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 â- 'i_'iJ^;*5-^-*j-rN'T;r/'""-;"-A [Now FiBST PUBUSHXD.1 [AU. RI3HTS RCSXBTXD.] IJKE AND UN LIKE. i^' /^ cK By Mf E. JPRADDOIC rV^'sT^, Amatik o» " Ladt Acdibt'b SiMdUR, Wyujod's. Wkibd, ETa.EKk CHAPTER XjLVIILâ€" No Ai,TKWfATiv»; Mrs. Baddeley stayed with her father ill after the trial, and did all in her power to â- nppoit his spirits through that terrible time between the discovery of the body and the conTictfonr of the' crfminaL l^'rd St. Anstell went back to London immediately after Valentine's confession. He felt that there was no more for him to do. His mur- dered love was avenged. His identity with the dead woman's lover was nevf r revealed hadrefuwsd to mipply her any loi^tprwith hose and man, and held her carnage in pawn while he sued her for his account. Sbe Kpeuther days yawning over the works of Mndie. and playing with Tory, just as she haddonein Dennahire: apd sho.Jwok fa«r roDsituttonal on the Bayswater side of Kensington Gardens early every mornings before (the smart people were out. She would not drive anywhere, since there was d^radation in the thought ot a hir^d vehicle, while her pretty victoria, with its neat ap by any of the witnesses â€"nor had Valentine pointmaits was looked in a mouldy coach ntBTitinneiT hifi name. Vet St. Annt:(11 Irnnnr ^^~ ___. aniKuv^n mentioned his came. Vet St. Anatell knew that there were very few people in England who wonld not come to know that he was the man who had ront;ht about this evil. So far as it was in his nature to feel sorry for any sin of his life, be was sorry for the sin that had brought Helen Belfisid to an untimely grave. Vet. even while remorse was still new and keer he was capable of argnins with himself that the husband was by far the greater sinner first for negject- ing his wife, and then for killlDg her. CHAPTER XL^X.â€" A Last Appeal. Colonel Deverill started for Marseilles directly after thetrial, escorting Leo and the poodle as far as London, on his way. From Marseilles he meant to crdss to Ajaccia, and spend the next twoor three monthsin Corsica. It was an out of the way Island, where he might get a little sport, and where he was not likely to meet many of his English ac- house under a tyrant's embargo. Mr. Beecbins; called upon her, but she said not a word about the victoria. He had been somewhat sullenly dieposed since his bargain with Mrs. Ponsonby and qnarrel with Ss. Austell. He said that he had found out the hollowness of friendship. Leo felt that there would be no good in mentioning the viotoria. so she wrapped herself up in the dignity of her grief, knowing that she looked very band- s me in the black gown for which Jay had net yet been paid, and which fitted her bet- ter than anything of the famom Ponionby's. The days were drawing nigli in ^hich she might hourly expect her husband s arrival, and she was, beginning to think about the little dinners she would give him and how best she might soothe him, and reconcile him to Tory's existence and to tho burden of her debts. " We sballnot entertain this season," she told Beeching, "but you must come and dine quaintancea. ^«" quietly whenever you c»n. Frank is so Leonora Baddeley was deeply shocked by fond of you." e events of the last three months, and even "And of a hand at ecarU, at which he al- the the knowledge that the kind fellow from India was on his homeward way did not suf- fice to restore her spirits. Everything in her life was at sixes and sevens her creditors impatient Beeching inclined to be objec- tionable and the poodle's domestic comfort hardly compatible with a husband in resid- ence, inasmuch as he always required the most luxurious easy chair in any room he occupied, and could not sleep anywhere ex- cept on the fnr rug by his mistress's bed, wHere he made the quiet night musical with his snores. There was not room for a divid- eddutyon that small flatin Wlkie Mansions; and Leonora feared that when her kind, good fellow was restored to her one of his first acts of authority might be to turn her poodle out of doors. And then, little by little, her terrible in- volvements would be revealed to him and the butcher and the baker, and the man who had supplied her with lamps and oil to feed them, would demand their due. How was was she to face those gruesome revelations, how answer to her husband for having spent four times as much as her position justified She could almost have wished that the kind fellow's regiment had been forgotten by the authorities at the war office, and left in India for the next ten years. " They would have liked it," she told her- self, and it would h\ve been such a relief to me. She parted with her father at Paddington, he having refused to spend a night in Lon- don. He was going by the night mail to Paris, and to Marseilles by the next morn- ing's express. "I hate London, and England, and every place that can remind me of my poor girl," he said. He kissed his daughter in a sad farewell, and Tory stood up on his hind legs and licked the Colonel's face, deeply sympathetic, and perfectly aware thet there was trouble in the family. " He's such a clever darling," said Leo, " I'm sure he knows disagreeable letters â€" bills and lawyers horrid threats ii blue en- velopes â€" for he always brings them to me with the air of being sorry for me. When shall I see you again, father " " I don't know. I feel utterly beaten. My life has been a failure in most ways, Leo but this last blow tias crushed me. I don't feel as if I should ever take any interest in life again. I used to regret the passage of time hated the idea of being an old man but Txw I wish I were twenty years older, with my memory gone, and my senses dim, tottering upon the edge of the grave." " It has all been very sad for us, but it was not half so dreadful for her," argued Leo, philosophically. " Think how little she suffered. A few moments of startled surprise â€" one swift, strong blow that ended life in a sudden flash, and she was gone. She died in the zsnith of her beauty, adored ways beats me," answered Beeching, bluntly " Ves. I shall like to come; Frank and 1 get on capitally.' I: was the day aftsr this little talk with Mr. Beeching, that Leo's maid brought her a foreign telegram. The page had been sent booae to his mother, as an expensive detail that must needs be suppressed in adversity. The telegram was from Aden, signed by a nance imknown to L Minora Baddeley. "Sarry to inform yon Major Baddeley died yesterday evening on board the Metis, of cerebral apoplexy. Will be buried here unless you telegrapb other instmcMons. " Philpott, Regimental Surgeon." The shock was severe, and there were pangs of remorse mingled with the widow's grief. She remembered how recklessly she had pursued her self-indulgent course, car- ing only for the pleasure of the hour, proud of her beauty,- heedless of her husband's welfare content to lull her conscience with the belief that to be soldiering under an In- dian sky was the best possible t ling for him. She remembered with how little gladness she had anticipated his return, how willing she would have been ti leave him in India till his head was gray and his limbs were feeble. And now a sterner Captain than any of the officials at the War Office had ordered him to a further shore than the ut- termost border of Afghanistan, or the dis- puted limits of Bnrmah. She had sighed over the loss of her inde- pendence â€" had feared to stand before the only man who had a right to interrogate her and now he was snatched away and she was free â€" ^free to make the best of her unfettered life, free in the pride of her beauty, before time had put his withering finger on a single charm. With that telegram still in her hand she looked at herself in the glass, and told her- self that her armoury was in good order. She had lost no weapon by which such wo- men as she have power over men. "If he only cared for me," she said to herself, and then she stamped her foot passionately, and crushed the telegram in ner hand. She had no one to help her. Colonel Dsverill was in Corsica and she had no other near relation. Sbould she have her poor felbw brought home, to be carried into Gloucestershire, and laid in the burial place of the Biddeleys. No, the Baddeleys had never done anything for him since his father's death. He had brothers, some rich, some poor. The poor brothers had sponged upon him when he was in England, the rich brothers had held themselves aloof. " To bring him home would be dreadfully expensive," mused Leonora, " and 1 am al- most penniless. No, he must be buried at Aden, poor dear. There is no help for it." Sue telegraphed to the regimental doctor, and to the colonel, whom she knew, giving them full authority to act. And then she tomary tribntei, when the maid bronght her a telegram. "Major Baddeley wae buried at Mven o'dook yesterday morning, in the English GemMBiyr' MUiHkty luMiOlil M. " How nioB,"' aigbed Leo i " he ooold not hove had 2Aei» in Glonoeetenbire. Buried already My poor, good-natured lamb. How dreadfnUy^iek." She was etiUttadying tiie tdegramâ€" those few words mesming so much â€" when the electric bell sonnded again, and the maid annonnoed Mr. Beeching. '*|Bee yoa hve had pleiity of letters already,*' he eaid, glaneiav at me aoattered correspondence on her table. ' I wouldn't write. ' I Iboiighii it better to come." " Son are very good," she faltsred, gi^og him her hand meekly, with lowered eyelids, remembering that he was the one man among all her intimates who oonld help her out of her difficoltieB if he chose. **I am not a fanmbng, MrK Biddeley. I'm not going to pretend that I'm sorry for your husband's death. Aa a man, I liked the Major very well. He was mv very good friend, and I was his, I hope. Bat he was your husband, and he came between me and the woman I love. Come, Leo, there's no need to beat about the bush. Von have held me at arm's length for years, because yon were a wife. And though I've felt that I was being fooled â€" for you've blown hot and cold, don't you know, led me on and held me off â€" yet, dooce take it, I've res- pected you for keeping me at a distance." " I always knew you were generous-mind- ed," said Leo, with a stifled sob, beginning to feel that her debts would be paid. "Von did your uty to your absent hn^' band, and I honour you for it," purraed Beeching, admiring tho beautiful head with its dark shining hair, the heavy eyelids, and long lashes, the perfect figure set off by the close-fitting black gown " but yon are a widow now, and you are free to reward my devotion. When will yon m^e me happy, Leo T How soon may I call you my wife " " My dear Beeching, my poor fellow was only buried yesterday." " Ves, I know, I am not going to ask yon to marry me to-morrow. There is the world to be thought of, I suppose, though I don't care a hang about it. Will you marry me this day six months V ' Don't ask me anything, to-day. I am so utterly wretched. I cannot get that poor fellow's image out of my mind. Come to see me again in a week. I shall be calmer then." Mr. Beeching would fain have per- sisted, but Mrs. Baddeley was firm, and he went. She rose from her sofa when he was gone, and began to pace tho room strangely agitated. " To have lots of money, a house in Park Lane or Grosvenor Place, to give the best parties in London, to have all these people who have just toleratsd me, at my feet They all worship money I Ves, that wonld be something. But then there is Beeching included in the bargain 1 To pass my whole life with Beeching â€" to see him every day not to be able to send him away â€" to have him for my travelling companion wherever I went. Always Beeching; no escape, no variety. That would be terrible. Would Grosvenor Place, and a fonr-inhand and a yacht and stalls for every first night, and everything in the world that I care for, counterbalance that one drawback Beeching ' She walked np and down in silence for a quarter of an hour, thinking intensely. â-  â- *! don't think I care much for money, or I should snatch at Beeching," she told herself, and then in a sudden burst of pas- sion she clasped her hands and cried, "Oh, to spend my life with the man I love, the only man I ever loved 1 That wonld be Para- dise. There may be a chance even yet. He was so fond of her and I am like her: and he cared for me first. If it is ever so faint a chanc?, I will not throw it away." She sat down at her desk andwrote a tele- gram to Lord St. Austell, Park Lane. ^•Let me ee you here for half an hour on particular business. I shall wait till you come." It was latein the afternoon when St. Austell wasnnoiinced. The day was cold And then after a few trivialities. Lor St. Anstell wishes her good day. There was no help for it It was her des- tiny to be burdened with Beeching. ,^. and dull, and in that giay light he looked ill and worn, aged by nearly a decade since last season. He was in mourning, and his closely buttoned frock coat had a severe middle aged air. •' Vou summoned me, and I have come," he said, coldly touching Leo's offered hand. • I can't conceive whv von shonM wni: *« by her lover. It was ever so much better a I wrote and sent off an advertisement for the fate than to have gone away with St Austell "Times." "Suddenly, at Adenâ€" 3., j., and for him to have grown tired of her in ' deeply regretted," in a thoroughly business six months, as he most assuredly would, " Don't talk about it," said the Colone 1 sternly. " There is no consolation anyway. She perished in her youth and beauty with her mind intent upon sin. She had not a moment for repentance. God be merciful to the poor light soul, and let half the burd- en of her sin rest on me, because I brought her up so carelessly, and never took pains to guide her steps into the right way." "It is all too sad," sighed Leo; "she might have done so well if she had only kept her head." Mrs. Baddeley had her burden to bear in the way of sympathetic speeches and condol- ing letters from all her particular friends, who had read and doubtless gloated over the account of the trial. They had pored over the UDfinished letter; they knew all poor Helen's weakness, and her intended sin they who had envied her for her beauty and the effect she had made in society, and who perhaps were secretly rejoiced at her evil fate. Leo had to endure condolence from all comers, and to say the same set phrases over and over a^ain. " Ves, it was all too dreadful. I believe that wretched man was half-n addened. There was always a strain of madness about him " uid so on, and so forth, till she seemed repeat the same sentences mechanically. " Isjppose twins often are a little queer in their heads," replied one not over wise lady. The season was in foil progress by this time, and fashionable drawing-rooms were bright with tulips and nardssi, but Mis. Baddel^ went nowhere. She wan deepest black, which looked wonderfslly weU agiSnst a background of vOkiw tal4s; inl she stayed at home; wtttmg' tor tiiii'g^Safellow from India. Bhe had put domtar jitoriat or it may iMiher be ssid ^b^ illiad ben pat down for her, sboe the Uvoy-staUe keeper ":.' *:--4^^rfi like manner; and then she sat down and cried. She wept for him honestly, after her fashion, telling herself how good he had al- ways been to her, how easy, how indulgent trying to persuade herself that she had been desperately in love with him at the time of her marriaire, which she had never been at any time telling herself that she would feel his loss immensely. She tried to awaken within herself all those sentiments wtioh a loving wife ought to feielâ€" and then her thoughts wandered off to the all engrossing question of ways and means. Those harpy tradesmen would be more than ever fero- cious now ttiat she was a lonely widow. They would sharpen their claws to assail her. They would listen to no more excnses, wait no longer for remittances from India. They wonld sweep off her pretty fundture, her bamboo and beads, her Japanese jars, fans, and feathers, and embroidered satin portieres; all that bright hued plumage which had made her nest so gay and preasant to the eye of admiring man " They would take yon, my dewMt trea- sure, if they could," she cried, hysterically, flinging herself npon the hearth rug and snat3hing the alarmed Tory to her breast. " But they shall never have yonâ€" no, aot if yon ore worth eighty soineas uid I am a pauperâ€" never while I Te Hfe." The annoanoement of her hiniband's deatil had tii« effect she feared, and i the lawyen' letters in a day or two were more penmp- tory than before. Ther? were also a showw of othei letters, froai^oaiioliog^Meiida^lj^ â-¼ery people who had been continnally ask ing, "And vhen is Major BadddMr "And wAo is Mrs. Badddegr's has1»^f •ndwhe nowwrMe as tf tbtor liad kiiMm Md lo^ hisii and gra(4Bfi^ unsissH him to a better world with, qiwtiitiambin Soriptoie. â-  â- ^- ••â- '^•' -^^S*. conceive why you should want to see me, and I think you ought to know how it distresses me to see you.' " I am sorry for that. I have had start- Img news, and I could not rest till I told yon. St. Austell, I am a free woman. My poor husband is dead. It is no longer a sin for me to talk of the past. Why cannot we both forget the misery of last year? You were omel to meâ€" more cruel to that poor girt you tempted. But you may forget " Never. I have been nntme to other women. I shall be faithful to her untU mv dyug day." ' -.•iiY°n *^^ *•* ^°^' perhaps. You wiU tell a different story next yew." " I will wait for next year, and the hero- me of the new story." " And yet yon once protended to care for "f.'T.""** ^*° trembling witii indignation. It was no pretence. I did care for yon â€"very much at that time Only you cared so very well for yonrself, yon seel You cared so much more for yonrself and for your own reputation than yon cand for me. Orpheus trod the burning paths of heU in quest of his love. Yon would not have put your finger in the fire for my sake and so. flnding what you were, a woman of the world, worldly to the core, IfeU ont of love with you, somehow, just as easily as I had fallen in love. And then yonr sister came 3?? J^ â- !!"*• ???«*• '^f' *^»««, and with a heartâ€" whidi yon had not." Jet It be," said teo, haughtily. •• We be^ende, 1 sappose to the end of was only iMa whose adoente had ever hannted her. She woild Ittve flanii hendi on her knees at Us. Cut. and ^£m1 Mv. wasted Haiiid wttoT bSSttSwSat S? M Mir te^te JeMl h, Ulfcfe oSS? can the MtiM •iMt 1^, poor jUogaV dMth r we tc" told him M aia^ hM Bads fcaown •« h*. EPILOGUE.: Two years had gone by stnoe that gi»y March day in which Lajjly Belfield saw kcqr son led ont of the dockM a MaTieted felo*) and she WM ttbtiag ininr acrasfcomed place by the hearth in that innermost drawing room which was the favourite â€" the room that held her own particular piano, and all her chosen books. She was sitting in the spring twilight,' sad Afid ulent, iut not alone in her sadness. A girlish figure sat on the fender stool at her reet, and a month old baby was lying in that girlish lap. There were two Lady Belfields now in the old Abbey, a mother and a daughter-in-law who never disagreed, for the danghter^as just that one woman whom the mother wonld have chosen out of all womaii.-kind lor her son's wife. Little by little in the sad sloW days after the trial, a new love had grown up in Adraio Belfield's heart, and he had learned to admire and appreciate Lucy Freemantle's gentle character and unpretentious charms. Ft had come upon him as a revelation that she was lovely, and that strength and nobility of mind where the basis of that gentle womanly character. There was no cloud upon the dawn of this new 16ve. It came to bim like the slow soft light of a summer morning, creeping up from the dark cold east, and gradually, almost impercep- tibly filling the world with warmth and brightnesn. They had been married a little more than a year, and this happy union was the con- solation of Constance Belfield's heart. To-day that heart was to be tried by a joy that was but too closely interwoven with grief. Her son was to be released from prison. He was to return to the house in which he was bom, his crime expiated, his penance fulfilled; but he was to return only to die. For a long time his health had been broken. His strength had gradually decayed from the beginning of his imprison- ment and he had spent at least a third of his prison life in the infirmary. And now his mother knew that he was given back to her, marked for death. She had been permitted to see him at stated times. The hard rules of prison dis- cipline had even been relaxed in his favour. She had knelt beside his bed in the big white airy wrd, and had talked with him hopefully of the days when he was to be free and restored to her in the home of his fore- fathers. " I shall go back to you an old man, mother," he said, "fit for nothing but to sit by the fire and yawn over a newspaper. I shall never hunt fox or stag, hare or otter. I sIuJl never call inyself a;rack shot again. The springs are broken." Of the contingency or non-return he had never spoken. His disease was that slow and insidious malady in which the sufferer hopes till the last. He knew that his con- stitution was shattered, but he did not Know that his life was a question of a year or two at most. Madge Dawley went to see him as often as the prison rule allowed, and her presence cheered him like strong wine. He seemed always at his liest when she was there and even the eyes of love were deceived by the brightness of his looks and the hopeful- ness of his manner^ It was (sly when the doctor told her the hard bitter truth â€" one lung gone, the other attackedâ€" that she knew how vain a dream that was upon which her lover dwelt so fondly. He was never tired of talking of their future lite together. " I am a poor feeble creature, Madge," he said, " but at least I shall not be a hindrance to yonr good work. I won't pro- mise to clean the windows, but I can write your letters and keep your accounts. You must not live at the Forlorn Hope after our niarriage but we can have a snug little villa in the Kilbnrn-road, and you can give twenty-four hours in every week to the good work, as tho other cisters do." She opposed him in nothing, knowine that this, dream of his could never bg realised. She saw the traces of gradual decay at each new visit, saw that the shad- ows were deepening and the end drawiag nigh. She saw this, and she mourned for him as one dead but in all her sorrow she persevered bravely with the work which she had began under such narrow condi- tions. The Forlorn Hope had prospered. There where three houses now in the dingy strett off Ltsson Grove, and there were a hundred and thirty-five ladies who each gave four and twenty hours in every week to the task of reclaiming fallen creatures of their own sex. The plan had answered admirably. The sisters did not renounce the world and its affections, its domestic ties, or its social pleasures. They wore no distinctive habit, they affected no ascetiasm beyond a ctriot economy. They only gave a seventh part of their livestothe taskof help- ind the wretched but this much they gave ungrndgingly, and with a regnlarity which gave way to nothing less than serious indis- porition. Any sister who showed herself light-minded and inclined to play fast and loose with her duties, was politely informed that she had do vocation for the work, and was entreated to retire. Frivolity was thus eliminated at tne outset and altbongh many of the sisters were yeung, all were ^mest, unflinching workers. Some were rich and some were poor tome brought the comforts and graces of lifeâ€" flowers, and hot-honse f rait, and books and music, and rare old wines from their lazorious homes, to cheer the siok and broken-hearted i some contributed lai^gely to the ,ezpeiueB of the institntion others gave only their time and labour bnt there was an eqvaHty of ski and love which levelled all dparenoea. mth Sir Adrian, to assist iA'iUxe release of the prisoner. They had posted tiiei^ and were to post baok s five nod thirty miles by moo^ and road, with a rest and a ohamn of ^««« n»M way. They ihan to l55*ieft Prijon at one o'elo dt,«nd It wm now-l J«t«^,S§Siiff£SffieniSr^fi •oond of hoofs npon the gravel, ezpeotwt rf h«r y^angv son's rstwm innb .htmtinsM- so stie fistened ma^ wai^d ^^^^'^^^"^^^ "« Tim oarria^ «M fi»\h* iWMiirOoStS â- o be^akme with Urn Tlweld batter and 4idNir and -ervants.lookvS'S^tt!.! rhitett-i^^^^^ " At home at W,,,, â- *»" irg the pale foreH-l-^li hair, which had wwT' " the iTS,' c.p;ivitv. «'^:l^.!4in4,SL* almost as if honeyainnn, it had ofhUcomps„iS,7Jif»'Utffj'l ofold,m,bw,^^ryu,ggu,, ga'ljng r^Btriotio^"' ft" Madge henceforward," ^^*l not u eN£ lo me and Madge v. "-pnteMadite'.rf., ^f«.de»r i paWlinblackVwttd'r^^ti. ant ,n that hon,e, but »h« ""'» a daughter. "" now cutenj They til went into th. .. where Lucy had sent L, ""H w^ting for them m\»W^, fire, and where the tdZ/*^ jast the same as in the olH^"'« »* from hunting. Thev«l '^^^•"'ftt in a famUy circle whil^Tr?' the out the tea and all t'6»M he had come back to t? 8'»4 of sadness beoautSeyfiS-^?* ed only to die^ â€" "'""^ehad There is no ona ;« t better known than tL 2"^°" Beeching. Her Mrli A' 'l««fal by three^f the m^,t ' "«» „ and has been exhibitefeS seasons Her dog Troy bZl^^- 19 soueht after as an attraction 5?^' b»z.ars. Sheisoneoftholriadt" people who are strnMliM T\ society always endeaSr o'S^' drawing room is the gate cf a S/ paradise, one of the outer alck. !^"" smart world. ThegreatfamUyof pi' Pushers have climbed to J l^Z. altitude upon the social mcuSfe they begm to drop Mrs. Bseehinr " [The ExDl iching. Stuttered Into MatrimonT. An unkind story, even if true, vut me while I was in England of a ynum i who married a stuttering mn. The toj. man was undoubtedly a stutterer of thjm positive order, for I have heard him through paroxysms to get out a " Good morning I" The young lady he subsequently married was of aa ciniittLl ly practical turn of mind. No maideinoj esty or bashf ulness cloyed her niethodi M spoke to the point, and never left unexpressed if she deemed it pertoiil After he had called upon her some three J four times she decided that it wu M time for her to know his intentious. So tie next time he called, after they had mU themselves as usual on the sofa, the nil quietly, but firmly " Mr. Smith. lamTerri much flittered by the interest yoa hm taken in me, and the flowers you havi jutl given me are very pretty, but I feel thit l| shall not be doing my duty it I delayed uj longer asking you what yonr intentioniin whither do these attentions and preMli; lead?' Young Mr. Smith rose to his feet and i blush rose to his cheeks. He etuyed ti speak. For a moment his lips and tonfu seemed paralyzed. Then he managed to « out " M-M-M-M-M y d-dd-d d-" bat lie could get no further. The d might hin stood for any number of words, bnttb youn lady, justifiible, perhaps uterptetti it to stind for darling, and the yonth'tacite embarrassment to a [uiodest confusion ii making a formal proposal. Anyway, she took Mr. Smith by the liud, and looking into his eyes, exclaimed "Mr, Smith, I appreciate your embarrassmett, but I understand what you wish to »y, You may speak to papa, and if he approTO, so do I." They were married a few months lata, bnt Mr. Smith has never explamed ntir- torily to his friends whether be stnttew into matrimony ef his own free will or against it. Had No Confidence in Himself- One of the patrol force arrested » citi- zen living away out Gratiot avenue the oflier day, and as they were ready to leave the house he E-.id: " I ought to put the bracelets on, I sup- pose, but if you will promise not togiyew any trouble I wont expcse yon as apr* oner." "I'll promise," replied the man. W lad only started, however, when he addcfl. "Say, you'd better put 'em on. "But vou promised.' "Yes, 'I know, but I'am probaoly jw biggest liar in Detroit, and yV"L^ me. I'm already wondericp if I could out- ru" you." .. .L^ "Pat 'em on, ' said the wiie, whoitow by with a smile. "Jim is a good elW and a good husband, but he has'nt told tne truth in twenty five years." "Yon see," continued Jim, Mf^^e "»« cuffs wore snapped on, "I knaw myself «" I don't want to take any unfair advantage- Now come on and I'll behave myselt. But he proved himself a har by ronmng off with the handcuffs. A Plausible fxplanation. '^George, dear," said » V"""?.^? Jrt onsly, whoM husband had been off ona^^' trip. " some of the letter, Ff '^edly wl^e you were away were s^ ^fj written. Is it possible, dew i" from my wifely influence you so lar yonrself as toâ€" " »,..fi!r: thoM BsI£«Id to "Never," he interruited hMtj'y^ „„,. ettors were probably written on » tram Ining forty miles an hour. • Obeying the Sorip^K* ^^^^^ Cook (appearing in a ««»* ^Tffillyon dfaiing.riJSdoor)-" ?»««» °f "nhe pl"° come and make Johnny lot f" â„¢j,fi,i;Vi pudding? We can't get a Jjo"'""' bim got hLranns around it, and .^„ j Mi-." Arms around the pnddmg moatbiD mistaken, cook aphteofitr Co^kâ€" " Yes, ma'i Did yon g"' he ffoo't '!»'.•â- . :^:^f^; â- Ugjfk. ;3'S^i£.-. 'am.IJi""" leaveThold of the dish." .-. ibont 'J. :,Md-"l Tnll come «^^' »hi, in»t*fc ibniiy. .^Bt your arm? i«^^f U ;«y nice behavlo^ agj '^^^0^^ Johnn^"Why.ma.d«da2hjlfr «|mt motto there over the manW-^ ^^ alwajf^ wflt" T ^„ doing *» "tf^i jJoinny-" Yes,^ ^l*^-^' iiMdto-da: ^th4twht logood that" up." Sensation. :B â- â€¢: ^^KIHGSOOMILEB. ,^ «| Teleplionlnjci j^ BMten an* Mew Te t^I^Saia Eveuing News rei I^ "i-nff distance telephone, •"• l*pnt into operation Thvtleoflacersand directo VJil'»°« Company re« .ttoM bad been put mat 5] Moation was at once opcne ""SJriDgfield. New York. ' â- â€¢ %he wires worked well, ^^ between the most dist. 5 wTas easily carried on s| SJwere within a block of ••? Jtv The line belongs to R* v«;k. and U 800 miles in 1« f«*ul!^ Troy down to New Y C^Ks/ringfieli. Ma«. «« that the proWem of Ion JKMigratulated on its succ ^l»ne Company of Canat nSn« a lino of the same ch "if^ownto, Hamilton, Bra " 11 Woodstock, and London -M to R*^® '^°*® *•* *^ !!»« a large business between Zm pointt a perfect means of i^ free from aU disturbing Kr Unes. The instruments i •Sm are more powerful tha dtaary nso, and each conversati Btkanse of two complete coppe |S,hole length of the line Ti and the method ol lihove wonderful result, are l£Jnted by the Bell Company. iKSneissarytcbuildahne ISrt fwm Hamilton to BuffaU ISwntoand London to be pu â- with New York and Boston, at ISny would of course unde. ISfficient business for such a 1 Inliedon. â-  .; The Prince's Speechi LOSDOS, Oct. 27.-There ia i Murray is going shortly to Prince of Wales' speeches. Uoken in pubUc for a quarter Itonv people believe tnat hw written itor him, the Prince on to finishing touches. It is ob must have an immease deal for the subjects on which he s varied that it would be next t for him to prepare the material ft will be interesting to see it natural development in them I ihow the work of different ha VIKW3 ON THE IRISH QUE I I believe there haS been no which the Prince of Wales has views than concerning Irelanc ions on the desirabihty of ha residence there are perfectly 1 His feelings on these matters a I in higher quarters, and to the credit he has never allowed if they were in opposition to ' to become known. He is the 1 parent in England who never i ever differences may have ar ' Urn and the Crown to become HIS AMUSEMENT IS V^ The Prince has been spend! in Paris incognito. ^Of cour knows what he has been don he has been breakfasting am royal highness is %ccompaaiea the Marquis ae L»u. He n MUe. Granier m Barbe 1 Varieties, MUe. Lulu at the ^^ and La Linido at the Kden; ed the art collections of Biroi Eiffel tower has dined wit GaUifat and the Grand Dike Sunday went on a shoot witti J d'Rothschild at Ferrieres. Shooting on the Sibba What will mamma say The Prince, on tha day of 1 si at the Elysee, but Preside eat, as an official note in i says, his roy al highness left Discontentmei "A contented mind is a i How true are these word there are who are content Ufe. The peasant in bis nu with labor, has his blessmgi HU simple lite giveshimti ins sleep, without wnich, a iftionwouldbenoplea^u With what anger and di the Ufe of those, who, in i tunateenoughtohaveaplac die class. If be could onl he imagines, he would ben And they of the middle to Kam a foothold on the r «f the social ladder. And those who have ai Bade of earthly fame or jsalous discontent they ws ed, fearing they may mot pull them down from tnei Unless we can better on arable means, and witho happiness of those aroun be content with the statw in which God has placed ample, aid others to see t is best for us. ^^^ •. " That Pitiful â-  The controversy betw and the German doctors of Emperor Frederick i; to the courts, Messrs. hardt having decided to afsinst their English as! ' bteaUypi(Uul;andit person would have depr troversy more than the plaining sufferer, over tat* the current disagri â- 'tn