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 S-»l V I V'm [Now FnUST PUBUSHBD.] [All Bights BwxaTxp.] LIKE A ND U NLIKE. By M. B. BBADDON, v^ J Author of "Ladt Audlbt's Sbcrit." « Wyilabd's W«ib»," Bid, Etc CHAPTER I.â€" CONTKASTS. " Hbm Mr. Belfield come in yet " •• No, Sir Adrian." " He rude the new horse, did he not?" "Yea, Sir Adrian." Sir Adrian Belfield moved uneasily in his •hair, then walked to the fireplace, and stood there, looking down at the half burnt out logs upon the hearth, with an air of anxious thought. The footman waited to be questioned further. " What sort ot character do they give the in the stables, Andre cr T atked new horse Sir Adrian, presently. Andrew hesitated before replying, and then answered with a somewhat exaggerated cheerfulness, " Well, Sir Adrian, they say he's a good 'un, like all the horses Mr. Bel- field buys." " Yes, yes, he's a good judge of a horse â€" we know that. Bat he would buy the mad- dest devil that was ever foaled if he fancied the shape and paces of the beast. I didn't like the look of that new chestnut V You see. Sir Adrian, its Mr. Belfield colour. You know. Sir, as how he'll go any distaknce and give any money for a handsome chesQUt when he won't look at another coloured 'oss." •' Yes, yes, that will do, Andrew. Is her ladyship in the drawing-room " "Yes, Sir Adrian," said the footman, who was middle aged and waxing gray, and ought long ago to have developed into a bnt'er, only Belfield Court was so good a place that few servants cared to leave it in the hope of bettering their fortunes else- where. The butler at Belfield was sixty, €he under butler over fifty and the youngest of the flunkies had seen the sun go down upon his thirty- second birthday. That good old gray stone mansion amidst the wooded hills of North Devon was a very paradise for serving men and women a paradise not altogether free from the presence of Satan but the inhabitants were able to bear with one Satanic element where so much was celestial. Sir Adrian went to the window, a deep embayed window with bone muUions, and richly painted glass in the upper lattices, glass emblazoned with the armorial bearings of the Beltields and rich in the heraldic history of aristocratic alliances. Like most Elizabethan windows, there was but a small portion of this one which opened. Adrian unfastened the practicable lattice and put his head out to survey the avenue alon^ which his brother would ride when he came home from the hunt. There was no horse^nan visible in the long vista â€" only the autumnal colouring of elms and oaks ithich alternated along the broad avenue with its green ride at each side of the road, only the infinite variety of fading foliiLge, and the glancing lights of an Oc- tober afternoon. How often had Adrian watched his twin brother schooling an un- manageable horse upon yonder turf, gallop- ing like an infuriated centaur, and seeming almost a part of his horse as if he had been indeed made after the fashion of that fabul- ous monster. " They must have had a good day," thought Adrain. " He ought to have been home before now, unless they killed further off than usual." He looked round at the clock over the fireplace. Half past five Not so late after all. It was only his knowledge that his brother was riding a hot-tempered brute that worried him. " What a morbid fool I am," he said to himself, impatiently. " What an idiot I must be to give way to this feeling of anxiety and foreboding every time he is out of my si(;ht for a few hours. I know he is one of the finest horsemen in Devon- shire, but if he rides a restive horse I am miserable. And yet I c*n sympathise with his delight in conquering an ill-tempered brute, in proving that the nerve and muscle of the smaller animal, backed with brains, can prevail over size and weight and sheer brute power. I love to watch him break a horse, and oan feel almost as keen a delight as if I myself were in the saddle, and my hand were doing the work. And then in another moment, while I am triumphing in his victory, the womanish mood comes over me, and I turn cold with fear for his .sake. I'm afraid my mother is right, and that nature intended me fur a woman." He was pacing slowly up and down the room as he mused upon himself thus, and coming face to face with a Venetian glass which hung between two blocks of book shelves at the end of the library, he paused to contemplate his own image reflected there. The face he saw in the looking glass was handsome enough to satisfy the most exact- ing self-consciousness but the classical re- gularity of the features and the delicacy of the colouring were allied with a refinement which verged upon effeminacy, and suggest- ed a feeble constitntioa and a hypersensitive temperament. It was not the face of one who could have battled against adverse circumstances or cut his way- upward from the lowest rung of the ladder to the top. But its a very good face for Sir Adrian Belfield, bom in the purple, with fortune and distinction laid up for him by a long line of stalwart accestors. Such an one could afford to be delicately fashioned and slender- ly built. In such an one that air of fragility, tending even towards sickliness, was but an added {^race. " So interesting," said all the young ladies in Sir Adrian's neighbourhood, when they descanted on the young baronet's personality. For Belfield's own eye those delicately- chiselled features and that ivory pallor had no charm. He compared the face in the glass with another face which was like it and yet unlike â€" the face of his twin brother in which yonth.healtk and physical power werie the leading characteristics. Sir Adri- an thought of that other face, and turned from his own image with an impatient sigh. " Of all the evils that can Jbefall a man I think a sickly youth must be the worst," he said to himself as he left the room and went acroaa the hM. to his mother's favour- ite apartment, the «malleBt in aanite of three drawing-rooms opening out of each other. Lady Belfield waa sitting in a low chair near the fire, but she started up as her son opened the door. " Has ha ooma horns?" aha Mked tmamlj. "Yalaatiaat No, moUMr," Adrian quietly. " Surely, yon are not anx- ious about him " ' ^. j " But I am anxious. How white and tired you look I am always anxious when he rides a new horse,' Lady Belfield exclaimed, with an agitated air. "It is so cruel of him to buy such wretched creatures, as if it were to torture me. And then he laughs and makes light of my fears. The stud groom told me that this chestnut has an abominable cbarao- ter. He has been the death of one man al- ready. No one but Valentine would have bought him. Parker begged mo to prevent the purchase, if I could. He ought to have known very well that I could not," she add- ed bitterly, walking to and fro in the space before the bay windowâ€" a window corres- ponding to that in the library. " Dearest mother, it is foolish to worry yourself like this every time'Valentine rides an untried horse. You know what a mag- nificent horseman he is." " I know that he is utterly reckless, that he would throw away his life to gratify the I whim of the moment, that he haa not the I slightest consideration for me." " •• Mother, you know he loves you better than anyone else in the world." " Indeed I do not, Adrian. But if he does, his highest degree of loving falls vety far below my idea of affection. Oh, why did he insist upon buying that brute, in 8pit« of every warning " " My dear mother, while you are making yourself a martyr, I daresay Valentine is walking that obnoxious chesnut quietly home after a distant kill, and hen ill be here presently in tremendous spirits after a grand day's sport. " Do you really think so Are you sure you are not uneasy " " Do I look it " asked Adrian, smiling at her. He had had to conceal his own feelings many a time in order to spare her's when some recklessness of the dare-devil younger bom had tortured them both with unspeak- able apprehensions. Ever since he had been old enough to be let out of leading strings, Valentine had been perpetually endangering his limbs and life to the torment of other people. His boats, his horses, his guns, his dogs, had been sources of inexnaustible anxiety to Lady Belfield and her elder son. It suited his temperament to be always in movement and strife of some kind, riding an unbroken horse, sailing his yacht in a istorm, making companions and playthings of fero- cious do^s, climbing perilous mountain peaks, crossing the Channel or the Bay of Biscay just when any reasonable being, master of his own life and time, would have avoided the passage, doing everything in a reckless, hot headed way, which was agony to his mother's tender heart. And, yet, though both mother and broth- er suffered infinitely from Valentine Bel- field's folly, they both went on loving him and forgiving him with an affection that knew no diminution, and which he accepted with a carelesanes that was akin to con- tempt. "You look pale, and fagged, and ill," said Lady Belfield, scrutinising her son with anxious oyes. "I know you' are jnat as frightened as I am, though you hide your uneasiness for my sak6. ' You are always so good tome, Adrian," this with a tone that seemed half apologetic, as if she would have said, "I lavish the greater half 'of my- af- fection on your brother, and yet yen giVe me so much." ' ' Dear mother, what should I be but good to the ^st and kindest of parents " "Oh, but 1 am more indalgent to him than to you. Yon have never ^ied me aa he has done, and yet " " And yet I love him better than I love you. " That was the unspoken ending of her speech. She went to the window, bmshimt away her tears â€" tears of remorseful feeling, tears of sorrowing love, that ahe half knew were wasted upon an unworthy object. " Cheer up; mother," said Adrian, light- ly. " It will never do for Valentine to surprise ua in this tragical mood. He would indulge his wit at oar expense all the even- ing. If you want him to get rid of the chesnut aay not one word about danger. You might remark in a careleaa way uat the animal has an ugly head, and doea not look so well bred aa his uaual atamp of horao â€" that ia a safe thing to aay to any man â€" and if he tells ua a long atory of a battle royal with the beast, be anre yon put on your moat indifferent air, ai if the thing were a matter of course, and nobody'a boai- ness but his own, and before the week ia out he will have aold the horae or awopped him for another, and, as he could hardly find one with a worse character, your feel- ings will gain by the change. He is a dear fellow, but there is a vein of opposition in him." " Yes he loves to oppose me; but after all he is not a bad son, ia he, Adrian " " A bad Bon I Of conrae not, whoeyer aaidhewaa?" " No one only I am afrud I spoke bitr terly about him jnat now. fie ia almya keeping my nerves on the rack by his leck- leesneas in one way or tl|eoti|err Heja so like his poor father â€" so tenibty°ke ?**' ' Her voice grew hashed and gravo. almost to solemnity aa aha apokeof her dti^ hus- band. She had been a widow for nearly twenty years, ever since her fewin^boys, and only childreo, were four yeaca-old. It waa the long minority which had aaade Sir Ad- rain Belfield a rich man. " And yet, mother, he jnust be more like you than my father," said Adrian, " for he and I are alike, and everyone says thaO am like you." " .. " In person, yes he ia more like me, 'I suppose," she answered thoaghtluIly.:.f'bnt it is his chwacter frttich 'it ju iikei^Ua father's the same daring, enorgetic spitit â€" theaamerestfeasaattvi^ -tlieaniieiitroqjg wilL He reminda bm of ppor Ikm^^Jl every day of hia Uie." â-  ' • "" Sir M(»ta|piBetfald had met biff ifftte auddenly, amidst the darkiieaa of aangv-, storm on the ice-bound alopsasiof IUi|i|i' Boaa, while his young wife and two Boys were wuti^ ai)A |otehigg'te4i%setBm tef .^11. ~.-f^-.. «.i_^ â€" '5pbfcah4lW»;lai3 19. WBall tâ€" l --Hrf-J that almn been hnnrnuMn. That fltrt nid- there waa an ew-pra-mtapprrfiennoa rf » aecond blow. She qaalled befwe the iron hand of Inexorable deatiny, which aeemed to the roiaring and .education of h« awia and her mind had fed npon itjelf in thoae long, quiet yeara, unbroken by atimng evimta of any kind. She had read and thought much in those years ahe had culti- vated her ttfte for music and art, and was now a highly accomplished woman but her studies and aocompliahmenta had always occupied the aecond place in her hfe and in her mind. Her sons were pwraimonnt. When they were with her ahe thought of nothujg but them. It waa only "» ^eir absence that she consoled herself with the books or the music that she loved so welL Her elder aon, Adrian, roaembled her cloaely in peraon and diapoaition- His tastes were her tastes, and it: was hardly possible for sympathy and companionahip between mother and aon to be cloaor than theirs had been. Y'et, dearly as she loved the son who had never in hia life crossed or offended her, there lurked in the secret depths ot her heart a stronger and mwro in- tense affection for that other aon, whoae wayward spirit had been ever a source of trouble or terror. The perpetual flutter of anxiety, the alternations of hope and fear, joy and sorrow, in which his restless soul had kept her, had made the rebel only so much the dearer. She loved him better for every anxious hour, for every moment of rapture in his escape from some iieedless peril, some hazardous folly. Valentine was the perpetually straying sheep, over whose recovery there was endless rejoicing. It was in vain that his mother told herself that she had reason to be aDgrv,_ and tried to harden her heart against the sinner. He had but to hold out hia arms to her, laugh- ing at her foolish love, and she was ready to sob out her joy upon his breast. She went back to the chair by the fire, and sat there pale and still, picturing to her self all the horrors that can be bsought about by an ungovernable horse. Adrain took up a newspaper and tried to read, listening all the time for the sound of hoofa in the avenue. At last that sound was heard, faint in the distance, the rhyt hmical ainnd of a trotting horse. The mother started up and ran to the window, while Adrian went out to the broad, gravelled space in front of the porch to meet the prodigal, fie came^ up to the house quietly enough, dropped lightly from his horse, and greeted his brother with that all-cooquering smile which made up. for so many offences in the popular mind. "Look at that brute, Adrian," he said, pointing his hunting crop at the horse, which stood meekly, with head depressed and eye dull, reeking from crest to flank, and with blood stains about his month. "I don't think he'll give me quite so mach trouble another time, but I can assure yon he was a handful, even for me. I never crossed such an inveterate puller, or such a pig-head- ed beast; but I~beUeve he and I understand each other pretty well now. Yah, you brute," with a savage tug at the bridle. "You might let him off without any more punishment to-night, I think, Val," said Adrian quietly "he looks pretty well done." " He IS pretty well done I can assure you I havea't spared him " ' "And you've bitted him severely enough for the most incoi^igible Tartar." " A bit of my own invention, my dear boy, a high port and a gag. I don't think he has had too easy a time of it." " I cannot understand your pleasure in riding an ill conditioned brute in order to school him into good maimers by sheer cruelty," said Adrian, with undisguised dis- approval. " I like to be on friendly terms with my horee." " My dear Adrian, your doctors and nurses have conspired to mollyrcoddle you," answered Valentine, contemptuously. " They have made you think like a girl, and they have made yon ride like a girl. My chief delight in a horae ia to sret the better of the original, ain tnat's in him. You may give him a warm drink, Stokes. He has earned it,' he added, flinging the bridle to the groom, who had come from the stablea at the aound of Mr. Belfield'a return. " Had yon a good run " aaked Adrian, aa they went into the house. " Capital and that beggar went in firat- rate style when once he and I got to under- stand each other. We killed on Hagley Heath after half-an-hour over the grass." " Come and tell mother all abont it, VaL" " Haa ahe been worrying heraelf about tiie oheauiat? She waa almoat in teara thia morning whan ahe foand I waa going to ride ham." " She was getting a little oneaay juat be- fore you came home," anawered Adrian lightly. That acemful glance of hia brother'a eye wounded him to the quick.' It implied a oontemptnona acceptance of a too loving aoUcitnde. It ahowed the temper of a spoil- ed child who takes all a mother'a care aa a matter of course, and haa not one touch of gratitude or genuine responsive affection. The two brothers went to the drawing- room side by aide. Like and unlik«k Yea, that waa ttiodeacription- which beatlii£loia.t- ed the close re aetbUance and the -marked difference betjreen then];. Ia the f wm of the head and face, tn t^e^oatliam of tile fea- tarea^ t hay^ t nevMadJka^^^Mimt, as obieely MT ever twfal brothera have done nce na- ture prodoced thes(|; ^hiunan donbleta but bi ooloiocing i^ iilti^kpression the brothers were cnrionsly anlike. dji*. utdar pne had the pallid tip^ of fll-^ieiatb^ aiF«liBMiat wax- en brow, hair of a pale aabnm, featurea re- fihed to aMennation, eyM Q{.a.d(kf^ violet, «yefarowa delielfctefy peaieMJBd,"1i)^^a long and dro^dng Dl^ -thoaettof a sirl^ lipa of faintest carmine, it wu /Ctnly hia iiUellec- tual power and ijiniffi::iTinifi1hiiiii"iffiriitiiia which Mdeamed Adtfti^'ali^'frbiii efifemin^ acy; hat-mind waa atronger than matter, and here the brayOk caloi; ^yTjfr^ -dffmtiiniiffy the weakly frun%. ' •*-â-  Valentine Waa altogetJier differently con- atitnted. ffia faead;" though ahapM like AAriaa'i^ wa ^li^r, broader at the baae, and lower at die «eniplni â-  1â€" il'fc »iriitSh the aenanal emaaa .ptedoiniaitid.^ Hia com- plexion wa* 91% fivtttiam, buowatd l^ ek- jfflaijge taall kii x aai of w a ai thrt Maeyeaw^i^ of deepaat brown, aplendid eyw^oaeaEderet a voreiy f hydnl ataadpoint, lasgo aDaibrilllant^ with a wondrona had jut nioh m head of hair, briading fai abort criap oorvea about the low f orebeftd. That likeneaa and yet nnlikeneaa between tiie twina waa a paycbolcwical wonder to oon«mpl»tlTe obaeinre»Mi|,^^|^^^ -Lidy Belfield came to meet her aopa aa they entered the roonou It yraa only by the most atrennona effort at, adf-control that ahe snppreaaed all aigna of emotion and laW her hand calmly on the aportaman'e ahonl- der, locking at bun with a prond, happy imile. ,^ J J " Well, Valentine, had you a good day on the chestnut " ahe atked lighUy. "SplendiA. That horse will make a rip- ping good htmter, in spite of you and Par- ker. Did you aee him from the window aa I brought him homo. " " Yea, I was watching yon. I don t think he in quite up to your usual atandard, VaL Haan't he rather an ugly head " "Thalia just like a woman," exclaimed Valentine, with a diagnated air. " Her eye is always keen on prettinesa, aa if it were the Alpha and Omega. He haan't a racer's head, u that's what yoi, mean. He haa a good aerviceable head, tha twill bear a good deal of pulliiig aboutâ€" rather a plain head, if yoa will have it. Bat a horae doean't jump with hia head, or gallop on his head, does he?" „ .^ "My dear Val, if yon are satisned with himâ€"" "Satisfied," cried Valentine, looking as black as thunder, " I tell you I am delight- ed with him. He is out and away the best hunter in the stables^beats that ginger- bread skewbald mare yon gave me on my last birthday hollow." " And yet I have heard people aay the skewbald ia the prettiest horse in the coun- try." "There you go againâ€" prettinesa, all prettiness. The skewbald was never well up to my weightâ€" oh, she carries me fairly enough, I know thatâ€" but she's over- weight- ed. Yon should have given her to Adrian," with a sneer. "Adrian can afford to buy his horses," anawered his mother, with an affectionate look at the elder born. " The only birth- day gift he will take from me ia a buncb of early violets." " All your life is full of gifts to me, moth- said Adrian. " Whenever you're tired a villa on 1j^6 Ml that sudden di ' parting, bad lab Maad BOtUta^K marbid tiaga to a thiAhad eapadty for «ak' aeB^ #^^18 of ert of Cinderella I'll take her off your hands, VaL" " The deuce you will," cried Valentine " You'll find her a trifle too much for you. It's like the old sayingjabout the goose, deur boy. She's too much for you and not enough tor me. She wants work, Adrain, not gentle exercise. She waa never meant for a lady's palfrey. Adrian sighed as he turned away from his brother, and seated himself at Lady Bel- field's tea-table, which had been- furnished with due regard to a hungry htm ting man, too impatient to wait for the eight o'clock dinner. That taunt of Valentine's stung him as such taunts, and they were frequent, always did sting. He keenly felt his short comings as a horseman and as an athlete. In all those manly accomplishments in which his brother'excelled, fragile health had made Adrian a failure. The doctors had warned him that to ride hard would be to endanger his life. He might amble along the coimtry lanes, nay, even enjoy a slow canter over -down or common might see a little hunt- ing sometimes in an elderly gentleman's fashion, waiting abont on the crest of a hill to watch the hounds working in the hollow below, or jogging up and down beside the cover. while they were drawingâ€" but those gallant flights across country which so in- toxicate the souls of men were not for him. ' You have a heart that will work for you very fairly to a good old age, Sir Adrian, if you will but use it kindly," said the physician, after careful consultation, "but you must take no liberties with it. There are plenty of Ways in which a man may enjoy the country without tearing across it at a mad gallop. Thwe is fly-fish- ing, for instance. I am sore with that noble trout stream in your own park yon must be fond of fly-fishing." " I cannot imagine anything tamer than fly-fishing in ..one's own park," replied Adrian, with a touch of impatience. ' Sal- mon fishing in Scotland or in Norway- â€" " " Too fatiguing â€" too strenuous a form of plea tare for a man of your delicate constitu- tion. A little trout fishing in mild spring weather " " Merci, I must live without sport. Dr. Jason. After all I have my library, and I have the good fortune to be fond of books, which my brother detests." " I should have guessed as much," said Jaaon, blandly, " Mr. Belfield haa not the outlook of a reading man. He(,has that hard penetrating gazs which denotes the sports- man â€" atrtdirht, keen, business-like, rapid, yet steady. I think I aever aaw a mier man â€" and ao like you. Sir Adrian." " la it not something of a mockery to tell me that after yon have aounded thia poor narrow chest of mine?" "Oh, there are conatitntional divergencies. Nature haa been kinder to yonr brother in the matter of thew and ainew, but the like- neaa between yon ia really remarkable, all the more remarkable mrhapa on account of that conatitntional di£forence. And I have no doubt there ia a very close affection between youâ€" that sjrmpathetic bond which ao often unites twin children." " Y'^es, I am very fond of him," anawered Adrian dreamily. " Fond of bun, do I aay â€" it ia more than mere fondnesa. I am a part of himaelf, feel with him in almoat all thinga, am angry with him, aorry with him, flad with him and yet there is antagonism, 'here is the misery of it. There are times whoi I could qaarrel with him more desper- ately than with any other man upon earth «nd yet I dedare to yon, doctor, he ia aa it were my aecond aelf." " 1 can readily believe it. Sir Adrian. Who ia there with whom we are ao often in- clined to qaarrel aa i^h onraelvea. I know there ia a d bad fellow in me whom I ahonid often like to kick." D. Jaaon wound up with a boiaterona laugh, and felt that he iiad earned the twenty pound note which Sb Adrian alipped modeatly into hia comfortable palm. Jovial- ity waa the^ood j^yaidaa'a partionlar line, and a caaemoat be bad indeed in which he would not venture to be joviaL Were theT« bnt three weeka of Iff e tn a patient he would take leave trfhim with a joooaity which Waa cheering enough to hel^ tiie patient on a fourth we^ And thia caqe of Sir Adiiaa's offered ao rteaon for dtdefulaeaa. A fragile KiM^^meatk, aad^^tla #•«• Wmodia Bwealaa ai^t bay* t "ft ^:ip4y and a aeniitiye temperament, alUe "^-i .that might be prolonged totiuee score and 4ea, or mi|dit expire ia a aeiMnt. ia the f»7. »«i#g of youth, Ukatt* aaaeofa mother," «^ed " I am abaolatelv fa-.ij..- »„ I â- â- â-  'yiMwttse mUVtPmA a. .„ ^4 a Bweeplnsrglaa thimatrolled wross ii-^.?»td«r' violently. " Tho«j fen„l« »« the cognac, hesaid, S^'^^?!' fl5«»**«»»* (ri^ liTHII chair. "I dares»y u home after seven houi JMdi want something strono-, â„¢* Muu^ "My dear ValS'""*^ very bad habit to pou^-\**»«teit k k "^witMf ber determii f1«i«^*°-*SSemed very far ofl ^^^JrStabewas«.aw* *^ther beoanse Bobm •« Jfor her wwy limbs, '•lifft a greater dutv to cha *»f tl^ W waa rather sur] :. the rear, "»- ......rinn " Spare me mother. It is the a much wor«« iS? "« me every time ltakea""'2«' ' It will ebd by my golwrtSf l*?^ "' ing room afte^ hS»^ -^^ i stiff glass of grog with my wL"*?,*!' and with nobody to preachteL*^ *«1 "You know I lovTte V ^**" â€" â€" themotS.£yfe^ the son's ronaC.i'"*.^' » » **iThiir converaation. .•«*?l!lri^'waa telling chalic mon aa a seci was wi Val, hand said upon nana upon toe son's ronehen^ i- "««»t«ir toys •»- looking at him with Sw.r"5'^«^tD M»y ••So-beit,andinthaiStjS" any tea-total sermon, Ci^^ pathic dose of cognac," CU'd (TO BK CCSTINCKD.) She Knew Which was the SentUmai. Disconsolate Loverâ€" "Don't v â-  Maggie, that I am a gentleman, l^, Md one of the leading phyridan, How you can leave me for that man I understand." ' Adonis Chorus Girl-" The only evid J 1 have that you are a gentleman is five ST' of cigarettes and two treats to coffeTi cakes. The man you despise U certi a gentleman. K you don't think ao 1 this lovely box of silk stockuigs." Prize Competition Essay on Newlemi Day. I always know New Year's day, becuul papa gives a dinner party to some men wi J short petticoats. They are Scotchiiiai,l They shove a lot of brown gunpowder ml their noses. Fa says it's snufan' I hiojl it is somefingâ€" you bet. All they ayiil " Pass the whuskey." They make a^l noise sometimes and sing " Collated Herl ring" and " Ye Bankside Brays." Nobodjl knows what they mean. Then they ask fxl more whuskey. Then they fiiiih up witi "For Aldgate Sign, Peek Freen " Ttal they have all to be carried out by tliil servants. Then the remainder are m under the dining-room table till .to-motnt.l Then (^, the governess sayslharetcomtnl "thena." ' â- Â» 'if^i^ia^bXautifal cl '•ffi-^-'byMra. Egce '•^^^mtnunicatiag.aaa *• •^JmU. that mother was w, '*?1.L and hoped to have the i«*5v?the dediofttim anmvei •H^v^ waa abox being filled 1 t*?* ^rcSlstmaa tree They ^•'^t something nice for each J to got fj^ old women and •^^M^s .Sjriee. this youth. *JId«a«»rtof shopmar, fe i«^- „ of all the event« of a I »^;uh--Slaboutthechoralfc '^^^aI and the choir, aai th j,,e guilds.*^ 4 deal of it '"'^.'^IlnLre toMayi but she hi '"reit lis entirely unlU ^Md 01 "'gjjjgefield ways, at of ihernesa " whom her fathe Bado-tU TJ^A „^man." gti oaUed that madman, soul for parish wot Possibly. " He â€" Handsome woman, that Mtjotj Bold's wife; but why will she wearticlil loud gowns " ' She â€" " Oat of consideration to the major, I fancy he is so shockingly deaf, don't ;oi| know." Politeness in the Bookies- Eastern Lady (travelling in Montuii) â€""The ilea of calling this the 'Wild West.' Why I never saw such perfect po- liteness anywhere." Native â€" "We're allers perlite toladia, marm." " Oh, as for that, there is plenty of po- liteness everywhere but I am referring to the men. Why, in New York themei behave horridly to one another bnt ben they all treat each other as delicately u gentlemen in a drawing-room." " Yes, marm it's safer." f ^LTlSatfl the oarnestness tha J^Sfwid the exertions made i H ^fZiM whom she bad alwa "^*^hff^r«Ltoowea off 1 Sn^^u^S^iou. Andh •^ askeS jquestiona eagerl to their anawera, aa if ,rte news was water to the ' were two happy to iTmuBt be confessed, hi innera enough, to feel it nde in their conversation th that plodded along at a distai hjrffly attending to the de cb»tter,:yet deriving new noti( fiSner life of, Ursula matters which she had it Beneath her attention, e^ce e thankful that they had BO preaenti^le. That it wai ly reUgiouB, and perhaps a mt one than her own, she had ible, where everything mmt b And yet when her attention I from an account of Mr. Datt ith a refractory choir boy be: the races, she found a discu; nt some past lectures upoi and Nattie vehemently r attending two courscB proi iming winter upon electrioit n art, and mournfully oi never go to anything sensible at first thought, " Impertin and felt affronwd, bus th« rself that it was all too true there was hardly anything 68 contrast with Nuttie's pres' knew already that tho chu was very different, and wi: daughter within earshot, he his commiseration, nor N Workin Him Nicely- Wife (at breakfast)-" Yon came in very I late last night, John." " Husband .(who plays poker)-" Tea, 1 1 was â€" er â€" erâ€" at the cflBce." Wife (anxiously)â€" " Really, John, U 1 afraid to have you work ao hard. You m overtaxing your strength. Can you let me have twenty dollars this morning "^^ Husband- "Certainly, mydear." Georj:e's Good Luck. fienry Georgeâ€"" I had another wondor- ful dream last night." Mrs. Henry Georgeâ€"" Do tell " I dr^med that all the sea turned in» molaaaea and the land turned into oneTW buckwheat cake." _. " Isn't that splendid 1 ^Nowyoavegot material for another book." A Leap Tear Suggestion- Willie A and-Maggie B h*^ busy courting for several yews. ""«?'^4„'!; gularly about Wednesday mgh* w f T itreet. About a fortnight ago WilUe, o parting with his beloved, made the unw remark ^t w«d- " I'll meet yon in Hope street next " nesday night: Mind and be punctwt " Deed ay. Willie, lad." replied M^ who occasionally talks broad Scotch, vm merry twinkle in her eye, " ^o.^^% lang time noo in Hope street, and i wwi thinkin' that it was nigh t.«.e we ««» shifting our trysting place further v-i What wad ye say to Union street • Willie ha^ taken, the hint and invitation. are oat What He Znew About Lot's Wife- A Uttle five-year-old who haj^°„, Sand*y school for the first time cameft puffed up with importance over w" had learned. .^00* " Mamma," said he " do you know a* Lot'awife?" xiimowbii "Alittie,"8hesaid; "but tell mewn. '^^•" --his story vf dramatic there was a general start, i five came together at the ally black apparition, wit Ihead on high, bearing do hedm upon them. Nobody pt Nattie, but everybody ^hthe next moment it was [were only chimney -sweepen «tribution for our desire to ai jAnnaple when the sable forn 1 of the bridge. " Poor Ms lly tired I Shouldn't you lii cart?" Or I could put you up on Bol iHirk. â- Thank you, I don't think I 1 111 it much farther?" â- Only op the hill and across lAnnaple, still cheerily." â- Take my arm, old woman," jtben there was a pause, befo in an odd voice, "Yrf)u m8 Annaple 1 Mark I is it joyoosly, but under her b ' glance to aee how near V» were. lies," said Annaple betw^ â- Unghing. "Poor Janet, 1 lave taken a frighfnlly meat "1 but I am sure I never dr« and the queer thing is put it into his head 1" |«o, no," aaid Mark aw UuLt " you told me you 01 tt ahe began to trample (^j^^ou I had only and I said very much thi .J«»ao angry, yon aee." h *«» t bat admire your m 'J^^ingly rejoiced al to have embraced t ,1"?* been for the specta 7**t it was opporition yoi ' Wonder how long you '^not finding it out, if « •^ *or«t of it is," said Ai 4 it is a very bad thin a bit of it," retorted » thing that could have e'^ior made me care »-Jj f "^^ "low I Mu( world in to know before yot you So the little fellow told dranw" earnestly, becoming positively -j when he reached the cluna^ wd ^j,, " And the angel of the Lord said rax wife, 'Skate for your life '^^u i,d look back,' but she did look bacit tamed aaomeraault." One Exception ta the Enle. ^^ ^^ " I should think," said Dooflicker.^j^^ Jay Gould had enough money reat." „, ...rhe moi« "Never," replied Blank. ^id G«^* a man baa the more he wants, »» ia no ezcmti«D to the ri"*- r. " " Well. I for one do not thuiK »^ Why not f ., ..jmv««l^* "wnynosr u i.«l mT " Beotnae. If Jay GenU "*rn{ Arajwaf^r ^jImt t* |fy« mm Iqr tMs loBgae-b* woolda't want any â- Â«Â«Â«â€¢ evt, ani I U ;^»Ci tittm ij^^" â- IV;-