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Bmmme r jjfetl M tf -? - - isPf . ouw vary star are tram the iftfgtcora b WS axpsMtea rbut the star that lend from room te roo fa lr f rrt i" '"- - Cbsrics Lawrennjr'ord. MODERATION. t not furiAM f or your to to bat T&stttdosutssyoamU. We may outrun, SV'aSi lLSl!W Aad ieso fcysvsr mining. TEN MNUTES A DAY. Mollie had given, up her music. Every one regretted it. jhmsu missed the light touch of her daughter's topn on 'the piano, which sometimes stood silent for weeks, and rejoiced when Mollis de clared herself to be in a musical mood, ""JCiuuijo sbe only played snatches of her old pieces, and those Indifferently well; And pap,' requests for his favorite melo dies were too often met with the unsatis factory answer that "Mollis couldn't ploy .- -.tbeci sow she mu til oat of practice." , Brother Tom crumbled when she railed la V bis accompaniment, "that, after all the time she had spent drumming on that old , piano, if she could sot play simple things like thus It was a pity." His sister folly cgreed with him, and did not change her Blind as time passed on and ah was asked to play at several little gatherings of her friends, where "Mollie'a amsio" bad always been one o! the pleaaanUst features of the evening, and she was bilged to decline on the tiresome plea of "not playing without her notes." "I think it's too bad," exclaimed Bes sie Arlington, one of hex special cronies. "Moliie vised to play so lovely, and she w&a slirav an yiIm An3 obHHnir SLhnnt ft i and played wheneTcr she was asked; and , - ucrc uu uuo w iamjo uvr )uw out CiTa Harris, and she has to be teased so long 1 before she -will strike a note that it spoilt L all the pleasure." "So it does." said another tdIc. "And now that MoUie's out of school she ought tc iTi t?7T U practice trrso OTS a day, if she wanted to." "Oh, Bosejvwton" ied Amy Leslie, "you don't know anything about it. Just -u tut tou leave scnool, ana see now many boars you practice sr do anything , regularly, -It's awfully hard. You don't accomplish as much in a year as yon would in three months of school." - . "Allowing to a lack of system," said V. Bessie, with the tone and manner of one -ywnopad been torougn vanea experiences i and aermtreii T&Kt stores of wisdom tier. - . from. The girls laughed. 'I suppose it's so," said Amy, "be Mollie is systematic; rather, at least, she means to be," she added, not feeling quite sore of her ground. "And she is busy al rnostalltbe time." "She is a dear girl, anyway," said ber friend Helen Starr. "And I know she te too busy to practice, for it does take a lot of time. Only it seems a pity." So It did, and no one realized it mors than Mollie, When she left school a year before, she had congratulated cerseli on the fact that her time was her own, and she could spend it as she pleased. ''Bat, for that reason she would not wast f.!tShCrould be rery diligent, and though -arsfce should not study in the summer, she r would continue her music She hid a fair touch, was a rapid reader, and played. 4 w wltn expression ana accuracy; tier en f great falling was a dislike to steady prnc f tice -aTaricc perseverance. Such being . the case, perhaps it was not strange thai, ramid the vacation gsyeties, her hours of 'practice crew lees and leu frequent, and finally ceased altogether, and she trusted to her memory and former instruction for her present skill. And so the days slipped by, bright with pleasures, that by and by would have glided Into joyful memories; and the autumn came, and Motile re turned to "her home, but the music was not resumed, "it seemed as if she nevet had any time;" which often meant she did not take it. But, to Mode's credit, bo it said hers was a busy winter: she studied French and German, attended a literature cIgas, and was a member of a Shakespeare club; and H. -is probable she might sot hare realized that ber musical talent was decreasing, but that one day, when she vsa playinz'to her friends, sti broke down in the middle of ber piece and bad to lc&Te the piaiia Falthf ol practice 6wr-tbe"obe-Htlting needfoL and Mollis knew it; but, like many older and wiso e soula, sJ resolved and planned, and s failed to eaecnte. And the months rolled on, until one Coy in December f ho awoke with a star! te the fact that tho last day of the year baj arriTed. anil that she was utterly nn- Volfelo play a sinjls piece correctly. T"or flfta minutes she sat silent, wrapped in ajittwn stndy; then she took from the ' 'ywe a note book and pencil, and, as Uie i< of ber xeTerit, wrote down the fol- iag zasoLTB: Uat J. Mollic "WInlhrop, aged 18, on this 3 lit day of December, will, on each .day of the year, commencing to-morrow, derete ten minates to the practice of utc ifloirr exercises and scales. yin Jfce year oi our ira eignieen nnn- a7a eiyciy-nre. KejeiilBe. pcragrapn aiono, wita najmmsea expression, -it khuibjum Iwcranaking my wfll," iio murainred. Well, o I am disposing- of my time Instead of ,my money, for my own benefit U&teadiSf other people's." Se laW tb' bosk asWe, ano lurnen to me n--t rf Venice." the next sfect for the hskespeisre club. She had read bit a y lalnotcs woe stie-neaTO iigai. iuw ra on tltestalrss-Bd the sonnd of Kf Ksh jnter, ana prescBwjp uvi ujionpism wis cntcrcH ibc ijm. Vdl, Mollie, my dear, bow are yot I" Xmy Jjesbe. "1 Bare cot seen y in tierfcet ace. TTbat hTe reo beev cQtjs rjtn yourself all tW lossdayT' Wfcerespon Jtollie prodneed her note- e- bo8aad read them her "Beselre." It mefiWik Amy's cordial apprornl; JleXeS s ietiCed far opinion, bat Jfe4e looked la- .uuniBgunss hk . --j. '-- ftlfeTeSearkwp It. a1 At4ce tb llSS! e of It If job ao." 'l. JSy-ej' " t. sSirotiJF reolrea be. again. "Bnl I s oBe,-Bd I tbink fat the look faee. "i "Bnt I ttiT should -. &e$o " isSi ik. . ,.s - - 8 a?3 aK feeea toatrfeuejij, I shall keep tnyfean4 to,1 as people oy, and not law anything, it I daat gain much." Of clorse," ana'rered IteUn. "Bus," persisted lbssie. "ten xainuiM Is not any lime &t a'J, Ton ought to practice an boor at the very least, and I can se you are too busy to do that," Ten minutes is better than nothing," argTtfd,Joillt. "And you can do a good deal iaOTrenthat time if you giro your ml tut Uj , -si "y -'j;k ssi SO-" fuss. And another thing I juit detest those Dcales, and I think it's kind of weak rninded to hate a thine you bare to do every day of your life, and so I'm going to try nod like them. Perhaps by the end ol the year J shall quite enjoy them. Who knows!" Bessie looked at her with admiring eyes. She often opposed her for the sake of get ting her into an argument, (or she liked to bear Mollie talk. "Do you know what my brother llarry said about X9U the other day? He called you. 'a real little enthalsst. " Moliio looked slightly puttied. "I don't know whether to taks that as a com pliment or not," sbe said. "He might hare thought I made too much fuss OTer little things." The girls laughed. "I should call it a deckled compliment," said Helen, "and I should be charmed If any ona said it about me." "Don't be alarmed, they never will," said Bessie. Helen sighed. "I know it," the answered, in a mock melancholy tone. "So one appreciates me. Nobody under stands me. When I leave this dreary world I shall bare the Inscription on my tombstone: "She hath dose what tb cooM Aad been mSuuxJentocd.' When the small breeze excited by Hel en's nonsense bad subsided, Bessie In quired, with provoking coolness, "Mollie, what would you do if you should go out camping as joa did but summer, where you cannot by any possibility have a piano" This was a question, and for a minute an omniocs aile nee earned. Then Moll! said wl -K--lftll r"""" "Oi, I (hall Had somo way, I am sore." "Might practice on an old tin pan," pat in Bessie, sarcastically. Yes," said Mollie, grSTely. "That's a good Idea, and I'll remember it. Or I might take some paper and mark off a keyboard of an octaTe or two and paste it on a plank. I could play beautifslly on that, and It would at least keep my finger limber " "Bmvof" cried Amy. "Mollie, you're a genius." "So sbe is, and I should love to enjoy her edifying company loaser, but I sup pose I must go to my old painting lesson," Ugbed Helen. "Old jwjntinff lesson," echoed Mollis, "I thought you liked it." So I should, if I coald paint flowerr and people and things, but as for sitting and looking at an old vase for two hours gazing aIon-,f a pencil to get the propor tions, I think it's stupid," growled Helen. "I knew I coald paint ten times better it I did the things that I liked." "When you converse npon topics be yond your comprehension, Miss Stan, you do not create an impression of your knowledge, but only expo&e your pro found ignorance," prosed Mollie, in grandiose manner. "Well, I shan't stay hero to be laughed at." said Helen. "It's time I -was there, this very minute" dancing at the clock. 'Good by, Mollie." And giving her a hasty kiss she took Bexsie's arm, and the three girls hurried from the room. During the months that followed Moili had abundant opportunity to test th strength of ber resolution. At first tb eenM of novelty and the enthusiasm that always accompanies a new idea made her self irqpuscd task an easy one, bnt gradu ally this died away, and many times was the music neglected until almost bed time, when she reluctantly left the pleas ant game or fascinating book to do vrh.it. with a little forethought, niigbtbavs beea an agreeable duty. Mamma hod beee told of the plan, and had htnghed ut the formally worded "Hesolve," baj heartily approved of It, and now, though she sometimes wondered at her dsogh ter's foretfnlncss, sbe held her peace, remembering that it was M"iiie's affair, and knowing that, if the g'rl did once really neglect it, ber wounded pride and the sense of failure would be a sufficient punishment. And by and by Moilie dis covered the value of a little syetem, and then she might bare been seen every morning, directly after breakfast, practic ing with an energy and determination that went far toward conquering the difticulllrs of the complicated exercises. At last the time arrived forMollie's rammer fluting, and one pleasant day la June tho four girls were gathered to gether in ber little sanctum for a "good by talk." ' "Oh, dear!" sighed Helen. "It dees not seem any time since winter, and no X't summer again, and I shall miss yoa o dreadfully." "Ditto," answered Mollie, brightly. "But perhaps it won't sesra anytime u J autumn, and tljen I shall la barv yog' know. And you will not "J-. me lone, for In another meat you wOl be revil ting in the tr-ures of Martha's Vine fjti" "Iktjr-vit," pruned Helen. "But a whoK flftonthia this dreadful dty, with i thermometer over eifihty, and every oal away, And nothing to do ohl" Came, Helen," cried Amy, '-ilon't look so doleful, a. yoa'U give cs all the cities. You've mads eves Mollis look wber." Moilie cotradfcd this fctatement by a beaming untie that was reflected in lbs feces of Uie others. Even Helen looked more efeeerf aL l'ira are the most com fortable girt," ea safcL ul don't beoevr you ever were homesick In your life." aftM'l," eald Mollie. promptly. "I Brtenbard enough." The girls broke into a chorus of langb ter. "Tried to bo homesick! What dt yoa rneani" "Just what I said," answered Mollie, stoutly. "You know last summer msmms weat to Europe, and left me with Ann) Linda? Well, everybody kept saying T?oor little girl, bow you must miss your mother! Aren't you dreadfully bonie nekf until I began to feel really troubled because I wasn't. And one night I tried to cry myself to sleep thinking aboct It, But 'twas bo nse I never dm cry easy, tad I thought I was tbe mot heartleft cresturs alive- So I wrote to mamtn Ibat everybody seemed to expect me to b homesick, bat I wasn't, and I hoped sh roald not fret hsrt. tot I trfl wI tonA bt.tr was bavins such a good time th& 1 touldn't." Well." said Bessie, laughing, iart Bat, to cuig.wfl son - trtav- WoriSeliad Idea. Iiii i i i jjeci,ta.rejrair uinn au pac.euj . . iir-nias S&SAllTcxcefif Eivzrib&cns and'UCfti. asc ''fPlZT, II!!? le top tray, yoaAy TOMBSTONE EPITAPH, SUNDAY. JANUARY u, iSQi Mollie'a ready answer. "Watting to ba tarss out the raiscto I reach Eulo's to morrow nfternoaa." "Oh, Helen." exclaimed Amy, "d4 ted u luHlt ifSISJ- ,'TT F w- i iii tnn-r ceurd n word, and I am just lunging to know." Consequently Helen launched into one of those lengthy and eomprcbsnslve de scriptions so delightful to gir!4b. hearts, j Ana as site felt quite in her native Io unu's mud ov luterrsung detail had es caped her observant eyes, It bid fair to rival "the story without an end," and was only concluded by tbe ringing of the tea hell, which was followed by a general leave taking, when, after repeated kisses and caresses and many earnest entrant les to "writo real often and tell na every thing," tbe girls departed. It is nevtilesa to relate Ui varied pleas- ures of the next three mouths; suffice it j that Moll lt considered ft the lovelVet ' summer she had ever spent, and the few uiinut&A' nrriin hj betcsssuds s set ter of coarse that she felt no temptation to neglect it. The months glided rapidly by, ana, al most before she knew it, Mollie found herself on the threshold of another year. Sbe was pUying over some of her old pieces, with a happy sense of her recov ered power, when Bessie Arlington ap peared, followed by Amy and Helen. "We're the visiting committee," she explained. "Come to inquire into the state of your accomplishments. I sup pose you've not forgotten that your year U up?" "Xo," nU Mollie, laughing. "Bnt I ball commence another' on to-morrow." "Good I" cried Amy. "That's what I call perseverance." "Hash"' cried Bessie. "I'm tb chair woman. Come, girls, let's proceed to business. Mollie, you never know what thiruK are wortfi until they ore tested, and so we are going to test yon." "Have pity s,a me!" pleaded Mollie, In mock despair. "Is it to be by tbe ordeal of Are, or thumbscrews, or wbatf" "Xo," said Bessie, gravel- "We are not quite educated up to that yet. But I want to see if your practicing this past vtar has amounted to anvthine. and so 1 havp bronrtit orer this sonata fur von to play as a kind of examination, you know." And Berate seated herself in an easy- j chair, with what was intended foi a look of judicial severity. "But I've never seen it before," fal tered Mollie. "And I know I can't play It ideely if I feel yoa are all watching me." "Tisn't very hard," whispered Amy, encouragingly. "I think it's awful," sighed Helen. "I tried it this morning, and I couldn't get through six measures." Mollie settled her-eir on the piano stool, turned up the corners of the Ienres and began to play at Orst slowly and with hesitation, snd then with Increasing clear ness and strength, and, as she became more interested, with a nicety of touch and an intelligence of expression that re vealed the benefit of the past year's care ful practice. As she struck the last chord sbe fnced ber small audience with an ait of pardonable pride, and asked triumph sntly: "Well, Bessie, what do you think of ten minutes a day now 7" Bessie's look of severity vanished, and she sprang from her chair and gave her friend a roost undignified hug. "You've done beautifully," she cried. "I knew yoa would all tbe time. But it's In me to be perverse, and I thought It mi;bt in spire you to have an unbelieving creature like me around. I did it for your goud, my dear," sbe added sasely. That night, when Mollie retired to her room, she noticed on ber I areata two small drawings that bore tbe marks of Helen's pencil One was the pxture of a lmle girl perched on a hlsa piano stool and practicing, with marvilously Ions fingers, and an expression thai was evidently In tended for fierce determination. This rather weak looking portrait was entitled "East Perseverance." The other was lb Sgnre of a tall and striking yoong lady k. a much beribhoncd and Deflowered gown, standing by a piano, in the act ot u.cUi.c s profound courtesy to n unseen nutii tnce, while bouquets of enormous propor tion were falling at ber feet. Tiis trulj jxtr&ordinary work of art was labeled "Fntnre Fame." Mollie hnd hardly ex amined them when sh caught sight of a paper fastened to a pin cushion and bear Ins these worui, ta Amy's delicate band rrft!ng, bnt signed with Bessie's name: Ye lads aad lassies musical, Conx. Bsten whB ye mar; The only wajrta learn to play b to practice erery dajr. TtilUJtltaif"matJinjp, tTbo ireti.ed tailhS ully, and now be tfee greaiect prodigy Tba world 4id era- tea. and Uyoa woaU be Sbe ber. You caast with patience play. Your Kales asd exercises Tea mlauies every day. MolKe laughed merrily over these" char icterwtic verses, and then she sa.d. thoughtfully, "Yes, it's really len a insects, ABd it's sneh a very HtUe thins to da Oh, I wish every girl would try it In sure they would if tfcey only knew iow vrell it's paid " Christian Union. A JCrvellt TTall Yoatk. Opio Hied, editor of The Arkansaw traveler aud author of the forthcoming novtl, "Lea Gansett," tells rae aa Inter jllnq ttory about Thomas N"Ison Page, who was made famous by tbe clmrminj. L'ltle story, "Men Lady," published two &r three years ago in The CVfitury. Page was a poor boy strngsrirt; against his very nature to learcsjbo a lawyer in a Vlr ghita town. He had the itch to write, and be Hd writ this story, "Meh Lady " Some of bis friends said that it was well told, asd be tboughi to ninee t, so he sent It to the Scribriers, who were then pub lishing The Ceatary. He never hearo from them and ccnkl nut fetch an answer to any of the letters he wrote about the matter Suppudug they bad thrown bis manuscript away, and knowing the story was as cood a anv be coald write, he gave up tbe Idea ot writing and pushed on in tne law as cm ne couia, maMBK a very scant livluu. Twelve years after that be was snrpr'ari U: receive a cheer from Tbe Century for the story, which was Uien printort Twelve years that ttruggibsg yuan? man's fame lay tacked away In the dost of a p'geon hole, and be. tinconecioo that.lt whs there, felt sat Isned that he was a failure as a, writer. Twelve years, tbs best years of his life, he wrifqrled alone, maklftg a sort of Hvta? in a profession for which be had not s. geniiut, while he might have-been writing besatsfal stories for tbe pleasure cad prpat ot toe reading woriu. utucagt. Tabes. Jfew KLnirsI Iniltomfj't. ', A new -mncal tesjfnrncritktboi stls. fi WLJ' - J idgyiS nanwoncunrt-fit s WW MY BUMMER WALK. Tb shadow oa tbe tneadoWs breast 7 mn Dwro calm t nan my rrpoie As iup by step, i am tns guest Of every titlag tbtag tast groTt- Uoratio Neisoa rowers. BARREN HONORS. My mother was left early a widow, with five children, all girls. We Inherited nothing from our well bom ancestors save well formed noses, white hands, and low, cultivated voices. My mother was a proud and courageous woman So scarce was money with us that we early 1 learned to rise from a dauitny served am uer cruelly hungry and darn and rodarn our spotlessly 'clean though simple dresses. Poor mother, hers was a stern tuU. t 1 UUck of the long hours during which she played tbe part of housekeeper, governess and seamstress, and marvel at her strength of mind and. body When i was 17 I was Invited to spend a few months with our father's cousin, a Mrs. Beaumont, who lived In great style In Lentigo. Sbe was that most selfish of beings, a hypochondriac. That 1 migtjt do ber some credit, Mrs. Beaumont or dered a suitable outfit for me. and fine clothes and good food soon transformed me from a pile, stooping, dark eyed strip of a girl into a tall, upright, handsome young woman. Sbe was too hopelessly sunk in self to observe the change, and it was not until her favorito nephew came on his annua visit that tho admiration which his young face too plainly showed opened her eyes to the fact that 1 was a penniless beautv. the most dangerous thing in England, where men and women are seldom given in marriage, but often bought and sold. A scene was troublesome, therefore my hostess contented herself with declaring herself worse, and ordering her doctor to prescribe sea air Jack Beaumont was requested to accompany her to the Isle of Wight, and I was packed off heme. 1 shall nvr fMwt wmuk '- -Tt rf StlT- priso when sha saw tbe change in my ap- pesrance. All that evening she remained very tboughtfal. nd I began to fear that my unexpected return as nanny wel come, until two days later, when with her sweetest smOe sbe informed me that I was to put on ?ne of my most becoming dresses and bchavs my prettiest, as sin expected an olj frnro to luncheon. My younger sisters were ordered off to partake of a cold dinner in the schoolroom, and my mother and 1 awaited Lord Silurian in the drawing room. I knew bim to be one of tho eldest, as to title, of England's peers, and I heard a w bib per that mamma might ha" been his countess had her youthful beauty been made more attract ive, by tho hundred thousands of pounds sterling which the lady that heeveutually married bad brought him. Ue came a grim faced, stiff old gentle man, who put on a doable eyeglass and scanned me closely A glanco of mutual intelligence passed between mamma and Ids lordship, which did not tend to put me at my ease. However. I smiled and talked as' well as I could, with a beating heart. After luncheon I was ordered oil for a waik with the others, and thit even ing my mother kissed me. saying "Lord Silurian will bring his son. Lord Trenton, to call on Wednesday " There was sorae 'bing In ber look and tone that sent me to ay bed with a "sudden sinking" of heart What need to dwell on tho wretched details of the. next few weeks. Lord Trenton camo. saw snd. as it eventually I roved, conquered. I thought inm a most vacant youth, bnt my mother explained that bj vras very much struck with me. snd fcj'h a deux, simple, shy hov. not withstanding tits great wealth and high position. " The wedding day cams, and 1 had seen n; bridegroom bat twice? On tbesooc nsions lut father had been in the room. Lady Silurian I had not seen at ail. bur LbusbanJ timaghj. me a tiiagniliccnt tiara. occttac? t-amngs snd bracelets of dia mom! ili'iMiurian diamonds were famed nnd regretted that hi wife was too great an ui valid to present them in per- I have small recollection of tbecero cio.it; but I remember tbat my father-in-law bent over and guided his son's hand when he signed tbe registry, laughing snd calling: him a nervous fellow I wrote sy tnaideu name, Olive Chase, for the lost tlmo. and Immediately after I. accom panied by my father in law and husband, drove to Limestone Towers, the home of the Silurian family. There I raadti n hasty dinner alone in one of tbs magniSeent rooms whica bad been set apart for me, aad slipping on a gorgeous wrapper I tried to forget my woes in tbe pages of soroo of ray favorite books, too long ray tired bead fell back an tho fiofa cushion and I slept. I awoke with a cry and a sense of terror. A number of wax lights shed a soft radi ance over tbe basdsoers room, the per- J russeof rare Cowers niled tho air, and beading over the couch sa which I lay. hid hot breath fanning my eheek. was the ra&u I had married, with an expression on his fare aad In his evil, shifty e ru. which God grsnt I may never so.) on any human face again. For a moment I was para Ijled uitb a feeling; ef sickening terror; tuen I rose from tho sofa and moved to ward the-table. -Where are yon golngf" he cried. "Net v fast. Don't you know yea aro rains nowS In an Instant ho had mo In his arms, and was holding me so tightly clasped in hU embrace that I panted for breath, wbilo he went on: "Yes, you'r mine, sofa eaottb. cow I've got away from that eM devil who's been standing be tween ns. He thinks I'm safo with Slack. He's a Aeep one. Yes. you're Mae. and 1 con tear yeur great, sad. black f res out, or pinch your white Besb.. e; bite yon'untO the blood cedes and streaks p, ur beautiful libs Oh," I gasped "it yoa are mortal, snd not a dead, take mo to Lady Silurian; tab i mo to your mother." Mr words called forth tha loudest lauA'ter- "Lsdy SHorioa." be cried, "youll never uv her; she's tssd. as atad as a hatter; curco her. that's when. I get It from. We'd all ica hot tbajt oM dovil of a father T cine), aed ta'd l-o mad too If he were aet t he deviL Yeur raotiur wanted tbe sacney. job see. aakl she's get it; sho'e est H, thai get SXOfiOO, a-d I've got ysv "Tbe loek vsbisfa he cast on mo froze my vstry beed. bat bv Ats time I becaa to ' seaj1 -wt ale&rir iSus tiainrs ef lie snara fin -ifriifcv; - .f "Rn seized irtj dress. am lr-n&UUi and' r umseiLT wasn't Knew mm to ooatsoms distanco I half opened my eyes, and saw to my fce-m.r ilia.; ue appeared to be try lag to open tl window Suddenly he dwuBted. aw I beard htm murmur. "No. his side wont do I want her to fail ."lito the raoal and then bo nmnt find her Tliw bedroom window's the one." lis turned his steps toward the bed room, which lWimd 1 snronir u my ft "i!ed ihsdscr which opened into" tbe bail as I supposed, jipd found mylf in a ioag. dark corrl dor Down thk I ran until I renewed a narrow staircase leading upward Ag oalilng fear lent wings lo my feet I jralned the tipper 6oor and went swiftly down a Ion- corridor which ran the-length of Hie opposite wing of t he- house, hoping to find souju maid servant s door ajar, for It was impossible to leave the bouse in my present dress, or rather, undress Fortune favored m. At the far end was a large closet, or, more prap&rlv. ESl wui. arvuuu lue walls of which wore hong the servants Sunday dresss I appropriated one of these, a black shawl ana plain bonnet, the veil of which would servo to mask me welL I felt no fear as I glided down tho three long flights of oaken stops which led to the back entrance bail, and to ten nun ntes gained the high road which skirted the park walk l set but bravely for my threa miles' walk to M -, where I could take the earliest train for London. Here I knew I could dispose of one of my plainest rings to pay my fare to the city In M I posted one line to my mother. "When I can forgivo you," 1 wrote, "yon shall see me again." My disappearance was hushed up. but 1 afterward learned that Lord Silurian, my mother and one other moved heaven and earth to find me. Two handsome rings, by which I might havo been traced. I sold Immediately in London, and long before tho money I thus gained was exhausted I had been Introduced by a yocng woman who lodged In tbe samo house with me to a mannfacturer of artificial flowers He gave me work, and thus I lived. If sneh an existence can be called living, for three years. Strance to sav mv ln!buly from near Limestone' Towers, and 'through her 1 learned that tbs Silurian beir was gen erally supposed to be queer" at times, and always doll, brutal and heavy, that Lis unfortunate mother had been mad for years, and that some poor young lady had ally married Lord Trenton, but had left him the next day never to return. uno evening, more weary ana aown hearted than usual, I was dragging my tired limbs slowly homeward after the day's work, when a passing hansom stopped suddenly, from which sprang a young man, who seized my arm, crying "Thank God. Olive, you are found at Ust." It was Jock Beaumont. Jack, good, dear, handsome as ever Oh. Jack." I cried, breaking down ana sobbing pitifully; "tell me all about them, mamma and tLe girls, only don't tell them where I am else they will want me to go back to Lord Silurian, and I can -aver forget him. never " "Old scoundrel! I should think not. Bat he can t molest you. dear Ulive. now that his miserable son is dead be baa no more authority over vou than I have." ue&ai wacit. i cnou. "Yes. three months ago. Ah, Olive, naughty girl to bide from mo. If voa knew how I have suffered-" On my twenty first birlbdsy I became Mrs John Beaumont. My mother to this day thinks herself tbe aggrieved party, and has to remember that my purchase money enabled her to find suitable bus bonds for all ber girls before she can for give me for refusing to profit by ber ex celie.it bargain. The Evening isconsic Anoovlnc to the Physician. Thern are many peculiarly annoying features connected with tho life of a dis penssry physician which would doubtless bo laughed at if mentioned in tho pres ence of physicians who havo never filled a position of this kind All specimens of the lower classes call hero for treatment, and some days they come by swexms ragged, dirty and degraded tramps and diseased drunkards. On the outside of the private o0ca they sit on the benches for hours and wait their turns for exam tuition. For some reason, probably to exdto sympathy, atl of these eleemo synaries attempt to get a scat where they can see the physician. There they will sit in a tine on the benches and watch tbe physician on ei-ery move that he makes. Their countenances ore not the most cheering in the world, and tho expres sions show pain and suffering from dis ease and dissipation, sod, in addition, the paupers purposely wear the most for lorn and far away lonesome look that they can assume. Altogether the steady glare from tbesa woe begone faces that meets the physi cian's eye every time he looks cp from his tedious work. Is a coerce of much ag gravatlon and discomfort. Even when iho physician is making entries hi his ledger he, from a certain inscrutable power of the mind, feels that every pan per'a ey&isgiarinir&t him with a sickly expression, and this constant thonght be comes finally to be a horriblo incubus that has something of the depressing effect of a bad dream. It Is a worrying thought, as If a man were dying in the next room, or some dreadful calamity wero about to happen. In order to ro tnova tbe cause of this depressed feeling a largo heavy screen was placed around the physician's private otnee. which en tirely cuts off the occupants of the benches, and Is a nartUl relief. Dr. B. Stohuuetz in QlcSe-Democrat. A Complaint Acauit editors. A gentleman of my acquaintance who "writes for the magazines has been com plaining tor me that the "wicked editors won't leave manuscripts alone. This is one of the paradoxes of literature. It may b remarked. A writer objects when the editors leave his MSS. so severely alone that they cannot get Into print, he also protests when they get Into print because the editor does cot favor tbera witirsafil- 1 dent inattention. Beaily, however, my magazlnist Is not so unreasonable as be mfcrpt appear at first eight. In business tenjis be objects to being treated upon ihii principle which led. Mark Lemon to Utto pencil oat of the rich man's Punch tli) most powerful clause bt Tom "lood'a assignment of the rich man's selfishness 14 his "Song t ' Shirt.' Tbe trouble with: the magazine litterateurs Is that it fas become a fashion to dress all maire bcript which Snd favor in thoso periodi cals with an editorial scalpeL My friend claims that it Is almost impcssfbla to get an article printed as It is written. Queries. An Interattas rroblem. . A Anla'torestiiig problem has been pro- f wishes tokcow whether If comlcg events cast their shadows, before, goisg events KsUiefejjalisdatr 'tthled.Earper's M,...ipm .- . " ....ia..Iiwl IN S, ftfltfaiiiA' MV ""T8!FqSai1 CRAWFORD'S SOTESJOrUTA Ji ACROSS TlE CONfirifiNr. iiiow unit Cola Instead of Balmy Son ill I u Ulteoraforts of fonUortal Ttaxt-unrniinmi llallroad l-ttrJ lu Iial An later sting Bigot. Before leavlss KngtanJ ' lad beea ?ivf n the most extravagant dtsexiptlons uf tbe bcnutlftd spring to be found in suuuy Italy. I bivc now beea awaj from London a teek and have found no place where the climate was as mild and tven as in the city ol London itseU. The further routh I havn iron the more snow j I cold have I foud Whea I rnacbed tho border of sunny Italy, where my lm aclnation bad nictevjd tn. '!eiphsrs zt tropical warmth, Iku confronted with a tremendous snow sOrm, wLich blocked the trains tnade tne mUsmy connections, ud I lost tweuty-fou' saars enronto. Tbe trains from Puis south are run with great rapiiry. Tbe Paris-Lyons and Mediterranean express really merits the name of being a rapid train. It makes no stops for eating, ami on tht line ot tbe onto taken by me, vlaModane, there was lotting offered during this long Journey t any of tbe stations by any hawkers, in pite of the fact that Ure tiain was srowded from end to end with people aenrly as famished as wolves, who would nave been ready to pay almost any price tor something to eat. The hideous dis wmfort ot night travel on tbe Conti nental trains is something beyond descriD ion. It needs to be actually experienced in order to be fully realized. If I had not been warned by a friend of some of th possibilities in taking a trip south t this time of year, I should undoubtedly have suffered mcch more than I did. Bat fol lowing his instructions I had mule nearly the same preparations that I would if I had been going to join an Arctic expedi tion. I It ad a thick woolen rug, a cardi gan jacket over my waistcoat, aud over all a heavy English box coat, a much heavier coat than I have ever found neces sary to wear in any climate in the United States. With all of this bundling np I have just managed te keep warm in my visit to sunny Italy up to the present timt, when the weather has shown some sign of moderating. It was not until tbe Alpine conntiy was reached that I really saw snow, livery thing before that was n mere play In com parison. In the neighborhood ot th Mont Cents tunnel the snow fell in great white feathery masses, piling up in th most fantastic way. In some plaets th mow was at least thirty or forty feet deep en the heights. Tbe trees were shrouded as if in blankets. Tbe mountain chalet were covered with enough weight to almost break in the roofs. Yet it was considerably warmer in the mountains in the midst of thts tremendous pile ot snow than in Paris, as the nir was much dryer. Tbe track hrd oeen cleared that morning, bnt the train proceeded very slowly through the mountains, although it tan with great rapidity through the famous Mont Cenis tunneL I have heard this tunnel designated as one of perfect horror, so far as the discomforts of passing through It are concerned. Imiginative trawlers have described it as a plan where passengers run almost thu risk of suffocative. Tbe train pass-d through this tunnel in thirty-tive mlnu.R. At no time was there the sl-gc.i.1 dsxmfort In breathing The air was .nuch better than on tbe underground railroad in tie dty in London The only disagreeable feature connected with the passage war the in tense cold, which came into Ihi Icosely built cars, giving one tbe tenution for the time of being ctnfineJ it an ice ehest Tbe little font wirmirs Ailed with hot water which were put into th carriage from time totjmo made but little impression in contend! jg with the cold, winch constantly sifted in tbicugh th loose joints of the cars. The Italian government controls lbs railroads of this country. Slewer and" more maddening trains it -wou!Lb3 hard to and in any country in tie world. I took a local train froa Trtria to Milan In order tn make a conntctivBi fcr Venice, and I was over five hours going a dis tance of sixty miles. The train always started ont with great reluctance and began stopping as soon aa the station was remotely visible, slowing down so grad ually in order not to jar toe nerres ot this never hurrying, people that you cotili hardly tell when the train tame to a stop. The most irritating part of th travel was the long wait at each str lion. The guards would visit with the officials at the va rious stations and walk up and down and gossip until they felt inclined to start th train once more on Its headlong, career to ward another station about bait ami! away . I do not think that tbe train ever made a run of more than two miles with out a stop. The starting of it train in Italy is a very interesting sight to a stranger. Th guards wear military uniforms. Thtlr mps are rcrid with a low visor. Bed bonds endn le thene caps. Their greflt eon's aro bltck, with cowl like cape banging down their backs. TbHe couts are wnameni'id wjth brass bullous. When Uie train stops tbe guards rush up and dcivn calling ut in the meat soror ons n.irt musical of voices the name ot th stailcnr. This sounds exactly as if they were dianting. When the train stops the facchinm or tort era, in blue blouses, come running cp to assist passengers to i Alight and to carry their baggage fu them. Xsirstter how mjU your packt age you are cot pemiltud .o carry It Yon must employ a facebsno or fight. Im posing looking gendarmes, with the some eoek"d bats worn by similar French officials and muffled up In a long black -doaks, stand abont exactly as upon a atagt jctn in an opera. Xo one ever aw then do anything except pose. Men In gray cloaks and huge ft? colla: slalk tbout talking, chattering, iinokI( Xtws venders, with the Italian paper run tip and ifuna outside ot the train ca ing their wares j.-der tbe windows. Ma: of these news vtuders arr women. Th carry books, novels and newspapers ir tray in front of them, and In little lea' satchel upon their hips, ior-the prac reading of travelers, lively little J, which Mr. Comstock would not'pernf' be sold 1a Xew York. Finally, aftf) endless amount of singsong obanting. roar and tnovisg to and fro, a sob looktntr official comes oatfrom tbe st? and iriows a penny fish horn, such n hear In the United States oa'ChrS day front the small boy in thesti This is tbo signal for tbe train to do bnt yon are not to be Euddenlym There a further wait ot fire mlnu prepare you for the shock of" dipa iHt then the engine giresaresp screeeb, the doors, of ihe'eoaeht rxufjed. aiKlat.'iygoftjWiJJfo wtavoriiwvnj yimJiiaies acrs wi llc, iiimj.ai jk. ww.j.wwiwil LW3 iajjgearpF &uaj!metij&w.