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Thoms and Orange Blossoms.
Vi THB AUTHOR OF ROMANCE OF A YOUNG GIRL. Continued. Someone was singing in the next room —a girl with a soft, clear voice— and Violet lay listening. Noiselessly Mrs. Carstone rose to open the door, SC' that they should not lose one word, and the sweet girlish voice sang on. ‘“I know not when the day may be, I know not when our eyes may meet, What welcome you may give to me, Or will your words be sad or sweet. It may not be till years have passed, Till eyes are dim and tresses gray; The world is wide, but, love at last Our hands, our hearts, must meet some day. Some day I shall meet you, . Love —I know not when or how; Only this, that once you loved me— Only this, I love you now. "I know not are you far or near, Or are you dead or do you live; I know not who the blame should bear, Or who should plead, or who for give. But, when we meet at length some day, Eyes clearer grown the truth may see, And ev'ry cloud shall roll away That darkens, love, 'twixt you and me. Some day I shall meet you, Love —I know not when or how: Only this, that once you loved me— Only this, I love you now.” The beautiful melody died away; but the woids of the song entered Violet's heart. It had needed but this to ill! her whole soul with unutterable longing for her husband, longing so great that it was almost pain. Tears filled her eyes, and Mrs. Carstone crossed the room to her quietly to kiss them away. “You must not agitate yourself,” she whispered. A strango coincidence happened that same evening. Although tired, Violet knew she should not sleep, and she asked for some books. Amongst others there was sent to her a volume of extracts; and the first lines upon which her eyes fell were these: “Marriage, rightly understood, Gives to the tender and the good A paradise below.” They struck her with strango force. Had she voluntarily deserted an earth ly paradise? Ah, let her but once return, let her but once more stand in the safe shelter of her husband’s arms, and she would be all that he could wish, she would love him with her whole heart and soul! Peer or peasant, noble or plebeian, mattered littlo now; she loved him. CHAPTER LIV. Two days had passed, and no an swer had come to Violet’s letter. It was the third day now, and the young 1 wife'B heart misgave her. Within three days, she and Mrs. Carstone had argued, a letter must reach any part of England. In the first flush of san guine hope she had felt Quite sure that the moment Randolph read her letter he would hasten to her. San had expected him every hour, every minute; every footstep on the stairs, every hand on the handle of the door, she had believed to be his. She had started a hundred times each day, her face flushing, her heart beating fast, a faint cry on her lips, which turned always into a wail of disappointment. It was the end of the third day. He would not come now; he was not In such a great hurry to see her. after all. And no wonder, she owned to herself in sorrowful honesty- no wonder, after all her caprices and the scornful fashion in which she had treated his love. Once a terrible disappointment happened to her. A hansom dashed up to the grand entrance, and some oue sprang from it ih hot haste—some one Who looked up at the wiudows of the hotel as though he expected to see a beloved face there. For one mo ment her heart stood still. It was surely he—surely Randolps—come at last. But, as the face and figure drew nearer, the were strange to her. It was not Randolph. A horrible sense of dismay came to her —a horrible fear What should she do if he never cam.' and never wrote? That was im possible; he must wiite. In all their little misunderstandings he had ever been the first to yield. A smite, a glance, a word from her had always brought him to her feet. Was it likely that he could or would with stand such words as she had written — “la>t us be friends?" Ihe dawn of the fourth day found hoi trembling between hope and despair. On the fifth day Mrs. Car •tone’s kindly heart failed her when she looked at the white worn face. My dear, she said, "you must not took so. Try to regain some of your indifference, some of your careless ness your face is becoming quite drawn and haggared." A l "* Violet, clasping the friendly hands in her own, cried in a voice that was pitiful to hear: WFt do not think my husband will answer my letter!” Mrs. Carstone tried to comfort her wMi all the gentle soothing women use to each other in the hour of dis- tress. It was possible, she urged that the letter had not reached him. There was plently of time yet. She must be patient, and, above all, she must remember how precious her life V 7.13. On the sixth day Violet shut her self up in her room. She had re solved on sending another letter This should not he a friendly invita tion, but a passionate appeal to him to come to her. She would not ask him to be friends, but she would tell him how passionately she had learned to love him. She would not break her news to him; but she would beg him to forgive her for the old love’s sake. “Think of me,” she wrote, "not as the proud, injured, haughty wife who bade you farewell, careless of your love and careless of your pain, but as the girl whom you wooed in the woods of St. Byno’s. In those days, I frankly own, love was new to me, and I did not love you as you deserved; now it Is different. Come back to me, Ran dolph, come back to me, darling, for I have learned at last to love you with my whole ..eart and soul, just as you loved mo at first. And, beloved, I shall wait uere six days—six days. If, at the end of that time, I have not heard from you, I shall know that you will never either write to me or come to see me again, and life will be all over with me. But you will come, beloved, you will come! My heart longs for you. You will take me in your arms and kiss me, and lay my head upon your breast!” She wrote the letter on her knees; she covered it with burning tears and passionate kisses. Then she carried it herself to the post. She put it into the letter-box, and, as it dropped from her fingers, turned to Mrs. Carstone with a smile more sad than any sigh. “That will bring me either life or death,” she said. “It will be life, my dear," returned Mrs. Carstone. "No man who loved his wife could turn a deaf ear to such prayers as yours. You have promised to wait here six days. Let us spend those six days more sensibly than we have the last. Let us spend them in shop ping. Have you money, my dear?” And the anwer was “Plenty,” with a dreary sigh. "You will want it all,” said Mrs. Carstone, delighted to think how easily she could make rip any -,itle deficiency of that kind. "After writing that letter, you must rest to day, and tomorrow we will go out shopping Have you any idea what we shall buy?’’ "No,” replied Violet; but there was a flush on her face and a shy, sv eet light in her eyes as sue answered. "Such marvels,” said Air? Carstone —"such dainty marvels of lace and embroidery—little pretty things that will make your heart beat with joy! And do you know for whom they will be?” “Oh, happy me!” sighed Violet, even as she smiled. "In spite of all my trouble, thrice happy me! ' "Thrice happy every good •roman to whom Heaven sends the gift of a little child!” said Mrs. Carstone, with tears in her eyes. “You will have no time for watching at the windows for the postman; the next six days must be spent in making provision for the future Lord Ryvors.” So during the next six days the beautiful face regained some of It3 color and some of its calm: for Violet was taken out of herself liy this new and keen delight an Mrs. Carstone was just as pleased. Violet roused herself from this new and engrossing occupation to ask where her husband was. No letter had yet arrived; until the end of the sixth day Mrs. Carstone would not have the question discussed. "He will come or write,’ she said. "It is not likely that, loving you as he does, he will refuse. If he u*d not Intend to come, he would at least write and say so.” The fifth, sixth, seventh day came without news or letter; and then they knew they must look the cruel fact straight In the face. He will neither write nor como now. said Violet, with the calm of despair, "I cannot decieve myself or buoy myself up with false hopes any longer; he will not come.” No.’ replied Mrs. Carstone; ‘l have been mistaken; he will not come.” The dainty purchases were ail packed. There was not more shop ping, they could remaiu no longer at the hotel. “In ten days more.” said Mrs. Car stone. regretfully, "I must leave you. My husband and son return from Huioad, ana I must join them. Will you come home with me?” "No. I thank you with all my heart, but I could not do that. Think for me—l cannot think for myself; find some place for me w hore I cau die.” "Die! What nonsense, my dear! Why should you die? ‘Hope on, hope ever.’ Let me think what it is best that I should do for you." She thought for some time, while Violet knelt by her side with a white despairing face. Suddenly Mrs. Car stone looked up. “I know the very thing!” she cried. “I have an endless array of poor relatives, and my husband is very generous to them all. I have a cousin, Miss Mary Marston, by name, who lives in a pretty little house at Weston-on-bea. I will take you there,, and you shall stay with her until you can see more clearly what better we can do. You must do your best to gain health and strength. I can come there to see you very ofter.” “You are so good to me!" sobbed Violet with a sudden burst of tears. So it was arranged. Nothing better could be done; and on the day follow ing the two ladies left the Great Northern Hotel and went to the pretty little house at Weston-on-Sea. Miss Marston received them with open arms; and Mrs. Carstone told her what she thought necessary of Violet’s history. Miss Marston prom ised to take the greatest care of the beautiful young lady. And there, within sound of the restless sea. Violet lived for many weeks. She never guessed the truth, that the letters sent to Ryversdale had fallen into the hands of the dowager, who, feciing sure that Violet would write at some time or other, had ordered all letters sent to Ryversdale to be for warded to Athelstone. The son had been too wretched, too indifferent to give any directions w-~ regard to his letters; he did not expect any from Violet. The dowager opened- both letters, read and burned them—then thanked Heaven that the danger was past, and hoped that the girl's word would come true, and that she would soon die. One morning Miss Marstone, going into her lodger’s room, found her lying with her face on the ground and a newspaper crushed in her cold white hand. CHAPTER LV. The fair sweet month of May, bringing its own fair crown of naw thorn—the fairest May that for many years had blessed the land. It came with the smile of sun and song of birds and sweetest bloom of flowers. Over the land lay a veil of tender green, the sea shimmered beneath the glorious sun. To one heart the sunlight, the song, and the flowers brought no joy, no happiness, no hope, nothing but the ehill of despair. For the long weeks had passed without bringing Violet any intelligence of or from her hus band. Mrs. Carstone had been several times to see her, and fouad her on each visit looking paler and languid, and more ill, each time more hopeless. "I shall never see him again,” wa3 Ih3 burden of her cry. I must not blame him. It was all my fault. Vhen I had his love, I did not value it; now that I have lost it, I am dying for it. It is strange, loving me so dearly, that he should not have sent •r e word.” "Do you think it possible that he may never have received the letters?” asked her friehd. “No; had there been any mistake in the address, they would have been returned to me. It is that he will not come, I have tried him too far. It :s best perhaps as it is. I shall die, and he will be free to marry the girl his mother has chosen for him.” And Mrs. Carstone this time had no cheering words. She agreed with Violet that he had lost patience and cared no more for his wife. She was terribly anxious concerning Violet, for the girl had clung to her with kisses and tears, imploring her noc to tell any one, either friend or foe, where she was, threatening that if sho did so, she would go where no one could follow her or find her; and Mrs. Carstone knew that she would keep her word, so that to neither husband nor son could she say one word. "I am sure I shall die,” Violet would say to her quite calmly, her woeful eyes looking over the restful sea: "and then they will all be happy. I shall be out of the way, and no more trouble to them.” "But what if you do not die?” asked Mrs. Carstone, anxious to rouse her. “You are a good woman,” said \ iolet, “and Heaven hears the prayers of such. Pray for me that I may die!” As she spoke she wrung her hands with a gesture of despair. She had given on hope. Once or twice she thought she would go home to Aunt Alice and ask to die near the bonny woods of St. Byno’s, where Randolph had first met her. As her strength decreased a terrible languor came over her. Her brain and mind wero ever employed. In imagination she was always with Miss Marr and her husband. She was sure that they were together. The dowager’s in fluence had prevailed; . Randolph had learned to took upon her coldly, and almost forgotten her. Oh, welocme death that would take her from such a troubled life! One morning she felt strangely 111 and weak. Sho went down to her pretty little parlor, where breakfast was prepared for her. Lately a crav ing for news had possesesd her, and she had ordered two or three fashion able journals, hoping to see her hus band's name mentioned, hoping to find out where Miss Marr was. This morning sho was rewarded, for one little item of fashionable news ran thus; The Earl and Countess of Prince thorpe have been entertaining a large and select party of guests at Prince thorpe Manor. Amongst the visitors were Lord and Lady Kintall, Miss Marr, Colonel Morton, and many others.” To be continued. In the house of commons It was ad mitted the boer war is costing $6,250,- 000 weekly. POSTAL TIPS FOR THE PUBLIC CONTAINED IN OFFICIAL GUIDE JUST OUT. POSTMASTERS ADVISED Are Told to Make Postmarks Plain— Failure to do so Causes Much In convenience—Other Orders of In terest to All Who Use the Mails. Madison, July 8. The June issue of the official postal guide has been received by Postmaster Keyes. The current number contains several matters of importance to the general public. Among the orders is one in reference of which often occa sions inconvenience. The order says: “The failure of postmasters to leg ibly postmark and back stamp mail matter has been called to the atten tion of this office. Postmasters are re quested to secure from the patrons all illegible postmarks or back-stamping and forward same to this office, divi sion of postoffice supplies, with a statement showing name of the office where the unsatisfactory postmarking and backmarking was done. Legible postmarking of every letter passing through the mails is required. Post masters have been given fair notice,, and future failures of duty in this re spect will be called to the attention of the officer having charge of appoint ments and removals.” There is also a statement in refer ence to the supply of the pan-Ameri can stamps. The demand for pan- American stamps to the present date has been far in excess of the supply. The bureau of engraving and print ing can furnish the department with only 2,500,000 of these stamps daily, while the postmasters’ requisitions aggregate over 5,000,000. Hence, in order that each postoffice may have an equitable share of these scamps re quisitions have been reduced in nearly every instance. This will necessarily be done in the future, and consequent ly delay in filling orders will often be unavoidable. This information is furnished postmasters, that the bur den of correspondence relating to the cutting down and delay in filling re quisitions may be lessened. No postal cards or stamped envelopes will be issued with the pan-American stamps imprinted thereon, and none of the stamp books will contain these stamps. The series comprises only the 1,2, 3,4, 5, 8 and 10 cent pan- American postage stamps. As these stamps are not to be sold unless specially called for, postmasters must at all times keep on hand an adequate supply of the regular series of stamped paper. The limit of weight of third—and fourth—class matter weighing more than four pounds shall be received by conveyance by mail, except single books weighing in excess of that amount and except books and docu ments published or circulated by or der of congress, or printed or written official matter emanating from any of the departments of the Smithsonian institution, or which is not declared unmailable under the provisions of section 3,893, of the revised statutes as amended by the act of July 12, 1876, or matter appertaining to lotteries, gift concerts, or fraudulent schemes or de vices. Postmasters are instructed to de cline to accept for mailing packages offered to them weighing in excess of the limit, provided by law, whether such packages are presented as free matter by officers of the government, I . * A LONG TRAMP. “To avoid the racket and smoke of the celebration I took a long tramp out into the country today” “What strange taste you displayed in the choice of an escort! Did your tall frieud prove to be an agreeable companion ?” under the penalty label, or prepaid as third- or fourth-class matter. The limit of weight does not apply to second-class matter mailed at the second-class rate of postage, or at the rate of 1 cent for each four ounces, nor will it be enforced at present against matters fully prepaid with postage stamps affixed at the first class letter rate of postage. The limit of weight does not apply to packages of Internal revenue stamps, which, under the statute pro viding for the transmission of such stamps by mail to officers of the inter nal revenue, may not be sent from any postofflee without regard to the 4- pound limit. Domestic mail matter Includes all matter deposited in the mails for lo cal delivery or transmission from one place to another within the United States and its inland possessions, and is divided into four classes. First —Written and sealed matter, postal cards and private mailing cards. Second—Periodical publications. Third—Miscellaneous printed mat ter on paper. Fourth —All matter not included in previous classes. Porto Rico and Hawaii are includ ed in the term United States, and the Island of Guam, the Philippine archi pelago and Tutilla, including all adja cent islands of the Samoan group which are possessions of the United States, are included in the term "isl and possessions.” The Daffy Dialogues. “George, dear, did you see the ac count of the marriage of that New Jersey couple? I mean the middle aged couple that went to the clergy man and were married?” “Why, they do that every day, don't they, my love?” “Oh, I mean the couple that were married and when the bridegroom looked in his pockets he could find only a single cent to pay the cus tomary fee. It was all the money he had in the world. Wasn’t that touch ing?” “It certainly didn’t touch the bride groom very hard. But why were those simple-minded paupers going into wedded bliss on such a limited scale?” “George, you haven’t any sentiment. To me it seems beautiful. Just think! With them love was everything.” “It seems to have been after the grasping parson secured the cent.” “Only think, George. They were contented to wander forth hand in hand—like Adam and Eve in the gar den; careless of what the future might bring, facing the world together and ready to share its burdens. Think of it, George! But one penny in their pockets!” "And the parson get that. But It was quite different with Adam and Eve, my love. They didn’t have any pockets. No, and they had no rent to pay, and no gas, and no coal, and they never entertained, and Adam didn’t keep up any life insurance, and Eve didn’t belong to any afternoon whist club, or Daughters of the Revo lution, or anything.” “But that makes the story of the New Jersey couple all the more in teresting. Don’t you see? They know about these obligations, and In spite of them they are willing to cast in their lot together. I really think It’s one of the most beautiful things I ever heard of, George.” “Perhaps it is, my love.” “But, George, at least you will ad mit that it is sentimental.” “Yes, my love, with the accent on the cent.” “Oh, George!”—Cleveland Plain dealer. Freight Fight on. Chicago, July 6. —An open rate fight for freight of liberal proportions is on among the trunk lines operating be tween Chicago and Missouri river centers. THEY PARTED AS ENEMIES. Truth Telling Between Friends ic a Rather Dangerous Experiment. Brown and Rumley represent the opposites that attract. They never agree on any important proposition, yet each have a love of argument that keeps them steadfast friends. •’Brown,” said Rumley the other day, after they had a couple of corn-cob pipes doing good service, I wish that I could live my life over again.” “Chestnut,” was the quiet comment “Everybody wishes that. What’s the sense of throwing yourself into the common herd?” “But this is different. I’m not pre tending that I’d be any great orator or political boss or writer, painter, statesman, promoter, contractor or any other kind of a splurge or money making citizen, but I’d know how to keep my earnings and to make my ex penditures where they would do the most good. I'd show a little better side to my friends and to humanity in general.” “Lots of chance for improvement, old man.” “There is, hey? I don’t see where you’ve got much room to talk. I guess if you’d take the concensus of opinion among those who know you it would come mighty near to showing you up as a shark. I started in to talk sense.” "And fell on the go, as us nal. I’m not going behind your back to tell you, Rumley, that you’re about as tight a financial proposition as ever looked for the best of it. Since our acquaintance began I’ve bought you more cigars and drinks than you ever bought for yourself. You couldn’t be any more saving if you had three or four more trials at living your life over again.” “All right, if that's the way you feel about it we’ll drop the subject. t started in to talk intelligently about the philosophy of life, and you drop us right into the peanut phases of the question. I’m going home and I’ll not be the first one to renew the acquaint ance. Have a cigar.” “No, I’d not smoke anything that you’d give away,” and neither of the old codgers looked back as they sep arated. —Detroit Free Press. FORTUNE FOR A NURSE. Mrs. Ethel Costello Has Fallen Heir to Nearly a Million. Mrs. Ethel Costello of Kalamazoo, Mich., has fallen heir to a fortune of $750,000. This good luck has come to her because she earned her own living as a trained nurse rather than depend upon a relative for support. Martinez del Pino Costello was a lifelong dealer in diamonds, and owned large interests in Brazilain mines and Central American rubber plantations. He was childless, and when his favorite nephew, Martin Cos tello, who has sailed on the South American coasting vessels and steam ers of his relative, found a charming young bride in Tampa, Fla., the old merchant desired that his new niece should visit him in New Orleans, where he lived in solitary splendor! The young couple did so. and the bride soon won her way into the affec tions of the rich uncle. Their married life was destined to be short. The young sailor husband was killed In an accident. Then the widow, with a little girl baby, came North in order to earn a living. She entered a training school for nurses and in due time graduated and be gan to nurse. Last February Mrs. Costello re ceived an urgent call to nurse her uncle in New Orleans. He was old and in pain. She went at once and nursed him back to comparative health. Then she returned to her home and worn at Kalamazoo. The only information that her attorney in this city, Jonas O. Hoover, is able to impart is that the will of Martinez del Pino Costello leaves $250,000 or $.100,000 to various southern charities, SSOO to his valet and SSOO to his brother. The rest, without reserve, is willed to the niece who had re fused to live in idleness in h!s home. At Last. They were quietly passing the sun down of their years. He had lived his three score and ten, while she was but four years his junior. People pointed them out as an ideal married couple. Once as they looked through some old relics of their young married days the wife came upon an old smoking jacket and held it up for him to see. Both recogrized it as a present she had made for him shortly after they were married. As she turned it over he lapsed into a reverie. Again there seemed to rest on him the sweet old glamor of the honeymoon. Suddenly he was called from abstraction by the utterance of his own name in danger ous tones: “Heniy!” He turned quickly. His wife's palsied hand held a letter which she found in the pocket of that old smok ing jacket. It was addressed in her girlish hand to her mother. “Henry,” she said sternly, “you told me you mailed this letter to mamma, and here it’s been in your pocket since 1850. —Ohio State Journal. After hearing evidence In an assault case between man and wife, in which the wife had had a deal of provoca tion, the Magistrate, turning to the husband, remarked: My good man, I really cannot do anything in this case,” But she has cut a piece of my ear off. sir.” “Well,” said the Magistrate, “I will bind her over to keep the peace.” You can’t,” shouted the husband; she s thrown it away! ”