opened it, not much car- ing who was the writer. The letter was written on a rather dirty piece of paper, and the penmanship was. evidently that of an unedncated person. Having a faint idea that he had seen some- thing uke this unsteady hand on bills for horses' food and other things pertaining to Captun Hanghton's establishment, he tam- ed the leaf to look at the signature, and, as he did so, a Bank of Kngland note for fifty pounds and some other papers flattered softly to the ground. Glynn glanced at them, bat did not stop to pick them up, as he waa too impatient to reail the letter. " Deer Gannon â€" ^This comes hopping to find yon in good helth as it leves me at ]^esent thank God for it and seeing aa how yoo were sacked pretty soddent, and mi|^t think Ihad a finger in it wUdi I had not I made interest with iba Captain for yon and be sent yon this staff and pau8« intennedi- ate for mdney by Occedestd her name on ticket H I haven't spelt right hdng a poor ft re^ at tiie pm going to-moRoir Ivtii firom He rose from his chair and began walking aimlessly about the room, a hundred dis- jointed ideas, thoughts, and resolves passing through his mind while Hyacinth's pale proud face, contemptuous lips, and unhappy eyes seemed to meet 1 im at every turn. Why had she done this thing Why had she compromised herself so with a man who was as crafty and insolent as he was deceit- ful and fawning What necessity had dri- ven her to such a desperate act as this Must there not have been some reason for it She must surely be going to do some- thing that she feared would force him to break his oath and claim from her the fulfil- ment of the vows that she had uttered in Herby parish church five years before When his thoughts had reached this point, and he was filled with the fear of the inevi- table conclusion to which they were bringing him, his eyes fell upon his friend's unopen- ed letter. In that perhaps, which would doubtless have some scraps of gossip con- cerning the guests at Haughton Abbey, would be an answer to all his questions, or a confirmation of what his heart was repeat- ing to him more loudly every moment. He sat down by the table, and, tearing open the envelope with shaking hands, read as follows â€" " Dear Glynn â€" Although I hope to clasp hands with you to-morrow, I cannot refrain from dropping a line to you now, to prepare you for the fact that yon will find the very happiest fellow in the three kingdoms wait- ing for you at Liverpool. Lily Verschoyle has accepted me. Her parento have not said me nay, and we are to be married some three months from this. And it is all your doing. My soldering turned her gentle heart to me first, and my soldiering I owe to you. I took courage on the night of the Earl's breaking-up ball, asked her, and re- ceived my answer, so that I am really and truly the very happiest fellow breathing, and must gush to you on paper like a school- girl. I have one crumpled leaf among my roses however â€" I suppose one must not be altogether blessed in this life, it would be aggravating to other folk. It is Miss Vers- choyle's evident dissatisfaction and disap- pointment at her sister's choice of a mere nobody like me. She is not trying to pre- vent onr union certainly, but she utters many things with those sneering lips of hers which put one into a white f liry even to re- call afterwards, and which are impossible to answer at the time. It is a satisfaction to me that we are to have none of her money â€" most of it will go, I suppose, to pay Haughton's debts. That is the last and most puzzling bit of news here â€" tiie Re- fuser has refused for the last time, and the happy man is the bully and roue whom you and 1 had such a long experience of in the Soudan I What has induced " The letter fell from Glynn's hand, and his head sank forward on the table silent, motionless, with clenched teeth and ashen cheeks, he bore the agony of this revelation much as he had borne the lancet and probe when the spar-head was being removed from his side. Here was the explanation clearly and plainly set down in this say, triumphant letter before him â€" the exmanation towucds which his though to had oeen temding all along here was the one possible reason for robbing him, for bribing him to leave the country at once, doubtless calculating that he wonld be on the high seas at the tune of her marriage, and so, even if he saw the name " The Hon. Mrs. Haughton" in a newspaper, wonld not connect it with her. " Her marriage I " He repeated the words over and over again to himself through his clenched teeth. The sirl who had knelt by his side and vowed to oe trae to him vntil death, was deliberately planning and maa- oeuvring to blind him, to get him out of the country in-order tliat she might marry an- other man 1 " I don't believe itâ€" I can't believe it 1 " he cried out, finding some sUght solace in the sound of his own voice while the spear- woond just bdow his heart, which had won him an honourable discharge and a small pension, began to smart aad throb. "No, I won't believe it I She would not â€" oh, die wonld not! Her conscience may not be very clear oonoeming money-mattenâ€" a wosun^i sense rf lumonr aevw is so kesm on that point as a man'sâ€" bother nnaollied polity, her fair name she wooM not ride tiMNeâ€" no, not even if her heart ware XMlliy toodted No â€" a tiioaaand times, no I have been â€" andshallbeali my lif»â€" tme to tiia 'wacdm that I vowed that morning, and so will she. Do I not remember bow she said, 'It is nothing to me how yoo pass yonr life, hot I ualllive mine in par- ity and honour all my days? No â€" attain no Wife to me she has never been bat we are bound together by the most solemn of ties. She would not dare to^do this wicked thing 1" He had been walking np and down tiie small stifling room while these words fell from his lips. He paused now and sat down by the table again, pressing his hand to his sideâ€" for the scarred flesh felt as if it were being torn with red hot pincers. The long swora-cnt on his face also had become quite inflamed. " If it were to bleed now until I died," he thought, writhing in his chair with pain, " what a blessmg it wonld be for her I But I shall not die yet I lived, I who sought death when men who had wives and little ones in England poured out their life-blood on the hot sand â€"men whose death broke the hear to of many a mother, wife, or be- trothed. A broken heart I Oh, do I not know what a broken heart is " He started np and began walking about again, in a tumult of doubt and apprehen- sion, at one momeot believinsr Hyacinth guilty, at another that there was some ne- fariousplot againstpier, the first step in which required his removal to the other side of the world. Slowly he came to the resolution that it was his duty, having regard to the chain that bound them both, to go to Haugh- ton, see her, and, if this were a plot, con- vince her that he still lived and solemnly warn her that she must abide, even as he did, by the conditions of their separation. The sun had now set the lamplighter was hurrying down the strtet, and the swarming children were more noisy and energetic than ever. Glynn went to the window, and stood there for some minutes stating, seeing noth- ing however but Hyacinth's fair face set be- tween him and all the world. Then, with- out waiting to gather up the money or letters, he took his hat and hurriedly left the house, walking with a step so weak and uncertain, a demeanor so wild and excited, that he was conscious of the passers-by staring at him. A policeman even turned and followed him for a few paces, wondering if he were drunk or mad. In the course of his walk Glynn Neville stopped opposite to a looking-trlass in a hairr dresser's shop, and pulled the travelling-cap he wore a little more over his forehead, scarcely recognizing as he did so the wild haggard face â€" ashy white but for the angry scar on one cheek â€" the drawn mouth and burning eyes that he saw there. He was an hour too soon for the train that he intended to travel by but he walk- ed straight towards the station. It was a relief to walk, to be in motion the time passed more quickly amid the li'e and noise of the busy streets, which in a manner har- monized with the agitation and tumult in his heart, than in the close little room that he had left. And so, long before he had ex- pected it, he lonnd himself opposite to St. Pancras Railway Station with fully an hour to spare. He went inside the terminus, and leaned against a railing on one of the platforms, trying to calm himself and to control the tumult of emotions that was making his heart beat against his side and his wound throb as if the flesh would burst. He endeavored to interest himself in the confusion, excitement, and general disorder of the scene on which he looked with such unseeing eyes, and so force himself to pause for a little in the torturing incessant think- ing, conjecturing, questioning, that was be- wildering him, and to which he could not possibly obtain an answer for many hours. The scene did for a few minnies take him out of himself. One of the greet excursion- trains that in July and August bring " country cousins" np to the city from every part of the kingdom had jast labored slowly in the platform was filled with a mass of peo- ple, swarming, hurrying, crowding hither and thither, most of them not in the least knowing whither they were to go next, but rejoicing in the fact tbt this was London and they were going to have ten days of en- joyment for their moneyâ€" others looking anxiously for " town" friends or rela- tives to pUot them to a place of safety, or encumbered by baggage, or wives and daughters, seeking assutance at the hands of some official, while the turmoil and chi- fnsion seemed unending. But the excitement and noise were wel- come to Glynn Neville â€" anything bat si- lence and the agony of his own thonghts waa welcome to him during the hour he had to wut. He pushed into the middle of the (Towd, and, one among five hundred, drift- ed dowly towards the main entrance. He was not watehing anyone in particular, when, in a strange, senseless, meohanioal way, while a curious dreamlike, unreal sen- sation took possession of him, his eyes fixed themselves upon a tall slim lady dressed in dark gray, wearing a thick veil, and carry- ing a snuJl bag or dressing-case in her gloved hand, who was walking immediately in front of him. Her back was towards him a little tweed cap, pressed down en her flaxen plaits and tied with a doaUe fold of black lace, hid all but half an inch of her neck. Her long gray mantle was loose, and concealed her tul, dender figure. Gradually he awoke from the trance of amazement into which he had fallen to a sure and certain knowledge of who she -vas and as he did so he told himself that only sadden death or some firightfal accident would force hbn to lose sight of her again, bis wife, his yonng be- loved wife, alone, unattended, at night, in London. Why was she here? How conld she so risk her reptation Whither was die go- ing he a^ed himself wildly as he prened forward until he touched her dress and, in spite of all nis sospicions and of the reason that he had to execrate the day that her false face came into his life, he felt intoxi- cated with {deasnre and delight to be so near her, to watch over and guard her onawares. The crowd was rapidly thinning, cabs and omnibases carrying off tbe greater portion of them, the rest b«ing swallowed np in die restless life of the streets He saw tiiat she was nervons, ondeddsd, tinrfd, evidaady not qiate eqoal to tbe tsifcbefon bsr. wb«^ wen t was. Altbon^she walked et she stopped often, lotting op at the names on ^«et OMnen, uImo aSwnt b«r, m if aha dreaded aomediing or mow one nd oboe ortwieesheatsppod eidde towold ngroop of men wbow load voioas aad bold mm todamboF. t. ^-Ji.** ft»ii-5-. Why should he not speak to her now be asked himself, when the first passionate 4i«wM af aMMlbr iidlo«Hng «»dr wM^ her wiis past. He bad been waiting im- patientiy for tbe train tbttt was. to earry him to her, in order that be mig^t save ber or warn her-^be scarcely knew which â€" and, now that, by some mysterioQS arranire- ment of events of which he knew nothing, -she was here, within a few yards of him, pacing the lamp-lighted stareete alone, sare- WtioB was the time to speak to her I As he debatfsd this qnestion with himself, still keeping her in sight, it was decided for him in a way that he half expected it would be, leaving him no choice in the matter. She passed before a brilliantly-illumin- ated public-house to look for the name of the street, and, while doing so, her beau- tiful face and pale golden hair, only half hidden by her veil, attracted the atten- tmn of two well-dressed half- intoxicated men. One of them advanced towards her and said â€" "Ah â€" ^pardon me â€" want name of street, my deah Can't I assist you Pretty eirl -rail alone â€" so late â€" ver' wrong â€" ah I â€" and he tried to place his arm round her shoulder. What brought Glynn Neville's name to Hyrcinth's lips in a wild despairing, cry as, trembling with nervous terror and nUsgnst, she tore herself from the fellow, crying, "Glynnâ€" oh, Glynn 1" while the lights danced before her eyes and she almost fell And yet that appeal, that sobbing cry for help and protection, made in her imagina- tion to a little heap of sand in a desert place by the Nile, was answered at once. He whom she had thought of as dead, for whose memory she was flying from the world that she had once preferred to him, to cast hen elf down where she thought the poor remains of what she loved lay â€" he sprang forward at her call and flung the drunken wretoh who had molested her headlong from the pavement then he turned, looked at her, and she, with a sudden and passionate movement, clasped him in her arms. So husband and wife met again, after five years, under the flaming lighto of a giu-pal- ace, amid the hurrying life of the London streete. Hyacinth gave no heed to the looks or commente of the passers- by, caring for noth- ing but the fact that he was alive, that she held him fast in her arms, pressed close to her heart, and knowing that, before he cast her from him forever, he must listen to her, he must hear her say â€" " I am punished more than you, for I love you â€" have loved you since the night I sent you from me I" She tried to say this, f;aring that he would break from her, and that her oppor- tunity would be gone, looking up into his face and feeling the beating of his heart against her side. But what she saw in his face â€" love and forgivenness â€" choked the words in her throat and she could only cling to him in mute ecstasy of happiness, one moment of which was worth all her five years of wealth. " What's the matter with the lady " asked a policeman, approaching them. Glynn started, roused to the exigencies of life by thie man's question. " She is my wife â€" taken ill could you get me a cab " he said, keeping down his emotion with all the strength of his wilL The policeman signalled to a "growler." Then Glynn addressed Hyacinth. " Hyacinth â€" my wife," he said â€" " will you come home " " Home," she whispered, in a strange dazed way â€" "home " â€" and, turning slight- ly, she kissed the sleeve of his coat. He took her in his arms and placed her in the cab. " Drive on â€" anywhere " he cried to the cabman. She was still clinging to him convulsive- ly, as if she never meant to release him from the clasp of her slender arms. With a calmness that surprised even Glynn him- self, he placed her beside him, and, submit- ting to her embrace but not returning it, spoke to her in a low stern voice. " Hyacinth, my wife â€" my loved and un- forgotten wife â€" given to my arms thus by some strange chance, telling me by,your sweet eyes fixed on mine, by your dear arms clasp- ed about me, by the utterance of my name when you were in danger, that, in spite of your cruel and sinful words to me five years ago, you love me as I never dared to hope you wonld^Hyacinth, I will not ask you why you are here â€" why you, through a servant, robbed me and tried to bribe me to go away into exile â€" why you allowed it to be said that you were about to marry Cyril Haughton I trust you. I believe in you in spite of everything, and I ai^ you to give up all â€" all that you gave me up for five years agoâ€" and to listen to yonr own heart" His voice faltered and be stopped, unable to control Ms einotion and she, her hand creeping a little" farther round his bowed neck, her cheek pressed a little closer to his broad shoulder, an inefhble deUght filling her heart, whispered so low he could soaroe- ly hear her â€" "I did not rob you; Haagbton did â€" after you were dead, he said. In that way he discovered my secret, he declared. He told me you lay beneath the sands of the desert and he threatened to pat me in the felon's dock unless I marriea Mm Bat, Glynn, I could not â€" ^no, I could not In life or death I am yours and I believed yon dead so I said Yes ' to gain time, and I came away secretly and of all tbe money I brought onlv enough to ti^e me to â€" to that f laceâ€" oh, I ahould have found it Iâ€" where thought yon lay." " Good heavens," he interropted, involun- tarily daspiiu; her waist, " I see it all now How could r ever have doubted your in- nocence He would have forced you into marrying him, and then told yoo â€" when he bad paid bis debts with yonr money, and when you would not have dared to speak for fear of the biw-thatl waa alive, that .you were not his wife 1 Oh, Hyacinth, be would have lowered your pride to the very dust; uid Iâ€" what conld I bare done then?" "But there waa never any fear of tiiatâ€" never," she answered firmly. " Did I not teU yon that I was gobi^ away â€"to hide from tbe lawâ€" to Hide from bim For, Glynn, I loved you I It waa my pon- ishment to kye yonâ€" to long all tboae fire y^ for tbeheartlbad despised. It is a relief to me to say it to yooâ€" to me, who dmaght to say it over yoor grave. Let me teU yoo this onee that to kiok opom yoor face, to bold too jn my anna aa Ido now. is wwtb aU tiie ridiea in the world to m^ •ad dmt I woold die-ob. I wodd wilUi^ w^'sser* •**•-* »»â€" ^*«--»»- 'WfilyoaghrBiipaU? W|lljMiI«t«| bide yoo from the law wni mrmifAgmmm, andacre«,tj^«(, meto-monow?" "^asiJ? She raised her bead from hi. ri..^ a moment, looked into his eve. .T^^ edsolenmly- â- "=* »«aii,j^ " Yes- for better for worse fn^ • poorer, your home is mine, and I J^n^^f* you-oh, willingly-giadly-_y^i a the •Tel lynn, 1 have something to f1.11 .ll.it then. Hyacinth; net!^" and precious on the banks of rLi\'*« Creek " and the speaker, who wmiIiS up a ladder, traming a great bush o sweet' about the doorway of an L;'"*- new wooden bearded face house, over a rolled-np-r^?*?* sleeve, and looked down with »--^ *^ I Want to u TWs-^hold! tented eyes at a very beautTfur if t?^^ •*"• untidy, young woman who waigtuT*^ neath, a newspaper and an ontn iT***" her slim white hand. '*«« in "No â€" come down, please, close to you while I tell you! ^i ing up the letterâ€"" is from Lily Something in her face show^ hi»,fi. this news, whatever it was, was J^- He dropped the branch of " bitterS, eame down, put his brown hand aCrt- wUe-s^neck, and touching her soh cfi " WeU, Bluebell, tell me yournew, " that Haughton, our enemy, whom we fi! even here on the borders of the Indiana tory, is--i8 dead " and she turned her^ against his true heart and began to-sob 1^. a child. ' He gave a quick sigh, half of surprise. half of profound relief, and, with his^ stUl about her, took the newspaper 3 oTOhed it, a bold heading-" Suicide of an Officer, meetmg his eyes at once. " A fit ending for him. Bah, child-whv do you cry " said the ex-trooper a litUe sternly, when he had read the paragraph " I cry not for hira, but for Heavm' mercy to me," she answered. "He it token I am shown my sin, granted time t« repent, pardoned, given you " " I understend you,." he said, kissing her " And now, when we get rioh enough, we can go to Ireland in safety and see Liiy and her husband in that ivied house by the Nore of which she is always writing." " Yes,"â€" dreamily. Do you know, Gjynn, in spite of what she says about her happy life, I think I an. happierâ€" for I have sinned and been forgiven, tried you and found you true while Lily Ah, well, we both know that there is Nothing Like Lovi^in all the world 1" [The Ekd.] The Savage Stas;e of CJiildhood. Like the savages of to-day, those fierce progenitors of ours mnst have delighted m the torture of captured enemies. Thus dur- ing long ages, compassion was unknown, and it appears to have been lately, acquired by the now dominant races. Indeed, even among so highly cultivated a people as the Romans, it remained almost unknown until comparatively recent timesâ€" say fifteen hundred years ago â€" in proof of which may be noted their heartless fondness for the bloody sports of the arena. The emotion of pity appeared late in the history of the race and, in view of the law of our development, which carries us along the path our ancestors have trod, how can we expect our boys to be anything else bnt cruel How far is it judicious to go, in try- ing to alter the natural course of a child's mental growth by imposing upon him ideas which in due course he will not share until later? This last question is inviting, but we will not'froiato its solution at present, content- ing ourselves with observing that because a boy shows no compunction at giving pain to a captive bird, or calmly lacerates the feel- ings of a family of squirrels, merely to give himself a few soon -neglected pets, is no rea- son for expecting him to grow up a monster of cruelity. And we will further venture to suggest that much of the immorality of boys is a necessary consequence of their de- scent, as a corollary of which follows the aphorism of my witty friend, " A good boy is diseased " Anarchist Spies and IJina Van Zandt- A girl friend of Nina Van Zandt tells* reporter that after Miss Van Zindt's father's failure in business in Philadelphia the family moved to Chicago. All that renam- ed of their former affluence were five png dogs, the property of Nina, and, as m. stubbornly reused to give them up, the appraisers of her father's assets had omitted them from the schedule of,, his effects. The girl was wonderfully attached to the pete, and as time elapsed and she felt more and more the pinch of poverty, her affection for the dogs increased. One day the f avOTit« of tbe lot was lost Dilllgent search, offen of reward,and advertising were all in*"' tual in restoring the annual to its bereaved owner. Miss Van Zandt wrote a letter to the ArbeiUr-Ztitung, recounting her sorrow and bewailing the loss of her greatest pet Aui^ist Spies, who was then editor of the paper, published the letter, and wroteM amusing editorial, in which he made a gow deal of fun of the young girl's love for »« pug dog. The editorial gave the mcidem so much notoriety that it lead to the disco- veiy and restoration of the dog. Mw» »^ Zandt was so grateful that she »«« " person to thank the editor, and ttot ««• the first meeting between the /o??**^ Anarchist and the woman who is destmea to become bis Sridow." Fhotogiaphin^ Wheels in Motion- Instantaneoaa photography has jnst been employed by Mr. S. W. Gardner to deoj? strata by optical proof the fact that tn» upper part of the wheel of a vehicle m turn travels more quickly than its vsw^ part. Mr. Gardnerhas taken an onMW" wheel en route, and in this phott»ff»K| while tbe lower ends of the spokes vasa^ atdy adjacent to tiiei «onnd are not y^ oqptibly ondmrpened by the T^ootion,^ tops of tbe vipger spokes show an tf^ motion corresponding to about 10 a^'^, Tbe photograph also most successtn^^ presses tbe fact that tbe wheel it reprtTL bin rapid motion. Instantaneous pt^ nnphy, at die rate it is going on, wiu " hnve no more worlds to conquer. Violant nin atormâ€" crowded ^^^^ aiidBOBae lady aad gendeman on pun Qendeman (to those inside)-' ^^Jje aqneeae ft lady in diere?" Choriuiof»*" â-¼â€¢tow "Â¥â- , asrtainly; two of em. S*^jSS«rbwb of Camfon i»5i ^JJ^niinded individus ^*5S^S2Km not an im^ppro] fMi«'**^«^!Sn w« much addic •1^ *^' with his month pretty v .Hr»y«'r^Dle called him the fl '"'•KS unfortunate habit. becao*« "» " ^^ ^uy means an ?fr;^on, this ^Joseph Gap lookJBg P^" about as stupid 1 W"J?!lteiy, perhaps, for him, '*^f rSinotiou that he w; *««?»Vbjcctthanotherwiae. P**;!^ he c-onsidered himself a v. J^fiaUog. inteUigent, and P^nfve but to look at a girl • 1 metaphorically, and in maaj ^jCeUp^horically but in real, ••Tufhw^rhroTlnion Joseph «ti*foUowed the occupation of 1 UvSarhome with his father, a Sble and unassuming old ma SSShed the business in whi ""J wStry amusing to see the ..J Tnsenh Gaper make his way t tt?fsK.dressed^linh, ST tiie air of one who beUeved nUne belonged to him. P^Jfoltow! A good many pe «d m their sleeves at him, but he, gad ignorance, felt convmced ^mired and envied bun. IjTw as « very natural in t ti^e of manhood, he had seriou of findmg out some gentle ere would suit his taste when he incUned to " settle down and ge as the saying goes. Of course he knew a good m ladies'of his own class of life th ably if yon kad dared to sugg shop-girl was his equal, he woulc higUy indignant. However, w «Sie, and if we are wrong he m US. tiiat they were his equals, a ed up his nose at the mere notioi ing anyone in that position â€" a tradesman's daughter was the lov to which he cculd dream of stoop There happened to stand, no from his father's premises, a tave the name of The Sceptre. â-  Now The Sceptre was. withoi ception, the beat conducted ho kmd that ever was seen. The landl rl, a hearty, genial- Bull, conducted his business in exemplary manner possible. No drunkenness or rioting w ted at 'The Sceptre. The landlady, a delicate, lady-l person, was universally respec name of the worthy couple was 1 were blessed with an only childâ€" At the period of our story she » twenty years of age. • Now Miss Bilfil was a remark some looking young lady. We lady advisedly, and not in the g( of the word, which now is applie thing feminine in human shape ran. She had been educated at exceil and educated thoroughly. This other possessing a natural re; mind, emanating most probabl gende mother, rendered her a 1 ble wife for any man who shou good fortune to win her. In spite of the respectebility tre, the life she was compelled barmaid was not, or at any ra' be acceptable to one possessing ' She, however, made the b^st her chief delight was in render ents happy, no one ever heard at her lot. It will easily be understood i respect Miss Bilfil was held, poorelst frequenters of the h wealthiest, from the humblest bom, she was respected and li! ilL It was currently believed that were very wall to do. They des and doubtless they were. Th ferenoe drawn was, that Miss an only child, would one day 1 'dl i/S, and consequently, i P^^niaryway, she would prove But Miss Bilfil was not the k Mv to throw herself away u »ol-^io had the impwtinence t She knew how to put a man Pl^asweUasanyone. Of toorse there were many w y° y wne imaginative gentler «»«* they only had to ask wa she would consentâ€" concei oJ™«g8t those who free ^^Sf* *e liero of our s !â„¢Pw. He came very often an BilfiL J*^?"' He came V ----^««« WW courteous a ^W» him, u she Bii-j rr^ •â-  "ue was towi 2jjj«*«d tiiemselves properly oiiteS^u?*^?" however, h WjtOxwt Miss Bilfil as h toa^f y*^ l»die« of his JJ^ "nd die would jump d •« §5^551** the mntter o^ I ^^g^ypve agood mate m Cunfordâ€" a ^jptood. of his ' -iBoeh. afllMtioi â-  nuney is, .. Ilbii^Imij va ft nice gurl, •ad an that) ♦-T •-* I shooldn't f» i"**» j*«iecta, an of nuu t shall iit^reaso Formal « The tKeir at M perht cool k»vn, ^Maighft, ftfi â- ::--'m ""