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jusnct. I kit on a rlntid in the Rim.hinc, just over th riciinrlnir siem-. Wntcblnir (ilil llin.' p'll imttni.l, li.ini . 1 1 1 limit to Spi n.u-l In glc n. Aid 1 see with my imuIi- v.mm, .u,.i I mm. with my h -i i-1 U'l a pen, 'J'4e UditKB thut go un below im- tin uit iinttitneM ul men. I lee inrne In greedy sirivitiii -they s,-( jinn wop ni uii-ir wnti ind rl llli;S I' 1 Ace some In t h rn h oi envy ihcv slKi ithu the wens, ure hid clliKheil In iic.illi I ee mine wllh wily runninc tin y mcy i n li.ith r And llnru In the nii.lli y h'-i lininaw' 1 wnlrh l.rth i 5TIW worm scons u ii. .ice i, i uiiai..-; I i ok Willi a I,. Mil i ; ri...ie, lur 1 know thai 11 inn Justice, iiml I itdu nil the w im ii al'iiic: . Then the light or the orh nhiivo me l.ilhi i-li-ur on Ihi' illMinit mlli And 1 look on the end nf mutow -In-- end nt ilis'iess and wintli. I nee lii the fur-off lutnio tin- calm thin stinll hiiioiv hp When 1. Willi mighty w j.tu-, hae Inuunhl loiin my victory. I see nil the tangle- Klnnisiitom-il. tlie nnn of the pmir m.i.le right The rlrll to their level linnililc'l, t. wenk wllh their iti.nl of might, Ho I nil on my clmid in the sunlight, .nklii down on Hie li:itile strong, And 1 mile, fur 1 know thai. Justice k mi 1 1 rummer the wur.d ete inngl Lurunu V. Sheldon, In the ISew York 'limes. ! An Awkward Situation. Ambition to get leading parts Induc ed me to throw up a good paeitlon in tho North of England to join a man ager starting at Salisbury. The busi ness turned out dlt-nsiroiiR, the thea tre closing In a fortulght. I, an utter stranger to the place, with a wife anil babe, was taken III, and could hardly stir for days. But for a good-hearted landlady, I do not Know what would havo become of us. One morning, however, over a mel ancholy pipe In the grassy hollow be low Old Sariim, a my of hope dawned upon me. In my anxiety and depres nin one old ncauaintance hud alto gether slipped my memory. This wa a Mr. Atherstone, an art denier of Ikind street. Ho first knew mo when I had become assistant to a well known engraver, and watched my pro gress with great interest. I wrote telling him the whole story of my misfortune. A prompt reply followed. Apart from proof of Mr. Atherstone's good feeling for me his letter contained news that I read with surprise and pleasure not without reason, as the following extract will show: "I want you to undertake a commis sion that requires tact nnd discrimina tion. It Is private Inquiry, and has to be carried through at Shrewton Court, Merlvale, the seat of l.ord Mountralcon, within a few miles from Balls bury. Obtain perniJsrJon from the owner to see his art treasures. I shall forward to you a jewelled minia ture of Lord Mountfalccn, and want vr,.i tn ascertain If It. Is a facsimile of in the enllectlon. That Is the least Important point of the Inquiry ,tth u-hleh I put rust you. Kind out at any trouble, and with nil the skill you can command, the circumstances under which the fac-slmlle came to be painted. There Is a keeper of the galleries; try nnd mane inenus iui him. Keep the object of your visit as dark as passible." On again hearing from (he art deal er I wrote to Lord Montfalcon asking permission to visit his picture gnl leries. By next post I had the most courteous of replies, acceding to my request. One thing puzzled me, the handwriting of the note signed by tho nobleman was familiar to me. Where I had before seen It I could not recollect. Next morning I went over to Merlvale. Shrewton Court sit uated In a spacious park, command? oblects. One Is a o-ropef.,1 lonle. temnle. half hidden in white elms. So much a iiidoo " . did It strike my fancy that I left the .v. m nM.iin a close view. It yam,,,, - was prevented, however, by a singular u . i. t annroached a young lUVllll-lll. ' . . girl in white bounded down the marble steps. Her melancholy, yet uu.. ... face, and sunny tresses decked with ... tinea nilL'ht have been Ophelia's. To my perplexity she ad .ml rnnrteslert three times. Dl .' a i nmtronlv woman ran out of the building. She quietly took the girl by the hand and led her aura v ti,a chmwtnn rolli'ctlon would be famous If only for Its Florentine and r .i-utorniocea. While absorb ed ifefore them a light footfall behind aroused me. I turned and saw I-ord vionntf.lenn. His open, handsome excellent lot iHntinn nnvwhere. He said ItJI VI lain vmm-v. i v.va appn vou before; was It not uanva oui. From theatricals Lord Mountfalcon s talk glided into matters of pictorial . ..iv. k was evidently an an, in wuilii - . enthusiast. Half an hour passed, and kin iAaisf n -on-in.rked: uia tuiunuii ... taavA vmi. On no ac 1 mum m'w j- - COUDl IT11B8 IUB " There ia a portfolio of Rembrandt ,,iat have Roecial value n the eyes of a practised draughts man. Perhaps yon might also like to look at my bronzes, cameos and min iatures?" , i .i,miM. toy lord." I answered - .h am therA many?" wry .ii uv i. T i.m tinmhtr." replied his .en, 1 n " ij.i,in "varir renresentatlve, from tiiim a -n rnmvop to Ross and Moule niiiiwu BUM vvv. u ...i. v.,, itnnla I retard as nne as anything painted by Cosway. The u,0ii inn attend to Too. He .in v... .priora tn let vou see any thing In whloh you may take an In tjireiit." I'.ll. .1 Utilil- il !!! 1 v Mm i he i . t'llll. in fi.r t le Hints -l.- I fewer natiipu I v. l J m 1 1 mi l.mirl nient, uye. h nnd i ill'. I hour. .). tcry vanished about the handwriting sent to me the day be-yiro. I had known Mr. Samuel Cracken thorpe, and we were no longer on speaking terms. We had become Inti mate at Exeter, where he was then a lawyer's clerk and a small money lender. It was not long before 1 found out he was a mean, wily, Intriguing, treacherous fellow, and on discovering him grossly dishonest. I angrily cut his acquaintance. We met, of course, like perfect strangers, but Cracken thorpe's manner was polite, even to tiliReniiinllsness. ! had ItNiked at water color. hronzeR and prints and now asked for the min iatures. Thev were contained in three large cases, placed upon n table In the smaller chamber of Ilia blue gallery and unlocked at my request. Just as I was preparing to examine the works of art a footman entered and In formed mo it was his master s wish I should take luncheon. I could either sit down with Mr. Crackenthorpe or be attended separately. Hut I excus'd my self on 1he score of wanting to leave almost. Immediately, Intending to re sumo my visit next day. Left alone I examined several of the miniatures At last I unhooked the Mountfalcon picture. It represented th,nobleman In court dress. I satisfied myself on every point. After the closest srrut Inq I was convinced the miniature I carried in my breast pocket differed In nothing from the original. It was perfect In similarity of jewels, arms and setting. It struck me that I would compare the pictures. The light, being less strong in the northern than southern division of the gallery, I entered the brighter cham ber. There 1 looked nt the miniatures Ktdo liv side. I was aghast for a mo ment lest, thev should become dis placed. To tell which from which would have been Impossible. Putting the copy In my pocket I returned, plac ing the original on a small table near the cases. Some feeling' Unpolled me to again visit the south apartment, where I once more examined every point In the picture Mr. Atherstone Mv all absorbing thought was to get a clew to the history of that picture. My mediation was broken ny a faint, sigh-like sound from the Inner apartment. I looked around; It was ,,fnHv il tnrv nnd silent. Jim on peneciiy tsom.uy u.iu n.,... ( k l"r the tnini; THE SWEETNESS OF LIFE. Truly The Light is Sweet and a Pleasant Thing it is 'for the Fyes to Behold the Sun. bcclcs. XI... Life is sweet, brother." "Do you think so?" "Thinir n! There's night and day, bTother, both sweet things; moon and stars, brother, all sun, wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother, w no woum to die? 4. Romany child would wish to live forever." "In sickness, Jasper?" "There's the sun and tho stars, brother." "In blindness, Jasper?" "There's the wind on the heath, brother, and if I could only feel that I would gladly live forevor."-From "Lavengro," a story of the Gypsies, by George Borrow. - . . ... returning to replace Lord Mountfal con'g miniature, It had (ltsappeareu. My feelings can be conceived. 1 uearcbed In vain. Everything else sad been untouched. Amid bewilderment, terrible idea occurred to me. 1 anew Crackenthorpe'g malevolent nature. Had he, I thought, founa an opportun ity to pay off his grudge against me? It was time, however, to meet. 1110 uu flculty. Stating what had happened, 1 pooneittert Crackentnorpe 10 m oum summon h! master, If at hand. Lord Mountfalcon listened to my with the greatest calmness and patience. In reply, he eald most likely I must have maaverieuuy uik. ped the picture among the prints or other thing on the tables. The keep er and a footman were then ordered to make a search through everything. It was perfectly fruitless. The noble man, whoie eyea hud never left me, said: "What explanation have you? I learn thnt you have been alone with In the works of nrt more than half an hour, nnd during the time no one has Lent- near l!;e gallery. "It Is a matter of opinion, mv lord.'' I returned, looking hard at the Keeper. a noise 1 he:tri warrants my In l:ei that snnio mi" secretly (IM ei.ter." Do you wi.iit to throw suspicion on me? exclaimed ( Tackonthor pc. "It would not he the first time you bav. falsely charged me with dishonesty." Tho noble man waved his hand and said to ne: "It Is very painful to me, but I have no alternative. You must be search ed." 'Forbear, my lord," I calmly replied; "spare mo such humiliation." 'Hear mo for a moment only, cried the keeper. "I nssnre you be is a man of disreputable character," and creep ing closer to me. rraekentnnrpe struct my breast pocket nnd hissed out, "What have you there?" I knew full well, Heaven knows, but what could I do? "I have no property of Lord Mount- fnlcon," I said, "and Mr. Cracken thorpe knows that perfectly well. nisprave his charge, then, by pro ducing what your pocket contains, was the answer. "I ran have no more delay. If you again refuse what Is de manded one of my servants must Due off to Salisbury for a constable.' Surveying the whole situation, l an swered; Allow me n prlvnle Interview, Lord Mountfalcon, and 1 can give you Mieh an explanation that must remove all suspicion." What the nobleman's answer might have been I know not. At that mo ment a wild, mocking cry came from the garden. "What Is thai?" exclaimed Lord Moimir.'ileon. anxiously; "surely I know that round." In tin Instant lr had quitted the eiilYry. Soon confused voices, inter mlntli d with the angry tones of the n,ot..,. if the mansion arose in the corridor. Something unusual had tak en nlnee. In a few minutes I-ord Mnntfiileon at ra 11 gel v pale, entered and laid the missing miniature on the table. He said to me, with ex tended hand: "I deeply regret we have caused you n n.iieli mix ctv. ll' nr my exputiiu tlon. A niece of mine, unfortunately of weak Intellect, gained admission in c,,me i m-v ot leable manner to tne gai lew The noise you heard doubtless rum,, from her entrance or departure a ,i,.n.p otiuerveil her unattended .mi ftiowlni? the young lady saw In ..out conieihlnir into the rosnrv. It win the portrait takm fram the table wher JIM1 Oil'. I""". you should have been placed In such an awkward situation. I bowed and prepared todepart. Lord Mountfalcon would not hear of It. stat ing he wished to see me in private. "By the way," he added to Cracken thorpe. "It Is a mystery to me how Itdy Hester could have obtained en trance here. By means of that locked door she Is entirely cut oft from this side of the mansion. Has tho door been unlocked since my orders?" "1 have no knowledge of it," faltered .l.,n.l,,l IT 1 Oei' llV I UK-l the keener, turning pale sweet things; there's likewise a i , 1 u.l llnnnlfnlnnn nrftBHl1 til ttlO lird Mnnntfnlcon crossed to the rtnor. and it onened on the handle be ing turned. What transpln d I n:d not learn until an hour later. As I sat over my luncheon I began to see my way to the possibility of ob taining a clew to the history of the miniature In my pocket. Atherstone had given mo some facts, but I had been sensitive about disclosing them. It was not long before I was closeted with the owner of Shrewton Court. In the lull of conversation bis lordship observed in a quiet tone: "Wo It solelv an Interest In art which brought you to Merlvale?" I answered In the negative. "I. thought ao," was the reply. ' Now we have established friendly relations, may I ask why you at first so firmly resisted my demand of your being searched?" "Because, my lord," I answered, "I hare such a terrible witness of guilt mv nocket,' "What was It?" observed the noblo man. "Only this!" I replied, handing over ( the replica. 1 silence la the room was only broken by tho faint ticking of a small Kreii' h clock. "1 uni astonished," cried the noble man. "Surely this is my miniature. Yet, no! My own is slightly stained by the wet grass of the rosary. To whom does it belong?'' "I urn liinornnt." was the nnswer. "It has been in tho hands ot a dealer for sale," and one of his clients Is eager to ascertain how it came to be paint ed." "Who Is that?" was the Inquiry. "1 have no knowledge." 1 replied. "Well," observed the nobleman, " I would pay n handsome reward U find out the history of the thing. Have you any key to unlock the mystery?" "No," I said; "but most IlKeiy Crackrntliorp-. has. May 1 put him through n i l oss-examination In your presence?" "By all means," returned Lord Vniintfalcon: "It mav prevent his be ing lodged in Jail. That unlocked door in the blue gallery has revealed what a grossly dishonest fellow he Is. Ask him what you please. Sam Cracld tithoi lie, fearful of be ing prosecuted by bis master, answered every question I put. The examina tion, as near ns I recollect, was as follows: "Well. Mr. Cra'-kentlmrpe. you know this fiic-slniile of the miniature you asserted I bud ia my pocket?" "Yes." "Who palntel it?" "Mr. Motile." "Where?" "In my sitting room." "Who obtained his services?" "1 dl I." "At whose request?" "A lady came to see thegallerles af ter Lord Mountfalcon went off to the Mediterranean." "Iler name." "Miss Wineaunton." "Where did she see the original min iature?" "At Moslem, the Jeweller's, In Picca dilly." ' "What stnry was told the miniature painter to blind hlni?" "That, his lordship's sister secretly , wanted a etipy." "How came Miss Wineaunton to wish for a copy?" "Because she so admired the like ness." Three months afterward Mr. Ather Htonc and I witnessed the cen-inonv of the man-lane nt St. Corn-go's, Ham ver : Square, between Lord Mountfalcon .'.ml 1 the beautiful Lflilv Susan Brewster. A rival. Miss Wineaunton. bad insinuat ed the noblemen was In love witu ner, producing lis proof the miniature she. hnd obtained under suen .1...... ...... crafty circumstances. Lady Brewster returned Lord Mountfalcon s pictuie 111 o at of anirer. believing the falsehood. and broke off the engagement. On Mr Atherstone communicating no facts of the case Lu,dy Susan became reconc iled to her old lover. After the ceremonial was over Mr. Atherstone look me out for luncheon, later on. dallying with a cigar and a bottle of claret, the art dealer said: "I think we are in duty bound to drink to the health of the bride and groom." We did it tn bumpers. "By the by," continued my 1'1 friend, "I shall run down the week af ter next to Shrewton Court, for Lord Mountfalcon told m he had fitted you up capital quarters us the new keeper of his art galleric'S."-Wave.ley Maga zine. Not Pennies, but Cents. "There Is no such coin in the Cnlt ed States as a penny," snld Deputy Treasurer W. H. Olbson. v,hen asked about the supply of the Lincoln head 1-cent pieces. "Nearly every bank In the I'nlted States writes us for Lincoln head pen nies, and the thousands of people who came to the cash room In the lust ter days for these coins called them pen nles. The law authorizes 1-cent pieces and not pennies. When Ellis H. Rob erts waa United States treasurer he would not sign a letter with the word penny in It. It Is cent,' he used to say, 'and atmie people have more cents than others, and the way he empha sised the 'cents' made It sound very much like he meant 'sense.' "Phila delphia PreBs. Subsidence Of the Bermuda Islands. According to the results of studies by Prof. A. E. Verrlll, the beautiful Ponnuda Islands are merely the rem nant of an island, very much largei than the present entire group, hut which has sunk in the ocean. Tin original Island had an area of "no 01 400 square miles, whereas the Berrau das today are only about 20 squart 'miles In area. Within a comparative ly recent period, sbvr Professort Ver .111 iho rterniiiilas have subsided at least 80 or 100 feet. Their bajfoj i p; tne summit, ui 01. n..tv.nv luiwnn while their surfnre Is composed o" shell sand drifted Into hills 'by the wind and consoii'JLRted inflittwHoii A LADY'S MAN. On Monday I was Julia's knight. On J lleKihlV fitellll 1M On Wi s.hiv I with deep il' hiiht li ne nil II I v time tn ti'.llin Vile, On 'I h m 1 - hi y cm. rly I g'lv",, Alleolli.n to the :inls ot Ma, Oil l-'rl.liv I was ('lul l's sline .11.l Adeline's on Klllllilay. And now 1 have no ilonht you'll say 1 I'm K.irt-v 1.1 l.e 'ii.iilh your haul 'J'liin tov lUfoi'il uis pinny I'trny I I, 111 I'm .1 very Ih kle nun. Oh 11 .: that's not the truth at nil And Mill misjudge me eyel V way. 1 tine iesjininl to duty's eitll , I 111 In an escort hnl. -all's pay. N.nl nin M. Love, In tho New York Sun, Jin ; "Do you ever meet your wtte In town?" "Sometimes, when I don't see her coming." Houston Post. ' "Does he go out between every act? No; Just merely comes in be- , tween every drink." MoBton Herald. , Mrs. llenham "You havo torn my train!" Henham "That's all right; your train is long enough to be ia two sections." Judge. lilobbs "That girl has a beautirul j foot; such a high instep." Slobbs , "Yes, but she can come down on a fellow pretty flat-footed. Record. . ! "Why do people read the advertls- 1 ing section in tho magazines'.'" "Hay, 1 guess you never tried to read tne other section!" Cleveland Plain- f Dealer. ' i Hobble (to Keatherstcne) "Did j . I you know that you were a relative ot Jours?'' Feathers-lone "Since 'when?" j ! "Mother says that you are our weal: ; brother." Life. j, I "Those two statesmen are so an- . ! gry they won't speak." "Well," an swered Senutor Sorghum, "that's bet iter than starting a Controversy."" Washington Star. Tho girl (rather weary, at 11.30 p. .. '' nt.) "1 don't know a thing about 1 baseball." The li'iiu-"lyct me ex- plain It to you." The (ilrl "Very well, give me an Illustration of a ' home run." Life. I Daughter "Mamma, can't I have a 4 little money for shopping thlB morn- , , Ing'.'" Mrs. Malaprop "No, dear; . there's the (axes to pay, and I expect tho taxidermist around any moment." Huston Transcript. "Instead of boycotting beef why I don't you accustom yoiiielf to eat- ' ing the cheaper cms?" "There are no cheaper ul. There nre only the ex pensive, the more exiienslve, and tha unattainable." Chicago Tribune, "Dmgley Is awfully out of sorts since Mio Administration turned him down." "What does he say about ltry "He says he wishes the waters of o"j llvlon could roll over hlni." "Tl-Jen 1 why doesn't ho run for Vice Ppisl dent?" Cleveland Plain Dealer ' ' Aunt. Hetty "What'B ttfjmatter, 1 ICben?" "I'lide Eben ylvell, of all the brazen things I evr saw. l'nis ,t 'dty payer has dc,iu;trately copied ! that patent ineilldno id. about SI ! llosklns being cured of Inliueiizy by Using Judge Dopeman's l'llls that was in last week's 'Hardstrabble Clar- Ion' "Judge. 1 Mrs. A. "I do love lobster, but t never have them at home, because It seems so Inhuman to ki'l them by putting them In a kottlei of toiling water.'' Mrs. I!. "Gracious! I never kill them that way. It would be too horr.blc I always put them on la cold water and let them come to a boll." Uostou Transcript. 1 Laily (to commlUeeman-tooin clerk, who hands her a small bill announc ing a tortlKonilng political mcitlug In England) "Dut Is It possible for la dies (o go to these meetings?" Cleric I . "Vhv not?" LfldV "1 lhO'igM they " . were more or less of a rough nature." Clerk "Well, mudam, we've taken every possible precaution to keep out the suffragettes." Punch. J Why He Was Concerned. A big able bodied man of about midlife age shuffled Into the poor lav guardian's olflce and curtly bade tho. clerk good morning. "Wot d'ver mean," he began, "by knockln' off Poor bidder Snagg's parish pay? She's a 'onest, aid work In' woman whose nose is in the wash tub all (lav, an' It's a wicked shtime to rob 'or of 'er lorful rights." The clerk took down a big ledger and silently consulted it. Mrs. Snugg has married again," he said, "and the guardians have do ht shn is no longer enOtleil j to outdoor relief, and in any event, my man," no nu.ieu imi.i, . thould like to know if the matter it anv concern of yoursT "Concern of mine!" the man re sponded, "Well, I should rather think so, gulv'nor. If you stops the ol lady's pay you stops my dally ounce o' shag an' quart o' beer too! -I'm 'er noo' 'usband!" Answers. His Challenge. 4"h'e'Jude. "Now, prisoner, do jreu Wish to' challenge the Jury?" . The Prisoner. . "Well, guvnor. , I mind tnlilne on little four-eve UVI. w " . over there." The Tatler. . When the keeper entered the via