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, LOVER'S LANE.
Eye of blue the glance that thrills, . Whisperings of the old, old talo, Moonlight sllv'rlng distant hills With Its dreamy, fllr;y vail; Pown the path our slow feet trend, Our shadows with the maples blend. ' In our hearts the same refrain, As we roam through lover's lane. Lover's lane Is lined with trees, Stately maples, elm and oak, And the network of tfcelr leaves . O'er the pathway spreads a cloak; But now and then a truant ray Of Baucy moonlight finds Its way Into the bower of Cupid's gain, And oecs strange things In lover's lane. In a quaint old town a muid I knew, An artless, falr-lialrcd mr.ld was Bhe; vr.y those coral Hps and those eyes of Uue, Sweet was the spell she cast o'er me; In the druaray nights of summer weather Roamed wo through tlia lane together, Hearts throbbing fondly the old refrain. lane. Sweet (hose dr.ys cf the Ions a?o. When" we strayed through the aisle, hu,fH oo ltr.li. cia thrt ivnntnn fnr; ' Of tiie ir.uslc of blrdu-vithout gullf-, 'Twas Ioiik igo: but the i yes of Hue, Are ilH aVL')l to-tiay v licit v,-: Lvvaui Roamed together In lover's "unto. -John N. Milliard, In Chifiuyo Record. with a small fee to secure iti transmission. leafy o o 7 r.'r vii i itjii'.i ill u. . J, U -. 1 i.jjlat. C'U APT: Uniy lor a CU II. '..U.NTIXUED. moment, hovivver. Tbs man was gone; or wa going u-t stay rate. iWe stood siknt mid inotloKU'tta, all wulcHiug, until after uiiut seemed a loi.i; interval, t!ie little put ty of seven becumo visible on tho white road far below us to tin; northward, trmi mov ing in that direction. Stfll we watched .them, muttering a word to one an other, now and again, until presently itihe riders slackened their pace, nnd ;bcgan to ascend the winding track that .led to tho hills and Cahors; and to ' Fnris also, if one went far enough. ' Then at length with a loud "Whoop!" we dashed across the terrace, Croisette leading, and so through the courtyard to the parlor; where we arrived breath less. "He is off!" Croisette cried, ahril jly. "lie has started for Paris! And bad 'luck go with him!" And we all threw up our caps aud shouted. But ;no answer, such as we c.pected, icame from the w'omen folk. When we (picked up our caps, and looked at Cath erine, feeling rather foolish, she was istarlng at us with a white face and (great scornful eyes. "Fools!" she jsuid. "Foolsl And that was all. Cut it was enongh ,to take mo aback. I had looked to see jber face lighten at ournewsj instead it I wore an expression I had never seen on lit before. Catherine, bo kind aud so i gentle, calling us foolsl And without ,jnnefil T rtlfl Tint linrfprstnTiri it. I turned confusedly to Croisette. lie !was looking at her, and I saw that he was frightened. As for Mmc. Claude, 'she was crying in the corner. A pro j sentiment of evil made my heart sink like lead. What had happened ? "Fools!" ray cousin repeated, with ex jceeding bitterness, her foot tapping the parquet unceasingly. "Do you think jhe would have stooped to avenge hlm self on you? On you! Or that he (could hurt me 100th part as much here las as " She broke off stammering. Her scorn faltered for an instant. "Bah! he is a man I He knows!" Bhe lexclalmed, superbly, her chin in the jair; "but you are boys. You do nt un derstand!" . - I looked amazedly at this angry worn inn. I had a difficulty in associating iher with my cousin. As for Croisette, he stepped forward abruptly, and Iptcked up a white object which was lying at her feet I "Yes, read it!" she cried, "read itl i Ah!" and she clenched her little hand. and in her passion struck the oak table beside her, so that a stain of blood BDrane out of her knuckles. "Why did you not kill him ? Why did you not do it while you hnd the chance? You were three to one!" she hissed. "You had him In your power! You could have killed him. and you did not! Now ho will kill me!" Mme. Claude muttered something I tearfully; something about Pavannes land the saints. I looked over crois 'ette's Bhoulder, and read the letter. It betran abruptly without any term of address, and ran thus: "I have a mis sion in Paris, mademoiselle, which act mlts of no delay, your mission, as well as my own to see Pavannes. You have won his heart. It is yours, and I will bring it to you, or his right hand, In to ken that he has yielded up his claim to yours. And to this I pledge myself." The thing bore no signature, ii was written in soma red fluid blood per- ha OS a mean and sorry trick I On the outside was scrawled a direction to Mile, de Caylus. And the packet was sealed with the vjdanie'a crest, a wolf a apprehending all this. "He will sleep at Cahors to-night," I said, sullenly. The lad shook his bead and answered in a low voice: "I am afraid not. His horses are fresh. I think he wdl push; on. Ho always travels quickly. And now you know " I nodded, understanding only too well. ; Catherine had flung herself into a chair. Her arms lay nerveless on the tuble. Her face was hidden in them. But now, overhearing us, or stung by; some fresh thought, she sprang to her feet in anguish. Her face twitched, her form seemed to stiffen as Bhe drew herself up like one in physical pain. "Oil, I cannot bear it!" she cried to us in dreadful tones. "Oh, will no one do anything? I will go to him! I will tell him I will give him up! I will do whatever he wishes if he will only spare him!" Croisette went from tho room cry ing. It was a dreadful sight for us this girl in tigory. And it was impos sible to reassure her! Not one of us doubted the horrible meaning of tho note, its covert threat. Civil wars and religious hatred, and I fancy Italian modes of thought, had for the time changed our countrymen to beasts. Far more dreadful things were done then than this which Bezers threatened even i f ho mean t it literally fur more dreadful things were suffered. But in .the fiendish iLgonuity of Ida vengeance on her, the helpless, loving woman, 1 thought Raoul de Bezers stood alone. Alas! it fares id with the butterfly when th cat hns struck It down. Ill indeed! - Mme. Clause rose and put her arms 'round the girl, dismissing me by a ges ture. I went out, passing through two or threo scared servants, and made at once for the terrace. I felt as if I could only breathe there. I found Marie and St. Croix together, silent, the marks of tears on their f ace3. Our eyes met, and they told one tale. We all spoke at the same time. "When?" we said. But the others looked to me for an answer. I was somewhat sobered by that, and paused to consider before I replied. "At daybreak to-morrow," I decided, presently. "It is an hour after noon ulrendy. . We waut money, and tho horses are out. It will take an hour to bring them in. After that we might f.till rcaoh Cahors to-night, perhaps! but nioro haste less speed, you know. No. At daybreak to-morrow we will start." They nodded assent. It was a great thing we meditated. No less than to go to Paris the un known city so far beyond the kills nnd seek out M. de Pavannes, and warn him. It would be a race between the vtdauie and ourselves; a race for tho Bfe of Kit's Buitor. Could we reach Paris first, or even within 24 hours of Bczcrs arrival, we should in all proba bility be in time, and be able to put Pavannes on his iruard. It had Dcen the first thought of all of ub, to take such men as we could get together and fall upon Bezers wherever we found him, making it our simple object to kill him. But the lackcj'B M. le V icomte had left with us, the times being peace ful and the neighbors friendly, were poor-spirited fellows. Bezers hand ful, on the contrary, were reckless Swiss riders like master, like men. We decided that it would be wiser sim- -ply to warn Pavannes, and then stand bj him it necessary. We might have dispatched a messen ger. But our servants Gil excepted, :and he was too old to bear the Journey ; were ignorant of Paris. Nor could any of them be trusted with a mission, so "delicate. We thought of Pavannes' courier, indeed. But he was a Itochel- lols, and a stranger to we capiuu. IThere was nothing for it but to go our selves.' Yet we did not determine on this ad- ' venture with light hearts, I remember. I "Anne! Anne!" said Croisette, rising I on his elbow and speaking to ino souw three hours later, "what do you think the vidame meant this morning when he said that about tho ten days?" I "What about tho ten days?" I asked peevishly. He had roused me just when I was at last falling asleep. , "About the world Beelng that his was the true faith in ten days?" I "I am sure I do not know. For good ness sake let us go to sleep," I replied. For I had no patience with Croisette, talking such nonsenBe, when we naa our own business to think about. bead. liu.'Jt;', i "The coward 1 1 The miserable cow erdl" Crolsetta cried. He was tae first to read the meaning of tho thing. I And his eyes were UM of tearsteam ol rage. . Jor me. I wa aurry exceedingly. My veins seepned full of fire, u I com prehended the mean eruetiy wnion could thus torture a girL , "Who delivered this?" I thundered. "Who gave it to mademoiselle? How (did it reach her band? Speak, soma -onel" j A maid, whimpering in the back ground, said that Francis hod given U o her to hand to mademoiselle. I ground my teeth together, while (Marie, unbidden, left the room to seek . 'Francis and a stirrup leather. The I vidame had brought the now In his pocket, no doubt, rightly expecting ithat he would not get an audience of jmy cousin. Returning to the gate jolone he had seen his opportunity, and (lvft) the note to Francis, probably "Ysj Mad It, ah orl4 Paris loomed big and awesome In the 'eves of all of us. The glamour of the court rather frightened than allured us, We felt that shrinking from con- Ituot with the world which a country .'i4 T r.I i. . . i m J -' ,11X6 engenders at weu aa uiui oru ui seeming Unlike Other people which is 'peculiar to youth. And we trembled. It we had known more especially of he future we should have tremble 'more. ' But we were young, and with our fears mineled a delicious excitement. We were going on an adventure of knight-erraaitry In which we might wuv our spurn. We were going to see the work! and nlaf men parts in ut to save a friend and make our niatiM happy! We gave our orders, but we said noth ing of Catherine or Mme. Claude, mere ly bidding Gil Ml tbm after our de parture. We arranged for tho Imme diatc dispatch of a message to the vt eomte at Bayonne, and charged Oil until Ike should hear from him to keep tne crates closed, and look well to the shoot of the kitchen midden. Then, whea CHAPTER III. THE ROAD TO PARIS. ', The sun had not yet risen above the hills when wo three, with a single serv ant behind ub, drew rein at tho end of, the vallev. and easintr our horses on tle. ascent turned in the saddle to take a, last look at Caylus at the huddled' gray town, aud the towers above it. A little thoughtful we all were, I think. The times were rough and our errand' was serious. But youth and early morn ing are fine dispellers of care; and once on the uplands, we trotted gayly for ward, now passing through wide glades In the sparse oak forest, where the trees all leaned one way, now over bare, wind swept downs; or once and again de scending into a chalky bottom, where the stream bubbled through deep beds of fern, and a lonely farmhouse nes tled amid orchards. Four hours' riding, and we saw be low us Cahors, filling: the bend of the river. " We cantered over the Vallandre bridge, which there crosses the Lot, ,aud so to my uncle's house of call in the square. Here we ordered break ,fast,f and announced with prido that we were going to Paris. : Our host raised his hands. "Now there!" he exclaimed, regret in his 'voice. "And If you had arrived yester :day you could have traveled up with Vidame de Bezers! And you a small party saving ytur lordships' presence and the roads but so-so!" ; "But the vidame whb riding with only half a dozen attendants also!" I Answered, flicking my boot in a care less way. : The landlord shook his head. "Ah, M. le Vidame knows the world!" he answered, shrewdly. "He Is not to be taken off hlB guard, not he! One of his men whispered me that 20 stanch fellowswould join him at Chateauroux. They say the wars are over, but" and tho good man, shrugging his shoul ders, cast an expressive glance nt some fine flitches of bacon which were hang' incr in his chimney. "However, your ilordships know better than I do," he added, briskly. "I am a poor man. I only wish to live nt peace with my ineighbors, whether they go to mass or sermon, ! This was a sentiment so common in those days and so heartily echoed by most men of substance both in town 'and country that we did not stay to assent to it; but having received from ;the worthy fellow a token which would Insure our obtaining fresh cattle at Limoges, we took to the road agnin, refreshed in body, and with some food for thought. Five-and-twenty attendants were more than even such a man ns Bezers, who had many enemies, traveled with in those days; unless accompanied by ladles. That the vidame had provided such a reinforcement Beemcd to point to a wider scheme than the one with which we had credited him. But we could not guess what his plans were since he must have ordered his peoplo before he heard of Catherine's engage ment. Either, his jealousy therefore had put him on the alert earlier, or his threatened attack on Pavannes was only a part of a larger plot. In either caso our errand seemed more urgent, but scarcely more hopeful. The varied Bights and sounds how ever of the road many of them new to us kept us from dwelling over much on this. Our eyes were young, and whether it was a pretty girl lin igering behind a troop of gypsies, or a pair of strollers from Valencia jong leurs they still called themselves sing ing in the old dialect of Provence, or a Norman horse dealer with his storing ,ot cattle tied head and tall, or the Puy de Dome to the eastward over the Auvergne hills, or a tattered old soldier wounded in the wars fighting for either side, according as their lord ships inclined we were pleased with all Yet we never forgot our errand. We never, I think, rose in the morning too often stiff and sore without think' ing: "To-day or to-morrow or the next day" as the case might be "we shall make all right for Kit!" For Kit! Perhaps it was the purest en 'thuslasm we were ever to feel, the least 'selfish aim we were ever to pursue. ;For Kit! - Meanwhile we met travelers of rank on the road. Half the nobility of France were tUl in Paris enjoying the hnst; Fan leaving there with his horse fresh he passed through Anger ville, -to miles short of Pari, ut noun, ! whereus we reached it on tiie evening i of the sne day the sixth after liv ing Caylus. We rode Into the yard of the inn n large place, seeming larger in the dusk j so, tired tnut we routu scarcely nip from our Baddies. Jean, our servant, took the four horses, . ,nd led them across to the stables, the poor beasts hanging -their heads nnd following meekly. We stood a moment stamp ing our feet nnd stretching our legs. Tho place seemed in a bustle, the clat ter of pans nnd dishes proceeding from the windows over the entrance, with o glow of light nnd the sound 6f feet hur rying In the passages. There were 'men, too, half a dozen or so. standing lat the door of the stables, while others leaned from the windows. One or two ilanthorns just kindled glimmered here and there m the semi-darkness, and in a corner two smiths were shoeing a horse. We were' turning from ail this to go in, when we heard Jean s voice raised in altercation, and thinking our rustic servant had fallen into trouble, we walked ocrosi to the stables near which he and the horses were still lingering. "Well, what is it?" I aid, sharply. I Alley buy iliut lliciu ia iiw iuum in the horses," Jean answered, querulous ly, scratching his head; half sullen, half cowed, a country servant all ovrr. "And there is not! " cried the fore most of the gang abo'.i t the door, hasten In to confront us in turn. His tone was insolent, and it needed but half an eye to teo-tliut the fellows were in clined to back him up. He stuck his anus akimbo and faced us with an ira- nudent smile. A lanthorn on the ground beside him throwing on uncer tain light on the group, I saw that they all wore the same badge. "Come," I said, sternly, "the stables are large, and your horses cannot fill then. Some room must be found for mine." To be sure! Make way for the king!" he retorted. While one jeered "Vivo lo roi! and the rest laughed. Not good-humoredly, but with a touch of spitef ulr.ess. Quarrels between gentlemen s serv ants were ns common then as they are to-day. But the masters seldom con descended to interfere. "Let the fel lows light it out," w as the general sen timent. Hero, however, poor Jean was overmatched, and wo had no choice but to see to it ourselves. to ub co.vrnrUED.J 12 r Everybody likes 44 Battle Ax" because exceedingly fine quality. Because of the economy there Because of its low price. It's men chew because of its high gt the coor men can afford to ch great size. A5-cent piece of "Battle Ax" is almost the size of the JO-cent piece of brands. of its jj i buying it. H kind the rich r and the kind ? because of its & twice II 1 grade ALAS FOR THE EGCS. Tbe Revenge of a Donkey That Had llcea Ucitteu. One morning, while in Borne, I iwalked out of the city with a friend. writes Rev. George F. Ilaskins. After a walk of several hours we called at an Inn for refreshment. As we n eared .the ever open door of the hostelry, our attention was arrested by the ap proach, from another direction, of u tall, stout, middle-aged woman, and oy her side two large, moving pannier? filled to tho very top with eggs. rroin tnese panniers, 11 yon looked up, you saw two very long ears; if you looked down you saw four small legs, nnd between the panniers was the head of an ani mal. It was a donkey who bore 4.he heavy burden. The woman was in great haste to reach the city; but the donkey wa in no haste at all. On some previous oc casion ho had very likely been fed at the Inn, and he stopped there now, probably in the hope of getting some thing to eat. Nor would he budge a foot. The woman wns armed with a sUut stick about three feet long. With that she began belaying the poor donkey. shouting at him meantime. Then Bhe went behind and strove to push him on by main strength, putting her shoul der to his rump. Then she renewed the beating and the shouting. All in vain. Presently the donkey became sulky. perhaps revengeful. For to tne horror of his agonized mistress, he kneeled and then down went his hind legs, and tbe next moment he was rolling over on his back. His feet were in the air, and the eggs were everywhere. I could not help pitying tbe pjor woman, who sobbed, shrieked and danced wildly about in her distress; and yetl reflected that if she had fed the poor donkey instead of beating him so unmercifully, the disastei 'might not have occurred. I hope the same thought . struck her. ioutus Companion. Semarlcable Optical Fact. 1 A very curious fact Is the impossl bllity of moving your eye while examin ing the reflection of that organ in a mirror, It is really the most movable THE BEST IS, AYE, THE CHEAPEST." AVOID IMITATIONS OF AKD SUB STITUTES FOR HEST BANK WELLINGTON, O. Established in 1864. Capita UOO.OOO. Surplus $14,000. Doei a general banking busiueps, receives deposits, buys and sells New York exchange, government bonus, etc. Drafts issued on ell Euro pean countries. S. S. Warner, President. AVin. Cushion, Jr., Cashier Ii. A. Wilbur, Assistant Cashier. svf 4 Via faiuK i-at If vmi hnld vmir festivities which wert being held to . - . nm1 frv in ... vou eve mark the . royaT marriage. We ob- watehln it you caaEOt do itr tainea noreee wnere we neeaeu thiu . , nnmj, n1 ,, nt cnuruL without difficulty. And though we had beard much of the dangers of tho way, infested aa it was said to be by disbanded troopers, we were not once topped or annoyed ..- put it Is not my intention to ehroa Sole nil the events of this my first jour- iney, though I dwell on them with pleas lure; or to say what I thought of the towns, all new and strange to me, through which we passed. Enough that we went by way of Limoges, Chateauroux and Orleans, and that at Chateauroux we learned the failure of jone' hope we had formed. We had .thought that Bezers when Joined there ,by his troopers would not be able to got !relays; and that on thin account we 'might by traveling post overtake nim; land possibly flip by him between that place and Paris. But we learned at Chateauroux that his troop had re ceived fresh orders to go to Orleaqs ' - , , , ... - . .... all was ready, we went to our pallets, ana awau mm mere, xue reiui wuij but It km with hearts throbbing with i that h was able to puBh forward with excitement and wakeful eye , ! whys so fa. Ue was evkketly in hot ilf you look at the reflection of tbe nose, or any other part of your face, your eye must move to nee it. Dut the strange thing ia that the moment you endeavor to perceive the motion the eye ia fixed, jThla ta one of the reasons why a per son's expression as seen by himself in 'a glass la quite different from what It ia when seen by others. , Wut4 Monopoly. ' Qua De Smith went to a mtwxjuerad ball aa a harlequin. A few days aftev wards he met Oilhooly, who said: "Gun. I want you to lend me your harlequin costume for the next ball. , ot much. Was the response. don't wont anybody to make a fool ol himself In my costumo except myself." Texae Sifter. Tk Elf Utoktloo. ! "Love makes tbe world go round." The world ecema to go round, but love makes your head swim; that's the exr ylanoUon. Boston T!ttwi&- , S.S.Warner, 0. P. Chapman, TV" m. Cushion, jr., Edward TTest J. T. Haskell, S. K. Warner, Chas. P. Horr, Directors. 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