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WILLIAM LYLE* , uid I would ce»»« to lore her 1 b«r freshness »howrod docay 5 ur in« wrong, for as the river yjfgr, u» chamiol Z^gnitm lore, »ud rleerer £££ her beeutle. In display. ** „jijer, *bu grew dearer— De»rer every emy, ut 1 loved her for her beauty, Äd her heart beet. »Ini ply ojay, l,ht mine h»vo eeaaed lu worahip; Hut the truth'» resplendent r»y K mv tout end drew me nearer Tiîihe l» unt «hör« »weetuea* t»y. Ju the older, »till the dearer ■" Dearer every day. i»id it* hand» upon her- - ^IreilUe ill Nay. . * I7,outh » bloom my heart remember* \'Lt of faith fulueaa portray, 1i, .ball be mine to cheer her, £ Mr Winter »hall be May. older, »till the dearer "" Dearer every day. m mure away. m * TESSA. CHAPTER X. lhe twilight had deepened rapidly irùiÿ the last half hour, and It was « »> nearly dark as it ever would lonthat midsummer night Tessa «red the hall, paused a moment by « dining-room door, and listened till e distinguished Austen's deep tones a»? the voices of the other men. as she entered the drawing-oom. noticed her. Mr*. Cullender forgotten her grief for a time, and discoursing on the misdeeds of the sttty member, who had absolutely so irforgoliou himself as to vote against it Sunday closing bill. No one had sred during the time Tessa had been tent from the room, or seemed like 1 to move, and Tessa, after a few lisute*. slipped out unobserved. So*. if ever, was the time, she sought. Trembling at her own hold st, fie went back into the garden g notioned to Antony, who had ven ind up the laurel-walk and was aadlcg half hidden behind aomo iks btuhe*. to approach, She led la through the »ide-entrance. across »kali, up the »tair-case to the door !M* mother's room. Oh, how the ant« creaked—boar the balustrades taewl' Tessa was in an agony of srkst «orne one should hear the ntfr noise* and come to a*Attain «nute. Willi a heart lx*»u"g fast ilh aaiiety she stood outside the er tad wailed while Antony said his Khrowelt Ftrttap* ton minutes passed while to «u ni. though ll seemed more to as hour to her; then the dour ptnl. and Antony cam« out. Ilia rot toot, and Tessa noticed that he bis way along the passage like an* ruddeniy stricken with blind B» hbe noticed Um» that bo bold (Illy In hto fingers a half-opened Mdrôî sbich that morning aha had rooght. fr>-*h nnd dewy from the utos, and placed between the fin <cm>! the dead woman. •1 a»y keep ft?" h« »aid; and Tessa »'.tor bend silently. A» Mbeteasty as before they crossed * toll, passed the drawing nnd aing-room doors, and reached the tordoof. Te.. a breathed more free w»l last they stood outside in the w»i-*aik. She would have flown •k to the house at once; but Antony toiesd her to ask a few more ques ta* about hi* mother's Hines*, nnd WTO-impatient a* she felt—was too *7 ' or him to refuse hi listen. u ,H * m ' «'T- v «'ry good to 5 »b« t 'arvllno!" ho »aid at last. i show my gratitude. I •J»»? if you «ore really my little --«od hi# voice grew deeper, hto «wro impressive with each Hw * **ho you in my arm# ■ bi»** nnd thank you for alt your «a**» |q me and her. As it la"— • to lifted Tessa'# clasped hands to •"ysand kissed them with a chiv. "J? bnderness that reminded Teasa Wweland— ••! ran but thank you »-bid Heaven bless you and make »*wy happy in the life that Ilea bo IM I..., Ifsvp a low »ob. Sadly she wf hands away from tho detain* MM ■^•hye." she said gently: and turned away. Ho ran down and, pausing at the gale. .. hi " hut In a last farewell. * her band In return. ■•jh 't" 0 ' 1 hyo. good-bye!" the said. JH,, * *'' rr * landing In her eyes; i^Brli »mile hovered round P« s* »h„ turned to re-enter the 1,11,1 saw Austen stand. 1 1,11,1 •"•hind her with auch n Wj 1* J 0 " 1 * concentrated anger Ij»" '«thing on his face that her * ,i11 w, *h terror. She blood ,0 hoart rush to her face, ebb , a# quickly; but. with a V *' * ho ,orced * pitiful smile I 1» r " T° u looking for mo, Aus ilh " f n,d * putting her fingers ll on "Is arm. "I thought you •ho dining-room with the l»r *.j, 00 Joubt you thought I was ° f ltln Wtt y somewhere!" •■Hi«hi!I'T* 1 " ith * » np « r ' '■"»Ith * < ' 0 " , ' d ovor Mm little fin ' hJ B ' ni,>l rl,l "P- Silently lie 1 the hall Into a small et»i U l Wlw apart for hi* b»M *1' , llnd ttnd locked tho ■*, d him. •olcnin At any other time proceeding* and hi* atom tefnl'i''! httv ° mov '' d Tessa lo *0tt«d U , ,!,,Hnco < but she was loo "■«I J^ nd "orvous now to feel » m„„K a wa * quite Ignorant hftd "CC" or hoard ln,, ' pvlpw with Antony kB* tooth«» ° P 1,01 lu! llttd recognized - und »be determined that * def«„4 ,n bo accused boforo »to nân d " 0n,nlf - »he folded her •>b „ ? nd * ,ood luletly by h "Waiting f„ r b| m * poltk . a * 11 long »llenco. Tessa nnd Austen could not, | m ty l '"ul, I J not "I urn waiting, Teana «tXSXAÀf* «my trace cold and i.m led ° Ut 01 hU voice; '"'«l »P pitflOUBW into the face which had aaddënW «•own «, cold and »torn. " ly faltered****** *** Au " ton? " ''K™ i* 16 explanation which even îw^ïrîhîîm' * band °ned. lost to all »in«« or «bame a« you mu«t fa % v m «cknowled K « I have a right ^tcT'tlo mand, Austen returned coldly. 1 casa » finger» twined and untwined nervously. Oh If only he could hëkl îw T, b , Ul I*" h,!r how muc!l n. » Stat?" easier! -Explanation of what-I don't demand, she stammered. "You must be to task so much un by so of . , . remarkably dens«! —and Austen sneered again. 1 will tell you then, as you ask mlssod you from the drawing-room, went in search of you and found you— oh, you know well enough, there is no need to assume that look of virtuous indignation-with your hand clasped 111 your lover's—witnessed your fare well!" "My lover?" "Well. 1 , . , Tessa started and looked up with a sad little smile. thought you were that. Austen,'' Tossu went on softly. "1 was; but 1 resign the privilege; I have no wish to share it in common With other men," Austen said haught ily—-either with Cleveland one elae." nor any •■Cleveland?'' Austen could almost have fancied that Testa looked llevod. "Vos. you nei^d not deny it— U Cleveland; I am sure of that." he turned coldly. "It would have been hsd enough if it had been any one else but Cleveland— » married man! Oh, it i* » hamful, horrible! You must In deed be lost to all sense of decency when you can *LaI out of the bouse, where the woman who was so good to you—the woman you professed to love so well—tie* dead and cold in her cof fin. to hold clandestine meetings with a lover who to too a married roan!" T«*»*»'# heart sank at the cold voice. Anything, any anger, however great, would been better to bear, easier to overcome, than hto calm, passionless contempt. ••Surely, if be knew alt he could not be mure angry!" she thought, and she pul out her hand and touched hto aleevegently. "Austen, will you please listen a roomel?" »be began; but Auston moved be bond away quiet ly, but with a little loathing gesture from which Tu» cowered as from a blow. ro ws* ro> I "'.Vhy should I listen? To be fooled again?" be said, in hto cold, bitter voice. "It to not the first time I have seen you together. Scarcely a fort night ago you were with him In the laurel walk at an hour when no dis ent girl would be out of her home even w ith her promised husband. 1 saw you with him! Oh. I remember It well enough, and how a few minutes after wards Ihn lips which had just betrayed me smiled at me and kissed mo with Judas's kisses!" A »trange feeling of unreality and numbness was stealing over Tessa. Oh. well might Austen's enemies call him hard and unforgiving, she thought. Was it possible that those stern cold eyes were the eye* which had so often looked Into hors full of intense pas sional« loro—that those condemning lips had ever whispered protestations of cndle*» undying love? She felt powerless to struggle against auch overwhelming evidence—against such astern judge. She looked helplessly round tho room, noticed with a linger Ing tenderness each familiar object. It was a very shabby little room; but Tessa hail spent many a happy hour there, nnd every picture, nay. cyery chair and table, seemed to bring back with tantalizing distinctness those happy memories. Austen's lathe stood In one corner, hto fretwork machine by the window. Only b month ago Tessa had received a sharp reprimand for meddling with and breaking some She remember of hto favorite saws, ed her saucy retort—the lover s quar rel—the pretty little scene of recon ciliation which followed. Win It only a month ago? It seemed like a year. •She managed to speak she thought» at last. "Austen, you will ploaso listen to me for a moment!" aho ploaded. "I know what you saw lo-night and be fore must havo seemed very strange to will listen—If you will you; but If you lei mo explain. ••Explain? Conduct such as yours is Incapable of explanation— saltofnc tory explanation, at all event*, Aus ton answered eoldly. "No. • w111 "" listen I bollovo tho evidence of my sense, sooner than any lying t»t« T 1 » 1 choose to furnish ,up. Once baton! wailed;" and hi* voice grew colder and sterner each momont. "I hop* would explain Cleveland s pres hero nnd at that hour, and you wore silent. I n m admit I hove been . „„d what you were; but I truste I would not believe. over now—I havo done You may .lay here If JR»*" will always lie a homo h «•* prefer Cleveland to me. to him— to your now once von | MM over. " n f „„in 0 nd Tessa gave a IJ^tle y , I WO rds bewilderment os tho h r foll upon hor ears. She s 1 hands suddenly o*IJ"oart * ty this must bo as dying 1 ««i —"since you ou had better go l •he thought vaguely—Juat this same hn , ,w? y .r then the °° ld inaensl blllty that followed. She felt strange y quiet and Mlf-posBOBsed all at once. There was even a steady »mile on her pale face as she looked at Austen. "Yes, perhaps that would be best. As you say. I had better lover,'' she said slowly. And then she turned and walked steadily across the room to the door. Nie looked back tho key. "By-and-by you will remember, Austen, that you would not listen," she said, In a sweet unfaltering voice; then the door opened, closed gently.' and ' l °!S Cleveland, who'"was not supjTed to°b 1 on the Continent, joined the funeral procession the next day. He had been n franco for a week or two, so he J.rr,ss while there he lmd heard of Mrs. He van's death and decided to remain in England a day or two longer and at Und the funeral. was a little disappointed, know ing that it was the custom go to my new once as she turned among the Society of Friends for the ladies of the family to be present at the ceremony, not to see lessa. Ho inquired after her, and was told by Mrs. Callender that she was not at all well, and had preferred to remuin at home. "You will give my kind regards her. please?" he said. Austen stared in bewildered wrath at his quiet audacity. Jt was scarcely the time or place to make nor was Austen a likely man to show his feelings; but Cleveland's presence seemed only a studied Insult, and It was with difficulty he refrained from requesting him to leave the proces sion. And, when the 1 eremony was over and Cleveland with one or two others approached and offered his bund with a few murmured words of sympathy, Austen pushed it aside with an odd passionate gesture. "Your presence here is an Insult to me und mine!" he said, in a clear low voice full of intense contempt and wrath. 'Two or three people standing near noticed and commented on the odd lit tle episode and Noel's startled face. Ho drew back with a stifled exclama tion. then shrugged his shoulders with careless contempt. Austen had always been a queer crotchety fellow; ho grew queerer every day, Noel thought, matter, of course—only ho was sorry —unfelgnedly sorry for that poor lit tle girl! The "poor little girl" meanwhile was sitting in her chamber meditating a desperate resolution, deadness of despair which at first had ulinost overwhelmed her hod now giv en place to a passionate indignation and she would not stay a day, not an hour longer than she could help. She had her own little income—tho sixty pounds a year of which Mrs. Callen der hod once ipokcn »0 slightingly; fortunately she liod not spent any of the last half year's installment, und there was quite thirty pounds in her desk. This would be sufficient for some little time, at all events, until she would go back to Charente —Ma dame Frojus would be delighted to have her back again, and she had al ways been happy there; but just now for a short time she would ask Antony to take her In. to - ; a scene. It did not The numb TO OF. COXnSl'ED. We All Know Him. Justice Duffy (addressing n culprit) —"What Is your name?" Accused—"That all depends. My late wife never called mo anything ex cept Johnny. Nome folks call mo Happy Jack. In the elite directory I am down as John." "What to your family name?" ••I don't know. I never had any family." "What is your age?" "Twenty or thirty or forty or some thing like that." "Night before last you were caught entering a house on Madison avenue with a ladder." Judge, thcro is a mistake some* whee. You seo tho house is adver tised for sale, and I've been Intending to invest in real «slate for some time past in that nclghoorhood." "Your moans are too limited to allow you to purchase real estate. Besides,* it is not usual for would-be purchasers to Inspect houses at three o'clock In the morning. " ••My business keeps mo employed during the day." ••What do you do during tho day?" ••That dc|Mjnds on the weather, tho weather is good 1 manage to get to the saloon at live o'clock, agreeable days 1 got there about eight." ••When the servant caught you en tering the house vou struck him. " "Ho insulted me. Ho called mo a thief. What would your honor havo done In a crisis like that?" • •No comparisons, If you ploasc. You knocked the man senseless.'' ••He didn't havo any sense in tho first place, or ho wouldn't havo called mo a thief. Besides, I am absent minded. " ••When you woro arrosted a gold watch and other valuables wore found You took them in a If On dis on your person, lit of abstraction I supposoP" "You *ay a watch was found 011 mo? Well, now I am surprised. Tho only WIIV j 0Rr , account for It 1 * that I am charged with electricity." "No, you are charged with stealing th0 WRtoh - n,lV0 you ttnythlnB 10 say P ••Yes, your honor; I move tho pre vious question. " "What's thatP" "To send out for a pint.' ..Remove tho prisoner. He Is com m |ttod to await tho action of tho grand „ .... , . , w hoover beheld the ominous form »aw nothing but the appalling mask and the corpse cerements; a spectre in tl,e fraraival of the dead - Thw P«™ 00 was Rosaura Montalboni, who stood before her judges fur the fourth time arraigned; ïr 1 f r ; he :° unh *r *", ffensG wh,ch > »trange to say, de fends and contains in the very accusation its own exculpation. What was the accusation? TOO BEAUTIFUL A Stsry frem >«U«tsI It»!;. In the year when Ferdinand of Medicis ascended the throne of Florence it happened that, they brought before the criminal tribunal a woman whose face was covered with a death mask. The remainder of the figure was hidden to the ankles in a large clonk, the cowl of which was pulled over the forehead. an They accused Rosaura Montalboni of lieing too Iieautiful. 80 beautiful, that when on a morn ing she stepped to her windows the people crowded together in the street and the vehicles could not pass for the throng and the officials of the Ducal Government kept on admiring her for hours instead of attending to their duties. 80 Iieautiful, that since she resided on the right bank of the Arno, whole row of palaces were erected there while the left bnnk fell into de cay because noblemen, merchants and skippers all settled on the other side. 80 Iieautiful. that when she entered the Church of Santa Marie del Fiore the men turned away from the altar towards her, and took home with them from the sacred place chagrin and damnation instead of consola tion and salvation for their souls. Whenever the fishermen of a morn ing pulled out of the Arno the corpse of a pale youth, he was surely a mis erable enthusiast who had killed him self for Rosaura's sake; when the night watch in the darkstreetsenme across the body of a velvet-dud knight, who with a dagger thrust in his heart, lay swimming in his blood, he hod fallen for Rosaura. who,perhaps, hud smiled sweetly on him and there by kindled the raging jealousy of his rivals. Oncefaniinernvaged the town. The mob was howling, having no bread, nnd burst ferociously into the palace Montalboni, whose mistress used to bathe in milk, to sprinkle the flowers of her garden with wine and to give daily banquets while the masses out side were dying of hunger. When the furious multitude burst open the por tais of the palace nnd driven to flight the richly dressed attendants, itos nurn all alone came down the marvel ous golden hair floating down her alabaster shoulders, while she was cooling her rosy face with the grace ful waving of her diamond-studded fan • * and the dumb, the ringleaders of the uproar kissed the hem of her raiment, nnd the mob withdrew. They had clamored for broad, Rosaura gave them n gracious smile nnd they were content. Throe times, for her beauty's sake, had ehe lieen accused by indignant fathers whose sons had fallen victims to the fatal charms of Rosaura ofbe ingtoo beautiful. The Judges heard the charge and summoned the accused. Reality surpassed the charges of the most vehement accusation, Ro saura was more beautiful even than she had been accused of being. And still the Judge ruled: "The charged is sustained. The offense has l>een committed, The prisoner is discharged." Her beauty was a groat offense, but a still greater excuse. When she looked her Judges in the face they forgot tho I-aw; if she wept, they swore she innocent; nnd if she smiled at them, they were ready to declare even them selves guilty. But when the Master of the Ducal Treasury stole the funds entrusted to him and then kicked himself because he had squandered everything on the fair one there could be no more mer cy extended. The fair dame was again arraigned before the tribunal nnd with a majority of one it was de creed that she lie \>anished forever from Florence nnd her beautiful body be branded. The place of execution was in front of the notorious Palazzo Pizzi. A dense humanity thronged the vast space nnd the roofs of the adjoining hotwes whence they could see the age. The bewitchingly up; the executioner took the red hot branding iron nnd tore the silk gown from Rosnura's shoulder. And when he saw the velvety snow-white shoul der he forgot that he was the execu tioner, and instead of hot iron he pressed his burning lips to it. The jest cost him his head but sav ed Rosaura, for none could be found to execute the judgment against that swelling beauteous shoulder. Every one that saw in would kiss it, but not disfigure it with the glowing iron. The miracle came to the eyes of the Grand Duke. Casimo was then already an aged man, much in clined to piety; so that when they brought the lady before hint at his liehest he pardoned her nnd sus pended the branding sentence. Hence forth Rosaura Montalboni dnred be Iieautiful with impunity. Nobody dar ed any more to accuse her beaming cyss, il.« coral lips, theseductivedimp a uluec was struck st fair dame was led le* In the rosy cheeks, or the sin-en chant-smile. After Casimo young Ferdinand as cended the throne. Even as a boy he had become ac quainted with Lorenzo Frascati, his senior. Lorenzo turned painter,Ferdi nand became ruler; but even as such he did uot forget his old friend. He had him come from Padua to his own castle to have him participate in his power and in his pleasures. Lorenzo was a gay youth, ever in clined to jests, as painters mostly are, and with his droll conceits he caused the Duke muny a happy hour. All at once he began to be serious and meditative, and the merry jests came no more. On the bank of the Arno Ferdi nand orderet! a new chapel to be erected, and in order to give Lorenzo an occupation and pastime lie commissioned him to adorn the interiorwithpaintings. Lorenzo worked dilligently. From early dawn till inte dusk lie was lock ed up in the chapel and even when he left it he locked the door behind him lest no one saw his work till it finished. Once Lorenzo did not leave the sa cred edifice ior three days, nor then did he admit any one, so that his anxious assistants hurried to the Duke to inform him that some harm must have befallen their master, lie had already remained in the chap three days without lood or drink. Now the Duke himself hastened there, and when all the calling and knocking remained fruitless, he order ed the door burst open. Astounded he gazed around him, for the ceilings and the walls bore without exception the one and the female face—the same face with the palm-bearing Saints ascending to Heaven ns with the Angels smiling down on them; the same charmingly beautiful woman face with the peni tent Mrgdalen and the Madonna of the altar painting. And the face which filled the whole house of God was ever the same—it was the coun tenance of Iiosaura Montalboni. The artist himself was seated on the pulpit, his stold glancing gliding from one image to the other; he rec ognized neither his friend the Grand Duke, nor his companions, he saw nothing but his painted phantoms. He hail become insane and bo re mained till he died. The Duke ordered the plaster re moved from the walls, hadthechureh dedicated anew and closed it. The Prince was yet young; he knew not yet what witchcraft there is in the eyes of woman and that they are irresistible. For thefourth time Rosaura Mon talboni was brought before the high tribunal; and this time they put a death mask on her face lest the beaming of her beauti ful eyes, the smile of her purple lips again bring the Law to naught. "Art thou that fair Rosaura Mon talboni who causes the perdition of young and old through the clmrm of her contennnce?'' Tlius the the Judge asked the dentil mask. "I am," replied the death mask. How hollow the answer sounded from behind the disguise. "Is it true that whosoever beholds thee loses his reason over thy beau ty?" ; i H "It is true," responded the death mask, turning the frightening lone face to the inquirer. "Knowest thou the number of those who for thy sake rushed into death in order to cast off the life that had become to them n curse?" The death musk sobbed. It is true, no tears poured from the empty eye holes, but the sounds of weeping pen etrated through the hard bones of the mask. "Rosaura Montalboni, listen to the judgement inflicted upon thee by the tribunal: "For the whole duration of thy life thou shaft remain imprisoned and se cluded from all other prisoners. But lest thou mightest seduce with thy fair face thy gaolers or their superiors thou shait wear this death mask as long ns thou livest, that everybody who behold thee be frightened nnd (eel only terror instead of love for thee." Did Rosaura Montalboni turn pale when this sentence was pronounced? Did her charming features quiver in horror? Did the rosy lips tremble in pain and dismay? The death mask reniuinej stiff and immovable. a After 39 years Ferdinand died. He was followed by Casimo the Third. At his ascension to the throne he issued a general amnesty for all who languished in the prisons of his realm. It was the duty of the Judges to search in the records and to establish in each case whither the amnetsy was deserved. Then it was learned that there was a woman in prison whose offense had consisted in being "too Iieautiful." For this she had been inprisonsd for life andcondenmed to wear a death mask. When they released nnd removed the death musk they discovered under it a face just as cadaverous, withered, with deep sunk eyes, skin clinging to the bones os the mask. This was Rosaura Montalboni who, long, long years ago, had been con demned so cruelly— she was "too beautiful." a er A strip of thick pa|ier or pad laid over tho edge of each stair, under the carpet, will preserve a stair car pet from wearing through for a con siderable time. When purchasing stair carpet buy at least two yards more than the length required to cover, in order that it may be re moved every fortnight. Tire Mu sc alar Prelate*. f rom America. Bishops Potter of New York and T udley of Kentucky are both disciples of muscular Christianity. The former knocked down two or three cowboys in Nebraska several years ago, and prevented them and their followers from lynching a fellow who had com mitted an offense too trival too jus tify such severe punishment as Judge Lynch metes out. Bishop Dudley, while on a tour through his diocese, arrived one Sunday morning at a settlement of the toughest backwoodsmen. He went to a corner grocery to ask for the use of the school house. The spokesman for the crowd there as sembled, through occasional trips to town, had become enlightened con cerning Episcopal ways. "We will let you have the school if you will agree not to wear them petti coats of youra," he said. The Bishop refused to agree to this condition. "I intend to wear my gown this morning, and if you ob ject I will preach to you in my shirt sleeves to-night." Both sides showed fight, but the pluck of the bishop impressed a rough blacksmith, who insisted that they should give the person a show, and they did. After the morning service the same horny hand was held out to the bis hop with, "Parson, jest call on me if them fellows tries to stop your carry ings-on to-nght." That eveningand always thereafter he wore his gown in that place, and could have com manded its inhabitants to march into a burning furnace if he had wished. A Clever Woman. Once, while traveling in the West, she was obliged to take a seat in one crowded car, while her friends en tered next. Her neighbor in the seat was a disagreeable-looking fellow, whose features showed an alarming amount of low cunning, promising actual knavery. In spite of the English woman's distrust of him, she fell asleep, and was awakened by feeling her companion withdrawing his hand from her pocket. Her first impulse was to raise an an alarm; her second to ascertain the extent of her loss. It proved that the thief had only succeeded in taking her baggage checks, and as his ticket was marked "Chicago," the lady re sol veil to wait until they reached that place, also her destination. The train ran into the station at Chicago, the pick-pocket made his way to the door, and the lady walked beside him. A baggage ex press messenger was passing by the car, and the lady stopped him. "This gentleman has the checks for my baggage," she said pointing to the thief. The messenger turned to the man who, astonished at the suddenness with which the tables had been turned, hastily produced the checks disappeared in the crowd. and A High Climber. The champion steeplejack is prob ably William Green, Londoq. He has repaired no fewer than 53 towers and spires, including that of Salis bury Cathedral, 404 feet high; Louth Lincolnshire, 350 feet; Grantham, 320 feet, and Whittlesea Cambridge shire, 280 leet. He has also built or repaired over 550 chimney stacks, the highest being 320 feet.* He has been in the employment of the gov govemment ns a driver. After the Tay Bridge disaster he recovered ten bodies of the ilt-tated passengers, and helped to raise the engine and tender. One of the hardest pieces of work he ever had was on a big chimney at Seeley's flour mill, Lincoln. ''This chimney was 280 feet high, with a diameter of 70 feet at the bnse and 8 at the summit. It was three feet six inches out of the perpendicular, but in nine days Green and three as sistants had set it to rights by using screw-jacks. An Bid Resident. Eccentric Fred Eliot has just died in Boston, nged eighty eight years. He had lived at the Quincy House for thirty years. On one occasion it is related that the old man stepped up to the cashier's window, where stood a brand-new cashier, to settle his monthly hill, quired the cashier, reply; "one E, one L, one I, one O, T. The transient list did not con tain the name Eliot, and looking up the cashier gravely put the question: "When did you register, sir? I don't find your name on the list." .The old man drew himself together, and, giving the young man a withering glance, replied: "Wnl. ns near as I can figure it, it is about twenty-seven years ago." What name?" in Eliot," was the Heath for Kissing the Dead. Mrs. William Savory, of Northeast, lies dying, o sacrifice to her love for a dead friend. Her dearest young friend, Miss Stella Simpson, had died of consumption, nnd when Mrs. Sav ory heard of her death she entered the room whore the corps«» lay and kissed the lifeWs lips of her dead friend passionately. Tho undertak er who was temporarily absent from the room, had just saturated the face and lips of the dead girl with a. poisonous liquid. Mrs. Savory,hav ing absorbed the deadly poison, waa. »tricken 11 few hours Inter nnd her sufferings are exerutiuting.—Phila delphia I'rcss.