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20 THE INDIANAPOLIS DAILY SENTINEL, SUNDAY MORNING, MAY 24, 1886. WE m MONEY; on, A PERILOUS SECRET. DT CH ARLES BEADS, er cf "Put Yourself In His Plica," etc., etc., etc. chapter xi. THE KXOT CUT ANOTHER TIED. The farm-house the Gilberts occupied ftad been a family mansion of great an tiquity with a moat around it. It was held during the civil war by a stout royalist, who armed and garrisoned it after a fashion with his own servants. This had a different effect to what he intended. It drew the attention of one of Cromwell's generals, and he dispatch ed a party with cannon and petards to reduce the place, whilst he marched on to join Cromwell in enterprises of more Importance. The detachment of Round heads summoned the place. The royal ist, to show his respect for their authori ty, made his kitchen wench squeak a de fiance from an upper window, from which she bolted with great rapidity as soon as she had thus represented the alorof the establishment, and when rext seen it was in the cellar, wedcred xn between two barrels of beer. The men went at it hammer and tongs, and in twenty-four hours a good many cannon-balls traversed the Duilding,agreat many stuck in the walls like plums in a Christmas pudding, the doors were blown in with petards, and the principal defenders, with a few wounded Round heads. were carried off to Cromwell himself; whilst the house itself was fired, and blazed away merrily. Cromwell threatened the royalist gen tleman with death for defending an un tenable place. I didn't know it was untenable," said the gentleman. "How could I till I had tried?" i "You had the fate of fortified places ' to instruct you," said Cromwell, and he promised faithfully to hang him on his own ruins. The gentleman turned pale and his lips quivered, but he said, AVell, Mr. Cromwell, I've fought for my royal master according to my lights, and I can die for him." "You shall, sir," said Mr. Cromwell. About next morning Mr. Cromwell, who had often a cool lit after a hot one, and was a very big man, take him alto gether, gave a different order. "The iool thought he wasdoimr his dutv: turn him loose." The fool in question was so proud of his battered house that he left it stand ing there, bullets and all, and built him a house elsewhere. King Charles the Second had not landed a month before he made him a baronet, and one tenant after another occupied a portion of the old mansion. Two state-rooms were roofed and fur nished with the relics of the entire man sion, and these two rooms the present baronet's surveyor occupied at rare in tervals when he was inspecting the large properties connected with thebaronet's estate. Mary Bartley now occupied these two rooms, connected by folding-doors, and . she sat pensive in the oriel-window of ; her bedroom. Young ladies cling to their bedrooms, especially when thev are pretty and airy. Suddenly she heard a scurry and patter of a horse's hoof, reined up at the side of the house. She darted from the window and stood pant ing in the middle of the room. The next minute Mrs. Easton entered the sitting room all in a flutter, and beckoned her. Marv flew to her. "He is here." "I thought he would be.w "Will you meet him down-stairsV "No, here." Mrs. Easton acquiesced, rapidly closed the folding-doors, and went out, saying, "Try and calm yourself, Miss Mary." Miss Mary tried to obey her. but Wal ter rushed in impetuously, pale, worn, agitated, yet enraptured at the first sight of her, and Mary threw herself round his neck in a moment, and he clasped her fluttering bosom to his beat ing heart, and this was the natural re sult of the restraint they had put upon a passionate affection; for what says the dramatist Destouches, improving upon Horace, so that in England his im mortal line is given to iloliere: "Chas- 1 sez le naturel, it rcvient au galop" ! The next thing was, they held each other at arm's-length, and mourned over each other. "Oh. mv noor Marv. how ill von look 1" "Oh, my poor Walter, how pale and wornl" "It's all my fault," said Mary. "Xo; it's all mine," said Walter. And so they blamed themselves, and grieved over each other, and vowed that come what might they would never part again. Rut, lo and behold! Walter went on from that to say: "And that we may never part again let us marry at once, and put our hap piness out of the reach of accidents." "What!" said Mnrv. "Defv vour fath er upon his dying bed!" I "Oh no," said Walter, "that I could ' not do. I mean marry secretly, and an nounce it after his decease, if I am to lose him." "And why not wait till after his de cease?" said Mary. "Because, then, the laws of society would compel us to wait six months, and in that six months some infernal obstacle or other would be sure to oc cur, and another would be sure to fol low. I am a great deal older than you, and I see that whoever procrastinates happiness, risks it; and whoever shilly- J naiues wun it ueserves io lose it, ana , generally does." - I um- . a I iitrie ouiig iauies are concerned, logic does not carry all before it, and so Mary opposed all manner of feminine sentiments, and ended by saying she could not do such a thing. Then Walter began to be mortified and angry; then she cunningly shifted the responsibility, and said she would consult Mrs. Easton. Then consult her in my presence," said Walter. Mary had not bargained for that; she had intended to secure Mrs. Easton on her side, and then take her opinion. However, as Walter's proposal was fair, she called Mrs. Ea3ton, and they put the case to her, and asked her to give her candid opinion. Mrs. Easton, however, took alarm at the gravity of the proposal, and told them both she knew things that were unknown, to both of them, and it was tint so ftaav for hir to ad visa Well, but," said Walter, "if you know more than we do, you are the very per- I dvise. AU I know is that ' son that can adv if we are not married now, I shall have I A A A V A A -W to wan sec monins ai least, anu 11 1 stay here Mr. Bartley and I shall quar rel, and he will refuse me Mary; and if I go abroad again I shall get knocked on the head, or else Mary will pine away again, and Bartley will send her to Madeira, and we shall lose our happi ness, as all shilly-shallying fools do." Mrs. Easton made no replv to this, though she listened attentively to it. She walked to the window and thought quietly to herself; then she came back again and sat down, and after a pause she said, very gravely, "Knowing all I know, and seeing all I see, I advise you two to marry at once by special license, ana Keep it secret irom every one w no knows you but myself till a proper) time comes to reveal it; and it's borne in upon me that that time will come be- : lore long, even n colonel Uittordsnouiü not die this bout, which everybody says AAJ If til. "Oh, nurse " said Mary faintly. "I lit- 1 o V rvii rrVT" 4 not fmi 1 nrrnina- met W "Against you. Miss Mary!" said Mrs. Easton, with much feeling. "I admire , s Mr. Walter very much, as any woman must with eyes in her head, and I love him for loving of you so truly, and,like a man, for it does not become a man to shilly-shally, but I never saw him till he was a man, but you are the child Inurs- tv, aiva laijv4 vKtwiv wi-muitu iui in sickness, and rejoiced over m health, 1 and she flew to her nurse, and hung aim ieit a guwi misier uecause saw lie guarded woman, could read faces like did not love you so well as I did." I fhe rest, and she saw at once that her Tuese words went to Mary's heart, sister was verv much nut bv tins visit weeping round her neck. Her tears had passed between her and him. This made the manly but tender-hearted set the poor woman all in a flutter for ) alter give a sort of gulp. Mary heard fear she should have said something in it, and put her white hand out to him. judicious, and thereupon she prepared lie threw himself upon his knees and to find out, if possible, what she ought kissed it devotedly, and the coy girl was to have said. w?n . , - , I "What! Mr. Hopel" said Mrs. Easton. From this hour Walter gave her no Well, Mary will be glad. And have breathing-time; he easily talked oyer you been long home, sir?" old Baker, and got him to excuse his -Came last night," said Hope. "She short absence; he turned hishunters m- hasn't been well, I hear. What is the to roadsters, and rode them very hard; matter?" And he looked very anxious, he got the special license; he squared a j Well, sir." said Mrs. Easton, very clergyman at the head of the lake, who guardedly, "she certainly gave me a was an old friend of his and fond of fright when she came here. She looked fees, and m three days after her consent, quite pale; but whether it was that she auuv anu iis. xyiisiuu un ve lour- licuicu uuiuai:? niivi iwm icnu luciu A. 11 1 i1 A. 11 1 1 . iu nie lime noiei at me iukcs. i Walter had galloped over at eleven o'clock, and they all three took a little j walk together. Walter Clifford and Mary Bartley returned from that walk man and wife. dl AFTER XII. TÜE CLANDESTINE MARRIAGE. WTolfoi lliffrifl nrwl f o rv enf of o 1 n f ö IT Cl IV-l VAXW1U U11U -1.1 A. t 1 J fcjtfc U &, V C- Iii IV lronlr-fnt- in n littl inn tbtif lrrL'nl un. I JM. lUUlUt) V AAA V lllVIV 1U11 V.H.V V ... .... x on a lake, which appeared to them more lovely than the lake of Thun or of lai- j pomp TTAhpnmPil Qtnnrlilv nt W with ' triumphant rapture; she stole looks at him or wonder, admiration, and the deepest love. As they had nothing now to argue about, they only spoke a few words at a time, but these were all musical with 1 Airn To them, as we dramatists say, enter- ed Mrs. Easton, with signs of hurry. ! "Miss Marv " said she. "Mrs. Mary," suggested Walter, meekly. Mrs. Mary blew him a kiss. ty, ay, said Mrs. Easton, smiling. "Of nniirco vnn xvill rWl, Wo mo luit T have come io take you home, Mistress irv "Hornel" said Mary; "why, this feels like home " "Xo doubt," said Mrs. Easton, -but, for all that, in half an hour we must start " The married couple remonstrated with one accord, but Mrs. Easton was firm. "I dreamed," says she, "that we were all found out-and that's a warn- ing. Mr. Walter, you know that you'll be missed at Clifford Hall, and didn't ought to leave your father another day. And you, Miss Mary, do but thinkwhat a weight I have taken upon my shoul- ders,and-don't put off coming home, for I am almost shaking with anxietv and for sure and certain my dream i was a warning, and there's something in the wind " They were both so indebted to this good woman that they looked at e.'ch other piteously, but agreed. Walter rang tne bell, and ordered the four- wheeler and his oti nag. "Mary, one little walk in the sweet garden." "Yes, dear." said Mary, and in anoth er moment they were walking in the garden, intertwined like the ivy and the oak, and purring over their present de lights and glowing prospects. iinAn hia coolst In I hov tie inn, Mary driving. When they had SZJooT two miles they camet0 di0,cü :,n , , t rrc rocfn. U UUU AllO OtlliVl.lt; J-JlVvJ lV.lt L11V lit-- i.CV, l-Uil U.., 0m A.AO. A1UO U, av to uiinord naiir" then turning o Valter K?J fiencn7f52 VZtätlC ridiculously close to Marv's whip hand) EaIted and somc mealy Potato3 and "Isn't that the wav to Clifford Ilall?" suet dumplings. You sit down and "It's one way " said he; "but I don't have your chat, whilst Polly and I get mean to go that way. How can I? It's everything ready for you." only three miles more round by your Then Mary asked Mr. Hope so many house." questions with such eager affection that "Xurse," said Mary, appealingly. ! he had no time to ask her any, and then "Ay, av, poor things " said Mrs. Eas- she volunteered the home news, es ton. "Well, well, don't loiter, anyway, pecially of Colonel Clifford's condition. I shall not be my own woman again till and then she blushed and asked him if we're safe at the farm." he had said anything to her father about So they drove briskly on, and in about Walter Clifford. an hour more they got to a long hill. "Xot much w said Mr. nope. "You whence they could see the Gilberts are very young, Mary, and it snot for farm. ! me to interfere, and 1 won't interfere. "There, nurse," said Mary, pouting a But if you want my opinion, why, I ad little, "now I hope you're content, for mire the young man extremely. I al we have got safe home, and he and I ways liked him; he is a straightforward, shall not have a happy day together upright, manly, good-hearted chap, and again." has lots of plain good sense Heaven "Oh yes. you will, and many happy , knows where he got itl" years," said Mrs. Easton. "Well, yes, I f This eulogy was interrupted by Mary don't feel so fidgety now." j putting a white hand and a perfect nose "Ohl" cried Mary, ail of a sudden, upon Hope's shoulder, and Kissing the "Why, there's our gray mare coming cloth thereon. down the hill with the dog-cart! Who's "What," said Hope, tenderly, and et that driving her? It's not papa. I de- half sadly for he knew that all mid- clare it's Mr. Hope, come home safe and sound. Dear Mr. Hopel Oh, now my happiness is perfect!" mr. liopel" screamed .Mrs. :aston. said iUary, soltly; especially since my "Drive faster, for Heaven's sake I Turn escapade in that horrid brooK." your horse, sir and gallop away from us j Their affectionate chat was interrupt as hard as you canl" j ed by a stout servant laying a snowy "Well, but, Mrs. Easton "objected cloth, and after her sailed in Mrs. Gil Walter, j bert, with a red face, and pride uncon- Mrs. Easton stood up in the carriage, cealed and justifiable, carrying a grand "Man alivel" she screamed, "you know dish of smoking hot boiled beef, set in a nothing, and I know a deal; begone, or ! very flower bed, so to speak, of carrots, you are no friend of mine; you'll make ' turnips, and suet dumplings; the ser ine curse the hour that I interfered." I vant followed with a brown basin, al- "Got darling," said Mary, kindly, and most as big as a ewer, filled with mealy so decidedly that he turned his horse potatoes, whose iackets hung by a directly, gave her pne look of love and thread- Around this feast the whole disappointment, ana gauopea away. j Mary looked pale and angrv. and drove on in sullen silence. Mrs. Easton was too agitated to mind her angry looks. She kept wiping the perspiration from her brow with her handkerchief, and speaking in broken sentences: "If we could only et there first fool not to teach my sister her lesson before we went: she's such a simpleton! can't you drive faster V" "Why. nurse," said Mary, "don't be so afraid of Mr. Hope. It's not him I'm afraid of; it's papa." "You don't know what you're talking about, child. Mr. Bartley is easily blinded; I won't tell you why. It isn't so with Mr. Hope. Oh, if I could only A a get in to nave one worn witn my sim- pie sister before he turns her inside outr This question was soon decided. Hope drove up to the door whilst Mary and Mrs. Easton were still some distance off and hidden by a turn intheroad. When they emerged, again into sight of the farm they just caught sight of Hope's back, and Mrs. Gilbert curtesy ing to him and ushering him into the house. "Drive into the stable-yard," said Mrs. Easton, faintly. "He mustn't see your traveling basket, anyway." She told the servant to put the horse into the stable immediately, and the basket into the brew-house. Then she hurried Mary up the back stairs to her room, and wtnt with a beating heart to una 2ir. nope anu ner sister. Mrs. Gilbert, though a simple and un nf Mr. TTn nml wjinfWi t wanted a chance but whatever it was. ir coilldn t he verv . - serious. Sister. You go to jhall judge lor yourself. Miss Mary's room, and tell her. n Mrs. Easton, in giving this instruc tion, frowned at her sister as much as to say, ".Now don't speak, but go." When she was gone, the next thing was to find out if the woman had made any foolish admission to Mr. Hope; so she waited for him. She had not long tb wait. Hope said: "I hardly expected to see . . nnn i citfiii prtiil ,f ah 4 ;u"olwM" oiaiCA Dam Jwu CAV 110JHri , . n . , w A ell. Sir, Sftltt Mrs. Laston,. W6 were not so far far off, but we did come home a little sooner than we intended, and I am rare glad we did, for Miss Mary wouldn't have missed you for all the views in the county." With that she maue an excuse, and left him. She found her sister in Mary's ihP ?,er? comparing notes, . ow' said she,to Mrs: S11' ou tell me everv word you said to Mr. Hope about Miss Mary and me." "Well, I said you were not at home, and that is every word; he didn't give me time to sav any more for question- Ulg 01 hCr health. , TIl's Ijicky," said Mrs. Easton dry- lv. Thank Heaven, there's no harm (lone; he shan't see the carriage." Dear nie, nurse,w said Mary, all this timI1'm longing to see him U,elV slia11 see l11?1.' Jf yoV won 'J own to navln9 een a night from home." , . Promised, and went eagerly to Mr. Hope. It did not come natural to lier be af raid of him, and she was im- patient ;for the day to come vhen she S tel1 tlie, whole stor . The recep- on he gave her was not of a nature to discourage this feeling; his pale face f?r.fhef had been very ill-flushed at slSht ?f her ftlTi p0fwi ?.ffecin on l s. he h,eld both hands to her. "1 his the pale girl thev f nghten- fme about P said I he. AVhy, you re uVowf ; That s partly with seeing of you, sir," aidf rs: ln:n y following, J doJ?kMi o1 t0 mUF" seyles so; for Miss Mary tea rather Ttn as; but Aa' y,unS f olks want a chanSe now "Kurse," said lary, "I really was not well, and you have done wonders for me, and 1 hope you won't think me ungrate- ful, but 1 must go home with Mr.Hope." Hope's countenance flushed with de light, and Mrs. Easton saw in a moment xl, ,AM1 l' "u"i, .V i ii. ÄÄmtÄrbSS ol you, before you go. There's a beau- lfr,l n:ana f hööf i 41 suet aumpnng die-aged men must now be second ; "have I found the way to your heart? j "You always knew that, Mr. Hope,' 'in party soon collected, and none or them sighed for Russian soups orFrench rag outs; for the fact is that under the title of boiled beef there exist two things, one of which, without any great im propriety, might be called junk; but this was the powdered beef of our an cestors, a huge piece just slightly salted in the house itself, so that the generous juice remained in it, but the piquant slices, with the mealy potatoes, made a delightful combination. The glasses were filled with home-brewed ale, spark ling and clear and golden as the finest Madeira. They all ate manfully, stimu lated bv the genial hostess. Even Mary outshone all her former efforts, and al though she couldn't satisfy Mrs. Gil bert, she declared she had never eaten so much in all her life.- Tins set good Mrs. Gilbert's cheeks all aglow with simple, honest satisfaction. Hope drove Mary home in the dog cart. He was a happy man, but she could hardly be called a happy woman. She was warm and cold by turns. She had got her friend back, and that was a comfort, but she was not treating him with confidence; indeed she was passive ly deceiving him, and that chilled her: but then it would not be for long, and that comforted her; and vet even when the day should come for the great doors of Clifford Hall to fly open to ner, would not a sad, reproachful look from dear Mr. Hope somewhat embitter her cup of happiness? Deceit, and even re ticence, did not come so natural to her as they do to many women; she was not weak, and she was frank, though very modest. Mr. Bartley met them at the door, and owing to Hope's presence, was more demonstrative than usual. He seemed much pleased at Mary's return, and delighted at her appearance. "Well," said he, "I am glad I sent you away for a week. We have all missed you, my dear, but the change has set you up again. I never saw you look better. Now you are well, we must try and keep you well." We must leave the reader to imagine the mixed feelings with which Mrs. Walter Clifford laid her head upon the pillow that night, and we undertake to say that the female readers, at all events, .will supply this blank in our narrative much better than we could, though we were to fill a chapter with that subject alone 2b be Continued. THE LITTLE LAND. Robert LouU Stevenson.) When at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To go tailing through the kias. To go sailing far away To the pleasant Land of Play; To the fairy land afar, Where the little people are, Where the clover tops are trees, And the rain ools are the seas, And the leaves like little ships, Sail about on tiny trip; And above the daisy tree Through the grasses, High o'er head tLe bumble-bee Hums and passes. In that forest to and fro I can wanler, I can go; See the pider and the fly, And the ants go marching by Carrying parcels with their feet, Down the green an 1 grassy street. I can in the sorrel sit Where the lady bird alit, I can climb the jointed grass; And on high See the greater swallows pass In the sky. And the round uu rolling by Heeding no such things as L Through that forest I can pass 2 4 1 ill, as in a looking-glass. Humming fly and daisy tree And my tiny felf I see, " Fainted very clear and neat Un the rain -pool at my feet. Should a leaflet cocae to hand Drifting near to where I stand, Straight I'll board that tiny boat, Round that rain-p xl sea to float. Little thoughtful creatures sit On the grassy coasts of it; 2 Little things with lively eyes Sea me sal li rig with surprise. Some are clad in armor grean (These have sure to tiattla b?en) Some are p'ed with every hue. Black and crimson, gold anl blua; Some have wings and swift are gone, But they all look kindly on. When my eyes I once again Open and fee all things plain, High, bare walls, a great bare floor; Great big knobs on drawer and door; Great big people perched on chairs, Stitching tucks and mending tears, Each a hill that I could climb, And talking nonsense all the time O, dear me, That I could be A sailor on the rain-pool sea, A climber in the clover tree. And just come back, a sleepy head, Late at niibt to ?o to bed. in nis "itecoiieccioud 01 a v eteran Man ol Letters" Sir Henry Taylor, speaking of the year 1834, tays: Just then the enthusiasm for Lord Byroad impassioned but often rather empty moroseness and despair, though it may not have suffered a general collapse, had passed away from some of the more cul tivated classes and found, perhaps, its surest retreat in the schoolboy's study and in the back shop. And thither also had retired the sympathy which, when it is accompanied by anything dazzling in personal attributes or circumstances, intensity of self-love can sometimes excite in the popular mind The more just admiration felt for his brilliancy and wit and his general poetic power re mained in large measure ; but even this, per haps, drooped more or less from being en tangled with the dead body of the other en thusiasm. It is not easy for a pas sion to pass into a reasonably warm regard. Moore's genius, though of courss with much diversity, was yet too much akin to Byron's for the one not to have lost by the opposition of the other; at the dawn of Byron s day 'it gan to pale its ineffectual fire,1 and when that day declined its own lustre was so far bedimmed as to make extinction seem to some cold calculators little more than a question of timft." Dir noiiry lay lor, In his recollections of a veteran man ot letters, said of Carlyle, id 1S43: "From time to time Carlyle threw his bluelijrhts across the conversation Strange and brilliant he was as ever, but more than ever adrift in his opinions, if pinions he could be said to have; for th2j d ated a; oit like the monsters of the solar m cro-cope, perpetually devouring eaci. other. n According to The Jewelers' Circular French clocks represent the highast perfec tion in the way of decorative clock cases, English clock-makers claim and deserve the reputation of producing the most accurate timekeepers, while to the American manu facturers belong the credit of making thf best timekeepers at tbt least possible cost a FRIENDLY REVENGE. Heary Tyrrell In the Currentl Ye?, revenge was my motive. I acted In obedience to that noble instinct of retalia tion which helps to distinguish our species from the lower animals. The offence of my friend Hornbeam was one of those smiling little social foil-thrusts, which must be re sented courteously if tbey be resented at alL So I gave him a pair of young kingfishers. I must explain here that Hornbeam is an amateur student of natural history, and that birds are his specialty. Every feathered creature, from a chick to a condor, he loves to infatuation. Now, while the kingfisher '"Ycies is com mon everywhere in this wild t.ato, a domes ticated king-fisher is truly a rara avis in terra. It had been by a mere chance that X bad secured the pair which I presented to my friend, and he received them with an ef fusive delight which I am sure was not simu lated. As soon as the two acquatic beauties ar rived at Hornbeam's country villa, ha pur chased for thei a magnificent cage, the epi tome of all modern ornithological conven iences. Shy and sullen, though by no means silent, the birds quickly made it understood that their solace after all was but a prison, and that they were very unhappy in it. They be gan to droop and pine. "Liberty 1" the kind-hearted Hornbeam cried "liberty for all, especially the fowls of the air." There was a spare room under the roof of the villa. This was cleared of furniture, the floor was gravelled, and the room trans formed into a model aviary. The kingfish ers were turned loose in it; tut, instead of rejoicing in their comparative freedom, thy sulked more than ever. "What can they want?" Hornbeam asked, with great solicitude, when 1 called to see how the pets were getting on. "I have done everything I can think of for their comfort, and yet it appears that something or other is lacking." "Water, perhaps," I suggested. "Water!" he echoed, disdainfully. "Why, you don't suppose after all my experience with birds I would neglect their water, do you? They have more than they can drink, twice a day." "Enough to drink, doubtless," I replied, affecting a tone of friendly counsel; "but that is not enough. Remember that in their natural state of freedom, these creatures haunt the lakes and streams." Hornbeam was silent for a moment. "You are right," he finally said, in a troubled tone. Then, after an interval of deep abstraction, he suddenly brightened up, and cried: "I have it! my bath-room is directly under the chamber they occupy. I'll establish a communication." The next day that part of the house was surre niered to workmen. The floor was torn up, and the ceiling of the bath-room cut through, so that th& kingfishers might be free to descend and disport themselves on the slashy brink of the bathtub, which was ordered to be kept always full of fresh water for their accommodation. Hornbeam watched with eagerness the result of his novel though somewhat costly device. But even before he had finished looking over the bills of the carpenters, masons, painters, plumbers and upholsterers, relative to the "job," it became evident that the work had been dene in vain. The bird perched morosely in a corner, as though afraid they might possibly tumble down intc the water and be drowned. Suddenly it occurred to my friend that the pool in his bath-tub was of mirrow-like serenity, whereas the kingfishers, it was more than likely, had been accustomed to running water. No doubt a gushing, sparkling stream was what they longed for. Hornbeam did not hesitate. He called back the mechanics. The whole of the plumbing would have to be altered, and a special contract would have to be made with the water works company. The financial outlay would be considerable ; but the stream of running water would be a triumphant reality, and the poor birds wo uld at last be happy. Alas! they were not Their unhappy master I should rather say slave whose devotion to them increased in direct ratio with the trouble they cost him, began to despair. He poured intc my sympathetic ear the whole history of his unsuccessful efforts to provide a pleasant home for the precious birds I had given him, and besought my advice. "My dear Hornbeam," I responded, with Mephistophelian suavity, "your error seem3 to be in supposing that the kingfishers love water for its own sake." "What do you mean?" "I mean that what they really care for is the fish that are in it. Put some fish in your running water, and I think you will find that your birds will be as content with their surroundings as the fish in theirown natural element" "PUdo it!" the enthusiastic Hornbeam cried. "Til stock that bath-tub with live fish, and the kingfishers can amuse them selves diving for them." Two weeks later Hornbeam found the ex pense of procuring the daily supply of live fish so enormous that he determined to catch them himself. Of course, an angler's outfit must be purchased. A boat, also, would be neces;ar , and a man to row it, for the seine-drawing would be no holiday sport Hornbeam was a far-sighted man. He was not one to stop at an expenditure which, once made, world in the long run result in an immense saving. He bought a steam launch. There were days when the fish were shy, and then the task of the provider was a very hard one üidesd. On other days the haul would be so large that a place to store the superfluous fLh became a necessity. An ar tificial pcnl, and a large reservoir to feed it, were accordingly constructed just back of the Hornbeam villa. An army of Italian laborers are now at work digging a system of canals to extend over the entire grounds. All the trees have been cut down, and contracts are out for a series of hydraulic works on a vast scale, and representing a moderate fortune. The two kingfishers are doing as well as could be expected. Sometimes, lately, I have had a feeling akin to remosre for iny act of friendly re venge, and I have begun to speculate as to whether or not the birds will die of over feeding in time to save Hornbeam from ruin. The Proportion of ChUdren to Ruffles. f Christian Union. Increase of styie always means increase of labor. A servant's duties are infinitely harder than they were twenty years ago. Contrast tho single item of laundry work in a modern family with the family washing of j the preceding generation. Then there were J ten children to one ruffle ; now we hare ten ' ruffles to each child. "Conveniences hare multiplied it k true, but the work has out- I strlrowl them, " otoii Ms GEHUIHE IIIPORTED T1U.DK XAXX. 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IFQ) IRL Eis A Mr' Aprfl 104 Dear iri : I am using your "HofTs Malt Extract In my practice and am pleased with results. Thanki for circulars, etc. Very respectfully, J. A. L.AKBABEE. M. D. ToMORITZ EISNER, Esq Sole Agent of Johann Hofi's Malt Extract for the U. S. of A., 320 Baoa Street, Philadelphia. Dkar Sir : Please send one dozen of lohann HoiTi Malt Extract to the abore hospital. I am rery much pleased with it and my patients could not do with out It. E RAAB, M. D.. Resident Physician of the CJerman Hospital. w-i 11 i . rmiaaeipuia, To M. Eisner, Esq., Agent for Johann HofTs Gen Hin Malt Extract, 320 Race Street, Philadelphia. A?.Sl.Rv. kr. E. Wilson recommended Johann HofFa Ailt Extract at the fat and only kind for QW purpose. With kind regards, I am yours truly. CHARLES 8. TURNBULL, M. D., Assistant Professor Jefferson Medical ColW. Philadelphia. wf'-J1 ElssKIL: 1 haT used the Johann HofFf Malt Extract sent me with Terr good effect. WILLIAM PEPPKR, M. 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