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The Irish Bride of an Englishman.
A STORY OF THESE TIMES.
: Continued. -
Tho stream, though insignificant, ib
swift. Placing her strong young arms,
that are rounded and fair as those of
any court dame, beneath Kodney, she
lifts him, and, by a supreme effort, and
by right of her fresh youth and perfect
health, draws him and herself to land.
In a minute or two the whole affair
proves itself a very small thing indeed,
wun units mat can ue lenneu tragical
about it. Geoffrey comes slowly back
to life, and in the coming breathes her
name. Once again he is trying to reach
the distant fern; once again it eludes
his grap. lie has it; no, he hasn't;
yes. lie has it. Then at last lie wakes
to the fact that he has indeed gat U in
earnest, and that the blood is flowing
from a slight wound in the back of his
bead, which is being stanched by tender
fingers, and that be himself is lying in
lie sighs, and looks straight into tho
lovely frightened eyes bending over
him. Tlieu the color cornea with a sud
den rush back Into bis checks ns lie
, tells himself the will look upon him aa
nothing less than a "poor creature" to
lose consciousness ana liehivvo like a
silly girl for so slight a cause. Anil
something be feels. Aliove and be
yond everything is a sense of utter
happiness, ruieh as he has never known
before, a tin-ill of rapture that has in it
something of peace, and that conies
from the touch of the little brown hand
that rests so lightly on his head.
"I)o not stir. Your head is badly cut,
an' it bleeds-still," says Mona, with
shudder. "1 can't stop it. Oh, what
6hall I doV"
"Who got mo out of the water?" asks
he, lazily, pretending (hypocrite that he
is) to be still overcome with weakness.
"And when did you come?"
"Just now," returns she, with some
hesitation, and a rich accession of col
oring, that renders her even prettier
than she was a moment since. IJecauso
"From every Muh that klwllos In her choefcs.
Ton tnousaud lit t lo lovue mid gruccs spring.
Her confusion, however, and the fact
that no one else is near, betrays the se
cret sho fain would bide.
" Was it you," uskB he, raising himself
on his ellxiw to regard Iter earnestly,
though very loth to quit the spot where
late no has been tenant. "Von? Oh,
"Yes. it wan I," she says. "And why
shouldn't I? Ia it to see you drown, I
would? I I didn't want you to find it
out; but," quickly "I would do the
same for any oiw at ami time. You
"I am sure you would," says Geoffrey,
. who has risen to his feet and has taken
her hand. "Nevertheless, though, as
you say, I am but one in the crowd,
and, of course, nothing to yuu, 1 am
very glad you did it for me."
With a little touch of willfulness,
perhaps pride, nhe withdraws her hand.
"I dare say," sho says, carelessly,
purposely mistaking his meaning; "it
must have been cold lying there."
"There are things that chill one more
than water," returns he, slightly of
fended by her tone.
"You are all wot. Do go home and
change your clothes," says Mona, who
Is still Bitting on the grass with her gown
spread can-fully around her. "Or per
Imp" reluctantly "it will be better
tor you to go to the farm, where liridget
willlook after you."
"Thank you; so I shall, if you will
come with me."
"Donl mind me,"flay Miss Scully,
hastily. "I shall follow you by and bv.
"liy and by will suit mo down Ui the
erouiid," declares he, easily. "Tho day
fe fortunately warm; damp clothes are
an advantage rather than otherwise. "
Silence. Mona taps the mound be
side her with impatient fingers, her
mind being evidently great with
"I 'really wish," she tsavs, presently,
"you would do what I say. Go to the
term, and Rtay there."
"Well, come with mo, and 111 stay
till you turn mc out." .
"I can't," faintly.
, "Why not?" in a surprised tone,
j "Iiccauso I prefer staving hero."
to get rid of rne.you might
ujv i yu tiiiuv lint i nwu
olotitt ago, without all this hinging,"
ayi Mr. Itodney. huffily, preparing to
cat an indignant retreat. ,
. beat a
--I ujunT, mean mat, ana I never
bint," exclaims Mona, Htigrily; "and if
you InBist ou the truth, if 1 must ex-
Elain to you what 1 particularly tlcairo
) keep secret, you"
"You are burtl" Interrupts he, with
passionate remorm "1 see it all now.
Stepping into that hateful utream to
tave mo, you Injured youisclf seveiely,
V on are in ,am you Buffer; whilst' I
"I am In ho pulri," Bays Mona, crimson
with filiamn und mortification. "You
mistake uvi'iythiug. 1 lmvo not even a
scratch on me; and I have no shoes or
stocking on me cither, If you must
know all!" i -
Sho turns from hlru vrathfully; and
(ieolfrey, disgusted with himself, htcps
hack and makes no reply.
"There, do go awayf" says this wood
land goddess. "I am sick of you and
"I am sure I don't wonder," says
otTrey, very humbly. "I beg your
pardon a thousand times; and good
bye. Miss Mona."
She turns involuntarily, through tho
innate courtesy that belongs lo her
ace, to return bis parting salutation,
and, looking at him, hocs a tiny spot of
blood trickling down Ills forehead from
the wound received awhile Binco.
On the instant all is forgotten cha
grin, shame, shoes and stockings, every
thing! Springing to her little naked
feet, she goes to him, and, raising her
hand, presses her handkerchief against
the ugly stain.
"It has broken out again," she says,
nervously. "I am sure 1 am certain
it is a worse woujid than you imagine.
Ah! do go home, and get it dressed."
"JJut 1 shouldn't like any ono to touch
it except vou," sayB Mr. Uodney, truth
fully. "'Kven now, as your fingers
press it, I feel relief."
"Do you?" aska Mona, earnestly.
"Honestly. I do."
"Then Just turn your back for ono
moment," says Mona, simply, "and
when my shoes and stockings arc on 1 11
go homo with you an' bathe it. Now,
don't look round, for your lifel"
"Is thy servant a dog, that he Bhould
do this thing?" quotes Mr. Rodney, and
Mona, having got into her shoes, sho
tells him he is at liberty to follow her
across the rustic bridge lower down
that loads from the wood into Manglo
"You have spoiled your gown on my
account," says Geoffrey, surveying her
remorsefully; "and such a pretty gown,
too. I don't think I ever 8aw you look
ing sweeter than you look to-day. And
now your drcea is ruined, and it Is all
tlI low dare you find a defect in my
appearance?" says Mona, with her old
gay laugh. "You compel me to retali
ate. Just look at yourself. Did you
ever Bee such a regular pickle as you
In truth lie Is. So when ho has ac
knowledged the fact, they both laugh,
with tho happy enjoyment of youth, at
their own discomfiture, and go back to
the cottage good friends once more. On
the middle of tho rustic bridge before
mentioned he stops her, to say unex
pectedly: ' '
"Do you know bv what name I shall
Always call you in my thoughts?"
to which sue answers, "sso. now
should I? Hut tell mo."
"'Donnie Lesley;' the poet eaj'B of
her what I think of you."
"And what do you think of meV" She
has grown a little pale, but her eyes
huvo not left his.
"To wm her Is to love her.
And love but her forever
For nature mode ber wbat be Id,
And ne'er made "lo an II ber,"
quotes Geoffrey, in a low tone, that has
something in it almost startling, so full
is it of deep and earnest feeling.
Mona is the firBt to recover herself.
"That is a pretty verse," she 6ays,
quietly. "But I do not know the poem.
I should like to read it."
Her tone, gentle but dignified, etead-
"I have the book nfat contains it at
Coolnagurtheeu," lie says, somewhat
subdued. "Shall I brine it to you?"
"Y'es. You may bring it to me to
morrow," returns she, with the faintest
hesitation, which but enhances the
value of the iwrmission, whereon his
heart once more knows hop and con
tent. CHAPTER IV.
But when to-morrow comes It brlng9
to him a very different Mona from tho
one ho saw yesterday. A pale girl, with i
great large somhrous eyes and com-
pressed lips, meets him, and places her
hand in his without a word.
" What is it?" asks he, quick to notlco
any change in her.
''Oh! haven't you heard?" cries sho.
"Sure, the country is ringing with it.
Don't you know that they tried to Bhoot
Mr. Moore last night?"
Mr. Moore is her landlord, and the
ow ner of the lovely wood behind Man
gle Farm where Geoffrey came to grief
"Yes, of course; but I heard, too.
how he escaped hiswould-bo assassin."
"lie did, yes; but oor Tim Maloney,
the driver of the car on which he was.
he was shot through tho heart, instead
of him! Oh, Mr. Rodney " cries the
girl, passionate emotion both in her
face and voice, "what can be said of
those men who como down to quiet
places such as this was, to inflamo the
minds of poor ignorant wretches, until
they ore driven to bringdown murder
on their souls! It is cruel. It is unjust.
And there seems no help for us. Hut
surely, in the land where justice reigns
supreme, retribution will fall upon the
"I quite forgot about tho driver,"
pays Geoffrey, beneath his breath. This
remark is unfortunate. Mona turns
upon him wrathfully.
"No doubt," she says, Rconifully.
"Tho gentleman escaped, tho man
doesn't count! Perhaps, indeed he has
fulfilled his mission now ho has shed
his ignoble blood for his superior! Do
you know it is partly such thoughts as
these that have driven our pcoplo to
desperation? One law for the poor, an
other for the rich! Friendship for tho
greut, contempt for tho needy!"
Mie piloses, cucning uor breath wun
a little sob.
"Who is uttering seditious language
now?" asks he, reproachfully. "No,
you wrong mo. I had, indeed, for the
moment forgotten all uumt that unfor
tunate driver. You must reiucmlier I
am n stranger here. Tho ix;aaants are
unknown to mo. I cannot bo expected
to ieei n Keen interest m eacn one inui
vldually. In fact, had Mr. Moore been
killed instead of poor Maloney. I should
not have felt it a bit the more, though
he wus the master and the other tho
man. 1 can only suffer with those I
know and love." ,
The "poor Malonev" lias done it.
She forgives him; partly because
sweet houI harshness Is always far
"It Is true," she says, Badly. "I spoke
In haste because my heart li Boro for
my country, and I fear for what wo
may yet live to see. Hut of course I
could not expect you to feel with ue.'
This cuts him to the heart.
"I do feel with you." he says, hastily.
"Do not believe otherwise" Then, as
If impelled to it, he Hays in a low tone,
though very distinctly, "I would gladly
make your griefs miuo, if you would
nuiKe my joys yours."
This is a handsomo offer, all thlncs
considered, but Mona turns n deaf car
to it. She is standing on her door-Btep
at this moment, and now descends until
Blie readies the tiny graveled path.
"V)ltrn Ctrl, imi, m.lnivUM nalm T?U1.,f
afraid lent bin last speech has offended
her. She bus her hut on a big Gaines
THE DAILY CAIRO.' -BULLETIN:-. SUNDAY MORNING), MAY 2S. 182.
borough hat, round which soft Indian
muslin is clinging, and in which she
lookB nothing less Uian adorable.
"To see poor Kitty Maloney, his
widow. Iast year she was my servant.
This year she married; and now hero
is tho end of cverything-for her."
"May I go with you?" asks .he, anx
iously. "These are lawless times, and
I dare say Maloney's cabin will be full
of roughs. You will foci happier with
Borne man beside yon whom you can
"Como, then," she Bays, slowly. "If
you will. Though I am noL afraid.
Vhy should 1 be? Do you forget that
I am one of themselves? My father and
I belong to tho people."
They walk on silently, scarcely ex
changing a syllable one with tho other,
jmtil they come within signs or a
Rmn t hate led cottage, uuui ai me biuo
of the road. It has a manure-heap just
in front of it, and a filthy pool to its
left, in which an ancient sow is wallow
ing, whilst grunting harmoniously.
Two people, a man and a woman, aro
standing together some yards from tho
cabin, whispering, anil gesticulating
violently, as is "their nature to."
The man, Boeing Mona, breaks from
tho woman, and comes up to her.
' "Go back again, miss," he says, with
much excitement. "They've brought
him homo, an' he's bad to look at. I've
6eed him, an' it's given mo a turn I
won't forget in a hurry. Go homo, I tell
ye. Tis a sight not fit for the eyes of
tho likes of you."
A little foam has gathered round his
lips, nnd his eyes are wild. Geoffrey,
by a slight movement, puts himself be
tween Mona and this man, who is evi
dently beside himself with some inward
fear and lienor.
W hat are ye talkin' about? Get out.
ye spalpeen," Bays the woman, with an
outward show or anger, but a warning
frown meant for the man alone. "Let
her do as she likes. Is it smkina of
fear ye are to Dan Scully's daughter?"
Come home. Mona: be advised bv
me," says Geoffrey, gently, as tho man
BKiUKs away, warning in a snanibiing,
uncertain fashion, and with a curious
trick of looking every now and then
over his shoulder, as though expecting
w see an unwelcome ronower.
"No, no; this is not a time to forsake
one in trouble," says Mona, faithfully,
but with a long, shivering sigh. "I
need see nothing, but I must speak to
She walks deliberately forward and
enters the cabin, Geoffrey closely fol
A strange scene presents Itself to
their expectant gate. Before them is a
large room (if so it can be called), pos
sessed of no flooring but tho bare brown
earth that Mother Nature has supplied.
To their right is a huge fire-place,
where, upon the hearth-stone, turf lies
burning dimly, emitting the strong aro
matic perfume that belongs to it. Op
posite to her is a pig, sitting quite erect,
and staring at her blankly, without the
slightest regard to etiquette or nice
feeling. lie is plainly full of anxiety,
yet without power to express it, except
in so far a.s his tail mav aid him. which
is limp and prestrate.its very curl being
a thing ot the past, ir any man has im
pugned tho sagacity of pigs, that iu;m
In the background, partly hidden by
the gathering gloom, some fifteen nua;
and ono or two women, aro all huddled
together, whispering eagerly, with their
faces almost touching. The women
though in a great minority, are plainly
having ttie best or it.
Hut Mona's eyes see nothing but one
On the ritfht side of the lire-place. Iv-
ing along the wall is a rude stretcher or
what unpears to te such on which.
shrouded decently in a white cloth, lies
something that chills with mortal fear
the heart, a.s it reminds it of that to
which we all must come some duv! Be
neath the shroud tho murdered man
lies calmly sleeping, his face smitten
into the marble smile of death.
Ouito near to the poor corpse a woman
sits, young, apparently, and with a
handsome figure, though now it is In-nt
and bowco wun gner. hue is messed
in the ordiuiiry garb of tho Irish peas
ant, wun a short gown well tuckeu up,
naked feet, and tho sleeves of ber dress
pushed upwards until they almost
reached tho shoulder, showing the
shapely aim and the small hand that,
as a rule, belong to tho daughters of
Frin and betray the existence of tho
Spanish blood that in days gone by
mingled with theirs,
Her face is hidden: it is lying on her
arms, and they aro cast, in tho utter
recklessness and abandonment of her
grief, across the feet of him who,
only yesterday, had been her "man"
her pride and her delight.
iiuy,cani uo unytmng lor jour
asks Mona. iu a gentle whisper, bending
over her and taking the hand that lies
in her lap between both her own, with a
pressure run of gentle sympathy. "I
know there is nothing I can any; but
can I do nothing to comfort you?"
"Ihank ye, miss, xe mano it lunniy,
I know," says the woman wearily.
"Bjit tho big world is too small to hold
one dhrop of comfort for mo. He's
dead, ye seel"
The inference Is full of saddest mean
ing. Kven Geoffrey feels tho tears rise
unhidden to his eyes.
"l'oor soul! poor soul!" says Mona.
brokenly; then bho drops her hand, and
the poor woman, turning again to tho
lifeless body, as though in the poor cold
clay lies her only solace, lets her head
fall forward upon it, and, turning sor
rowfully away, ehe drops some silver
into the poor widow's lap; whereon,
Geoffrey, who has been Btanding closo
to her all tho time, covers it with two
"Send down to the Farm, mid I will
givo you soino brandy," says Mona to ft
woman standing by, after a lengthened
gaze at the prostrate form of Kitty,
who makes no eign of life. "She wants
it." Laying her hand on Kitty's shoul
der, she snakes her pent 1 v. "House
yourself," she says klndlv, vet with en
ergy. "Try to think or something
anything except your cruel misfortune."
''I have only one thought," says the
woman, Bulleuly. "I can't botther it.
An' that is, that it was a bitther day
when I first saw the light."
Mona, not attempting to reason with
her again, shakes her head desponding
ly, and leaves tho cabin with Geoffrey
ut her Bide.
For a little while they aro silent. Ho
is thinking of Mona: she is. wi ant in
remembrance of all that has just passed.
Presently, looking ut her, ho discovers
that Bho is crying,-biltcrly, though
quietly. The reaction has set in, and
the tears uro running quickly down her
"Mona, It has all been too much for
you," exclaims ho, with deep concern.
"Yes, yes; that poor, poor womanl I
cannot gut nci iiu:g out or my beau.
How forlorn! how hopeleiml She lias
lost a 1 Bho cared for; there Is nothing
to fall back upon. Kim loved hjm; and
to have him so cruelly niuideied for no
crime, and to know that hn uin
again come in the door, or sit by her
It in borribhjl it is eug.usu to kju hgpTj
Bays Mona, Kotntiwhatdlsciiiiie(!te(!!y.
'Time will soften her grief," savs
Rodney, with un attempt at soothing.
"And she is young, she will marry
again, and form new ties." .
"Indeed she will not," says Mona, in
dignantly. "Irish peasants very seldom
do that. Sho will, I am sine, be faithful
forever to tho memory of tho man she
, "Is that tho fashion here? H if ym
loved a man. would you be faithful to
"Hut how could 1 heln it?"!iva Mona.
simply. , "Oh, what a wretched Btato
thisconntry is in! turmoil and strifo
from morning till night. And yet to
talk to those very jieoplo, to mix with
them, they soeiu such courteous, honest,
Iho tears are still lingering on ber
lashes; her mouth 4s sad. Vet at this
instant, even as Geoffrey la gazing at
h rand Wondering how he Hliall help
dispel the cloud of sorrow that Bits iij
on her brow, her whole expression
changes, A merry gleam conies into
her wet eyes, her lips widen and lose
their lachrymose look, and then sud
denly sliu tlirow s up her bead and breaks
lino a gay nine laugn.
"Did vou set 1l,e nil'." hIip km vs. "Kit
ting tip W the tire-place? All through
1 couldn't take mv eves Mr. him. lie
Kt ruck me as k.o comical. There ho sat
blinking his small eves and trying to
look sjnipatli'.'tic. lam convinced he
knew "all alwut it 1 never sa w so solemn
Sho laughs again with fresh delight
at her own thought. The pig in the
cabin had como back to her, filling her
w ith amusement. Geoffrey regards her
with pu.zled eyes. What a strange
temperament is this, where smiles and
teats can mingle!
"What a curious child you are!" ho
says, at length. "You are never tho
saine for two minutes together."
"i'erhnps that is what makes mo so
nice," retorts Miss Mona, saucily, the
sense of fun still full ujkiu her, making
him a small grimace, and bestowing up
on him a bewitching glance from under
her long dark lashes, that lie like shad
ows on lier checks.
"Yes, it certainly is a charm," says
Geoffrey, slowly, "but it puzzles mo. 1
cannot be gay one moment and sad the
uext. Tell mo how you manage it."
"I can't because I don't know myself.
It is my nature. However depressed I
may feel at one instant, the next a pass
ing' thought may change my tears into
a laugh, l'erhaps that is why we aro
called fickle; yet it has nothing to do
with it; it is a mere peculiarity of tem
perament, and a rather .merciful gift,
for which we should be grateful, be
cause, though we return again to our
troubles, still tho moment or two of
forgetfulness soothes us and nerves us
for the conflict. 1 speak, of course, of
only minor sorrows; such a grief as
poor Kitty's admits of no alleviation.
It will last for her life-time."
"Will it?" says Geoffrey, oddly.-
"Yes. One can understand that,"
replies she. gravely, not heeding the
closeness or nis regard. "Many tilings
affect me curiously," she goes on.
dreamily "sad pictures and poetry, and
the sound of sweet music."
"Do you sing?" asks he, through mere
force of habit, m she pauses.
The answer is so downright, so un
like the usual "a liUle,'' or "oh, nothing
to signify," or "just when there is no
body else," und so on, that Geoffrey is
rather taken aback.
"lam not a musician." f.he goes on
evenly, "but borne people admire my
singing" very much. In Dublin they
liked to hear uie, when I was with
Aunt Anastasla; and you know a Dub
lin audience is very critical."
"Hut you have no piano?"
"Yes, I have: aunty gave me hers
when I was leaving town. It was no
use to her, and 1 loved it. I was in
school at l'ortai'lington for nearly three
years, and when I came back from it 1
didn't care for Auastasia'a friends, and
found my oiJy comfort in my music 1
mi telling von everything, am 1 not,
with a wistful smile, "and perhaps I
' W eary me! no, indeed. That is one
of tho very few unkind things you have
ever said to me. How could I weary of
your voice? Goon: tell me where you
keep this magical piano."
"In my own room. You have not seen
that jet. Hut it belongs to iu.v.mU'
alone, und 1 call it my den because in
it I keep every thing that 1 bold must
pieeious. Some time I will nhow it to
"Show it to me to-day," says he, with
"Very well, if you wish."
"Ami yon will sing nie something?"
"If you like. Are vou fond of sing
ing?" "Very. Hut for myself I have no
voice worth bearing; I sing, you know,
a little, which is mv misfortune, not my
fault; don't you think so?"
"Oil, no; because if you can sing at
all that is, correctly, and without false
notes you must feel music and love
"Well, for rnv part I hate people who
sing a liU!. 1 always wish it was even
le.';s. I hold that they tire a social nui
sance, and ought to be put down by law.
My eldest brotlfer, Nick, sings really
very well a charming tenor, you know,
good enough to coax the birds off the
hushes. He does all that sort of dilti
VmU. business paints, and reads tre
mendously about tilings dead ami gone,
that can't" possibly advantage anybody.
Understands old China as well as most
jieoplo (which isn't saying much), and I
tbiuk but as vet this statement is un
supported 1 think he w rites poetry."
"Does bit really?" asks Mona, with
eyes wide open. "1 am sure if ever I
meet your biotherNick I shall bed read
fully al'raid of him."
"Don't betray me, at till events. He
is a touchy sort of a fellow, and might
not UK to tliiiiK 1 know that about mm
Jack, my second brother, sings too. He
is coming home from India directly,
and is an awfully good sort, though I
think I should rather have old Nick af
"You have two brothers older than
you?" auks Mona meditatively.
"Yes; I am that most despicable of
all tilings, a tinm son."
"1 have heard of it. A third son
would bo noor and worldlv ncople
would not think so much of him as of
others. Is that so?"
She pauses, but for the absurdity of
the thing, Mr. Rodney would swear
there is hope in her tone.
"Your description is graphic," he an
BWers, lightly'if faintly unkind; but
when ia the truth civil ( l ou are right
Younaer sons, as a rule, are not run af
ter.' Mammas do not banker after
them, or give them their reservo smiles,
or pull their skirts aside to make room
tor them on small ottomans."
"That betrays tho meanness of tho
world," says Mona, slowly and with in
dignation. Has not Geoffrey just de
clared himself to be a younger son?
"Docb tt? I was bred In a diff erent
belief. Inniy.world the mighty do no
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lllj OS linHAluX"'! O'l pIUOIJH 'HiWUVJS
tuu.upanino j,jnu jut, -poti jnj.tioq. u
lUA 'cuop; Kiurrj A-. ,.'!iftioi) r
((ino.t ui Jur..i;ii.w wpimi uMpiiurj
qipw poKH.ii'1 u-,!"l V'" 1 Jluj
XiIaijoj ,, '(iiui uiii.)-.s oiji fiiHU;;di
'iJlipojT HlMlipiJ ,,'1'IUU 0UO
,l(i,KuiiA'ini iioa 'ij.i t-if vmi! oT j it iir
'liOA li'ji.w ok imi B -j) mq., i)Ui A.:I:A,
iq Jpis'lf KA"ruptq uo.io'.ip ipoojHjopuii
-va oq louiiti, o.tnjj.ii p uopiH.Mdxo
eqi ouin fii'n putt 'tidpjpsjij mis
!HOutr.imoH -auk' luiqi j 'i0
iq Kiif;dx- ,,'A.niotu in,,,, .
((ujl jo So uioin fluiAUdi paip
OAttq pun 'fc'iiou pjpn oi ajuvj o u,ui
o.vBtj spine ujpiviu u.iq.w,, 'Xipr.rjui
ifitMj;ii.w oiiq.vv 'iuiiium ip-js 'Xotipoji
jpi no B.ioa ' lK,-out!)u uoaq ,-)aij ajoqi
1-Am ('ooi aupifltuq hi hji) ,M.iush'.j
"l.U!iq SpJC.WO A'.HMptltfl V. b'lM piUl '0.)tiil
lo ino jq.w.)Ulo8 S( )imi juoa qiliioqi
1uoa OAaipiq to AJ nuns' I Ki1I,!,l,T..t
AKHt ''lentil tfmjpora 'a0 'jjob b qii.w
'bXu pun 'ajou eainiiiiK) uqs udijx
Auihiu 'BUOJJ BAUB (iOim!l(S v it'q.w.,'
qit.w (innooM ou jo uvui oqj, bj utj
'Pt!j II J auprUrm JO ,i)pH A"pBqB J.h)A8,
0U.1 JO '0JBIAC3 JO 'ZJU.tt 9ipi JO
ai joj opuni oj b'i mm oqr -p.upvwr)
SiiqtsBod jt iuo papueq Tpuuqs si
II 'ojotpwon si uos pjpu pus tauoj.w
I like yon all the better for that," says
Mona, in a tone that actually savors 'of
protection, slipping her little brown
hand through bis arm" in a kindly,
friendly, lovable fashion.
"Do you?" says Ifodi.ey. He is
strangely moved; he Kp-;:Usquietly,bnt
his heart is liealireftpii. l-.i , and Cupid's"
dart sinks i'.t c n in its wound.
"Is your bi. tlier, Mr. liodncy, like
you?" asks Mona. presently.
He has never tohl her that bis eldest
brother is a baronet. Whv he hardly
knows, yet now he does not contradict
her when f-he alludes to him us Mr.
Kodney. Some inward feeling prevents
him. l'erhaps he understands Instinct
ively that such knowledge will but
widen the breach that already exists
between hint and the trill who now walks
besido him with a happy smile upon her
"No: he is not like me," he says,
abruptly; "he is a much better fellow,
lie is, besides, tall and rather lanky,
with dark eyes and hair. He is like my
father, they tell me; I am like mv
At this Mona turns her gaze secretly
upon him. Sho studies his hair, his
grav eyes, his Irregular nose that
ought to have known better and his
handsome mouth, so resolute, yet so
tender, that his fair moustache only half
"I think I should like your mother,"
she says naively and very sweetly, lift
ing her ejes steadily to his, "She is
liaifttsonie, of course; and Bhc is as good
as she is beautiful?"
"My mother is a real good sort when
you know her," he 6avs, evasively;
''but she's rather rough on strangers.
However, she is always all there, you
know, so far as manners go, and that."
Miss Mona looks puzzled,
"I don't think I understand you,"
she says, at; length, gravely. "Where
would the rest of her lie if she wasn't
all in the same place?"
She says this in such perfect good
faith that Mr. Ilodney roars with
"l'erhaps you may not know it," says
ho, "but you are simply perfection."
"So Mr. Moore says," returns she,
He drops her arm, and looks as though
he is prepared to drop her acquaintance
also, nt a moment's notice.
"What has Mr. Moore to do with
you?" he asks, haughtily. "Who is he,
that he should bo Bpcak to you?"
"He is our landlord," Bays Mona,
calmly, but with uplifted brows, stop
ping short in the middle of the road to
regard him with astonishment.
"And thinks you perfection?" in an
impossible tone, losing both his head
and his temper completely, "lie is
rich. I suppose; why don't you marry
"To ask the nuestion is a rudeness."
nhe says, steadily, though her heart is
cold and hurt. "Yet 1 will answer you.
In our country, and in our class," with
an amount of inborn pride impossible to
translate, "we do not marry a man bo
cause he is 'rich ' or in other words, sell
ourselves for gold."
Having said this, she turns her back
upon him contemptuously, and walks
towards her home.
He follows her, full of remorse and
contrition. Her glance, even more than
her words, has covered him with shame,
and cured him of his want of generosity.
"Forgive me, Moua," ho says, with
deep entreaty. "I confess my fault,
how could I speak to you aa I did! I
implore your pardon. Great a sinner tu
I am. surely 1 shall not knock fur for
giveness at your sweet heart in vain!"
"Do not ever speak to mo like that
nr..i. l f...... ....... 1.!..
eyes humid with disappointment, yet
free from wrath of any kind. "As for
Mr. Moore," with a curl of her short
upper lip that it does him good to see.
and a quick frown, "why ho is us old as
the bills, and as fat us Tichborne, and
he hasn't got a simile hair on his head."
Hut that Mr. Rodney is still oppressed
with the fear that ho has mortally of
fended her, bo could have laughed out
aloud at this chlldiKli speech; but anxie
ty helps hiru to restrain his mirth.
Nevertheless ho feels an unholy joy a3
he thinks ou Mr. Moore's bald pato, his
"too, too solid tlesh," and his "many
"Yet lie dares to admiro you?" is
what ho does say. alter a decided pause.
"Sure they ull admire me," says Miss
Mona, with an exasperating smile,
meant to wither.
Hut Mr. Hodnoy is determined "to
have it out with her," as he himself
would say, before consenting to fado
uway out of ber sh'ht.
" Hut he wauls to marry vou. I know
he does. Tell me the truth about that,"
lie says, with flattering vehemence.
To be Continued
Tho new fortitieations ot htrttshur
will ho coiimloted tliiriiiir the nresc
Snriinr. An idi-.-L of tln-ii- oiiornniiw
i n- -- - '
tent limy be tunned lrom tho followin
fiirurcg! Thev enclose on lint left linn
of tho Rhine, besides the town and su
burbs, twelve Alsatian villages, and on
the right bank four other villager, wiUi
a total superficial area of over ;j7,000
acres, Tho ilistanco of the advanci forts
front Hie town is from llin-oto live miles,
and the iivenige diameter of the eiitirn
works iiit.il) miles. Tint total cost is put
down lit Cl,.;lli),()01l.
Tho loas-of a hand was otm of tho
penal nnitihitioim unacted by William
.1... i' "
Chill and Fever,
Simmon I.lvur Hcrii
Itilor romi brettki tho
rlnlU and rsrrlcn th
fuvt-r out ol tho Hyittiiu.
I) curua when all other
F r thn rollef und euro
of tlil dlKtroimlnn dla-i-iiflx
una Blmiiiuui Liv
er Id w tutor.
THO ituuuianir wiii jiiiKiovny euro inm icrrinte
dlgoBBu., Wo m-HL'tl vmpliHllcuIly lit we kuow to
lie truu. '
dliould not In' ri"wcld h i trilling allmuat. Ni
tur l"tnninlH iln iitmnnt rocnlitrlw of tho bowels.
Thereforu nuclei nature by tiiktnn Hiuimnn I.Ivor
lit'iiulator. It la harmless, mild ami i-t)Vctuul.
One or two Ulili-HDoonftilli will reltuvs all the
troiililftu Incident to a bilious male, such as Nausea
1i,zIi;i.'CH, llrolnt-ss, Dlxtresi alter cnlli a bit
ter had tiii-te Iu the mouth.
Persons may avoid all altneks tiv nrr.&slonallv
tnkliiK a dose of Simmons Liver Kugiilatur to keep
lUC liver ill neaioiy ucuon.
ueiierully arising from a disordered stomach, can
lie corrected by tuklUK Slinmous Liver ld.'KUl ator .
Htmmnns I.Ivor Kcu'iilal r soon eradicates this dis
ease from tlie system, leaving the sktu clear and
free from all tin purl ilea
-n.ii.i.., u..tr...i... .Jlh r...in ... .
v iiiiui.m rm, iiiiu .iiu v.ji, ri ill li .A rinntg rv
Itcf when Mmmons I.lvcr KcKulutor Is adnilijlstiir
td. AdiCts u'so derive ureal beuellt from this
medicine. It Is not unpleasant; It Is harmless
aud dlectlv ). l'un'ly veia-tabla.
JM, ADDER & KIDNEYS
Most of ih" dlres.se of tho bladder orlirlnaU) from
those of the kidneys. Ktore the action of the
liver fully auil Doth lav kidm-js and bladder will
be restored. ,
fWTskc only the ir-nulne, which always has on
the wruppnr the ri d Z trade murk and signature ut
I'orsu'e by all drngvliU.
Its Or-, nnpireiit eir;ct l to Increase tho appe
tite. It M".:j-i digustion and canscs the food to as
alinnlMc properly thua the ijrstftn Is nourished.
It als , ') us toutc uctlon on the dlcstlvu organs.
Intt'.ce - mure cuptnns and regular evacuations.
The rapidity with which patient take on flesh
wtiltu ouder tin-It.flueDCC of the Syrup, ol lisulf In
dicates I hut n ether prepxrntiou can be lietter
adapted to help and nourish the constitution, and
h-'uee 1) - u-ore efficacious in all depression of splr
iic.stinKitiirtreuilillcRof the binds or body,
cough, stiortnefi of breath, or consumptive habit.
The nerves uud muscles become strecnhened, and
the blood punAcd.
The Turious kinds of waste ur decoy that affect
(he human i;dy, though attended etch with some
sytiiptoiii tint oiiimon with tlie re't, auree ver
much iu tbt, thut the basis In all Is nearly tho
same It is i;eueri;y Conceded, that the majority
of discuses an- accompanied by faulty digestion;
and such being the case, we most, in order to euro
such dlsea- .-, cause the organs of digestion to per
lorm thetr proper functions. No remedy has be
fore been dlrcovertd which has so bt-netlc'al an In
fluence ou these organs aa follows' Compound
Syrup of Xlypopbosphiles.
For Kale by all Uruxgisla.
If you mC'tr from dynpepsla, nse
IiCRDOCS BLOOD IUTTEna.
If you are allllcted with biliousness, use
Bl'lUKR K BLOOD BITTER9,
If yeu are prosttutt-d with siek Iieadacke, take
If your bowels ate disordered regulate tliem with
BURDOCK BLOOD Ll'iTEUfl.
If your blond Is lumnre, purify It with
BURDOCK BLOOD BITTERS
U you have Indigestion, you will find an antidote in
BURDOCK BLOOD BITTERS.
If yon are troubled w ith spring compla.nts, eradl
Icate them with BURDOCK BLOOD BITTERS,
fl your liver Is torpid restore It to healthy action
wltk BURDOCK BLOOD BITTKRS,
If your liver ti affected yon will And a shnre restor
ative In BURDOCK JJLOOD HITTERS.
If you have any species or humor or pimple, fall
not to take BURDOCK BLOOD BITTEK8.
If you have any slmptoms of nicer or ecrofulout
ores, a curative remedy will be found In
BURDOCK BLOOD BITTERS,
For Imparting strength aud vitality to the system,
nothing can npial BURDOCK BLOOD BITTERS,
For Nervous and General Debility, tone up tho
system with BURDOCK BLOOD BITTER8
I'titcK ?1 t-Kit iiotti.b; TittAi nomes, lOcts,
FOSTER, MILBUIIN & CO., Prop'rs,
M'FFALO, N. Y.
For sale by 1'AUL 0. HCUL'U, (ii)
GRAY'S SPECIFIC MEDICINE. :
TRAOf mark. The Great Eng
lish remedy, An
unfailing cure for
potency and all
diseases that fotow
as a sequence
of lulf-ahuso; as
Morn Tftkuun.vcr.allas.ltnr;eAfW j,-
dimness of vision, premature old age, and many
othur diseases that lead to lusaullv, consumption
or a premature rave.
CiFull particulars Id our pamphlet, which ws
desiro to soud freobv mail to evervone. IWThe
Npeclflc Medicine Is sold bv all druggists at f I nor
imcKHge, nr six packngua for $5, or will be sent free
liv tuallou receipt of the monev, bv addressing.
TUIt URAY MEDICINE CO.,
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Yellow Wrapper; the oulv genuine, Ouatantuui
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