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t*l****«Wi« mm&mm •THE WIND THAT BLOWS.” Whlnhevf*r way the wind doth blow, Home heart U to have It eo, Then blow It want or blow it went. The wind that blows, that wind is best. My little craft Hails not alone: A thousand fleets from every stone Are out upon a thousand seas, And what for me were favoring breeza Might clash another with the shock Of doom, upon some bidden rock. And so I do not dare to ptay For winds to waft me on my way, Hut leave me to a higher will To stay or speed me, trusting still That all is well, and sure that lie Who launched my bark will sail with me Through storm and calm, and will not fail, Whatever breeze-t may prevail. To land me, every peril past. Within His sheltering heaven at last. Then, whatsoever wind doth blow, My heart Is glad to have ft so. And blow it east or blow it west. The wind that blows, that wind is best. STEPHIE’S HERO. ISY Sy.VABKL DWIOUT. “Htepbie” was short for Htephana, which rather peculiar name had been bestowed upon her at baptism by her sponsors. Her life was not very pleasant. After her mother's death, her father, a mild, shiftless man, had married ngaih—a black-eyed widow, with four amall childreu; and a year later a pair of twins were added to the number. The girl’s life became a round of household drudgery—washing, scrub bing, baking, and attending babies. By nature she was dreamy and poet ical, and cherished romantic notions, which nhe dared not speak of at home. >' When she was nineteen, Roland Harvey went to Rome. Roland was her hero then. They had promised to be true to •ach other until such time as he could make a home for her. He was something of an artist, and had glowing visions of the future, i He was very enthusiastic, and Htephie’s faith in him was boundless. Ho at last when his uncle from the city offered to take him across the ocean, the poor girl pnt aside her own pain at the thought of parting from him, and ■ listened patiently to his rhapsodies. It did not occur to Htephie that her lover was selfish, when he had no thought for her own sorrow’. She would have resented such an insinua tion indignantly. Roland was toiler the embodiment of all that was noble and gracious. She felt sure that he would do great things some day—now that he had got away from that stupid little seaport where they lived. It was her place to w ait and hope, living her dull life as best she could; sooth ing the riotous childreu, and doing her share of the housework. Sometimes, however, after reading one of Roland’s letters,, she exper ienced an unutterable sense of disap pointment. He wrote invariably of himself, his hopes, his pleasures, his hardships. There was no word of sympathy for her, and very few words of love; and Htephie had all a tender hearted woman’s longing for affection. One afternoon, strolling along the beach,' surrounded as usual by the childreu, she came suddenly niton a man lying at full length,with his head pillowed u|>on his hands, and his eyes fastened dreamily upon the distant horizon. i Johnnie—one of the twins—who was running at full speed, pursued by the other twin, Josie, pitched Jiead- loug across the stranger’s breast. “Hold up there,my little man!” said the gentleman, laughing a little, as he set the yonng hopeful upon his feet, and arose himself at the same time. “You are far from being killed; I’ll be bound. What’s your name, sir?” “Name? Cunnin’ dog,” responded Johnnie,giving his father’s pet appella tion lor him, w hile he forgot to cry, aud eyed the gentleman boldly. “Johnnie!” said Htephie, reproving ly, a tinge of mortification coming into her cheeks. “Tis!” declared Johnnie, stolidly. “Name, cunnin’ dog!” “He is only three years old, sir,” said Htephie, apologetically. The man patted Johnnie’s head,and glanced in a kindly way at Htephie. “You have a beautiful view here,” he remarked, motioning seaward with one hand. “Do you think so?” she returned. “I get tired^of it sometimes; I have seen it so much,” with a little sigh. “Roland nsed to call it pretty.” “Aud who is Roland?” queried the stranger, in a quiet, friendly voice, an amused expression drifting into his eyes. “A friend of mine, sir.” Ho saw the color drift into her cheeks again. “An artist. He has gone to Roue to study,” she added. “Ah? I hope he may have good lock. I paint a little myself some time*.” “Oh, d* y\:u?” cried Htephie, look ing at him with new interest. And directly they drifted off into a long conversation, in which Htephie innocently revealed the whole story of her life, and almost unconsciously took on a patronizing tone as she si>oke of Roland’s talents aud plans for the future. It astonished her to discover how freely she could talk with this man; never guessing that he was drawing her on all the time. At the same time he contrived to make friends with the children, and promised them a boat-ride if they would come to the beach on the fol lowing day. “I will bring some sketches made in Rome by an acquaintance of mine,” he said, as he bade Htephie good-by. “They may interest yon.” Htephie thanked him, and went home with smiling eyes. How pleasant he was! How pleasant the afternoon had been! How nice it would be to bave an elder brother to talk to like that! She was glad to have met him. He was spending a few weeks at the lower village, he had told her. He had a yacht there. His name was David Preston. “Did he know the painter, Charles Preston, whom Roland had raved so about, and whose paintings com manded such prices?” “Yes, he had heard of him—was related to him. Was inclined to think, though, that people rated him higher than he deserved.” They had a spirited argument over this point, and he seemed greatly amused at her earnest defense of Roland’s paragon. The next day, the children having informed their mother that a nice man had promised them a boat-ride, she declared that she should be glad to get rid of them, only Htephie must go to see'that none of them tumble overboard. Ho away they trooped, Stephie in the midst, and found their new friend awaiting them with a beautiful little yacht. And Htephie passed another delightful afternoon. This was but the beginning. The long summer days drifted away one by one. Stephie worked eagerly at her household duties in order that she might spend a half-hour with David Preston on the beach. A new life had come to her. It was delightful to have so congenial a com panion. Even Roland had never talked with her and sympathized with her as David Preston did. Roland could talk of nothing but his art. The children made him cross, aud he frowned at poor Htephie’s faded gowns and toil-stained fingers. Rut,then, Roland was a genius. The commonplaces of every-day life jarred and fretted against his finer tastes. David Preston was altogether differ ent, bnt Stephie was happier than she had ever been that summer. Her new friend would talk with her and amuse the children at the same time. He was careful to select a com fortable seat for her* on the beach. He brought a cluster of flowers at one time, a basket of frnit at another, a book at another. He treated her with a tended deference, with a kind and respectful familiarity that the poor girl had never known before in all her poor, cramped existence; and so naturally was this done, that she hardly noticed it at first, until one day she was looking back over her pas£ life, and it came to her all of a sndden that this summer had been brighter to her because of David Pleston. Even then she did not see the whole truth. For a long while she had heard nothing from Roland, and before that long silence his letters had been brief aud unsatisfactory. This did not cause her the pain and uneasiness that it would once have caused her. Roland had been absent a whole year, and, unconsciously to herself, Htephie had been growing away from him. One day, she was sitting in her favorite niche of the rocks upon the beach, looking over a newspaper, which she had taken from the post- office on her way thither. The twins were building miniature mountains of the white sand, while sheglanced—woman fashion—through the list of “Deaths and Marriages.” Among the latter she caught sight of a name which brought her heart to her mouth. “In Rome, Italy, on the 7th instant, Roland Or. Harvey, of Seaport, Maine, to Ella D. Revere, of New York city.” This was the notice that Htephie ; read, and then she looked up, with quivering lips and flushing face, to see DaA id Preston gravely observing her. Hhc tried to speak, but could not, [ and hot, indignant tears rushed to her i eyes; yet, through her pain and morti fication she felt a strange sensation of I relief. “Are you in trouble, my little friend?” Preston queried, kindly. Then Htephie’s voice returned to | her. “Well, no,’’she said, her tonefaint- ‘ ly scornful. “At least it if nothing serious, though it is rather humiliat ing to mgr vanity. See!” And she handed the paper, folded at the marriage notice, to him. He read it and made no comment, bnt gave Htephie a strange look—long and searching,and tender—a look that thrilled her with a vague senseof hap piness. Then, taking both her hands, he drew her up from her low seat, and said, gently: “Htephie, I love yon! Will yon marry me?” She could not answer him for a moment, the surprise was so great. She knew absolutely nothing of him, except his name; bnt while ho waited patiently, with her hands in his, her thoughts flew swiftly back over their short acquaintance, aud she began to realize how surely this plain, quiet man bad taken Roland’s place in her affections. “How dp you know,” she said, obeying a sudden roguish impulse, “that I shall not accept you out of spite?” He smiled quietly. “You arp a' child, Stephie—you do not understand yourself. I know that you love me.” He said i^ simply. From another man such a statement would have been intolerable, but he was so utterly free from self-love that Htephie’s momen tary vexation died out instantly, and she said, softly: “Yes, I believe I do.” His call upon her father that even ing created a good deal of surprise. The weak Jittle man was quite taken aback, and Htephie’s stepmother ran into the girl’s room after David had gone and laughed meaningly. “Well, yon are a pretty clever girl after all, Stephie! Dear, dear! to think of you? making such a match! So he is the ’nice man’that the young ones have been telling about all sum mer? You’ll be a fine lady now, sure enough!” “Oh, no, mother,” responded Stephie,trying not to show her annoy ance. “Mr. Preston is only a poor man.” “A poor man! Why, Stephana Bryant, one of his paintings ia worth more than your father’s wages for a whole year!” “Mother, what do you mean?” “What do I mean? For pity sake has the girl lost her senses? Don’t you know that that man who wants to marry you is Charles D. Preston, the great artist? I heard a few days ago that he was boarding at the lower vil lage, but I hadn’t the slightest idea of this!” Neither had Htephie. Poor Stephie! She remembered with sadden shame how condescend ingly she had talked to him of Roland’s talents. How she had thought of him, even with her growing regard, as a matter-of-fact man, with not much poetry or appreciation of the beauti ful in his nature. And he was a great landscape painter whose name was in everybody’s mouth. And he asked her—a poor, little,lonely girl to marry him! She pondered for a long w hile over this, and wheU he came to see her on the following {day he found a very shame-faced intle maiden. They were married in the fall, and* Stephie x^b^ffsIwajAfrom’the old, toil some life inD p comfortable home of her own. Roland Harley degenerated into an idle, seedy-looking fellow, his fancied talents amounting to nothing at all. He had jilted Stephie for an heiress who had ^>een fascinated by his grace and beauty, and after having spent her money, they lived from hand to mouth, until David Preston got a situation for him at cabinet painting, where he managed to earn a fair salary. As for Stephie she has found her real hero.—Saturday Night. Teees ami Men. A single tree, according to a compu tation in Knowledge, is able, through its leaves, to purify the air from the carbonic acid arising from the respira tion of a considerable number of men, j perhaps a dozen or even a score. The volume of carbonic acid exhaled by a human being in twenty-fonr hours is put at abont 100 gallons; but by Boussingault’s estimate, a single square yard of leaf-surface, counting both the npper and under sides of the Jeaves, can, under favorable circum stances, decompose at least a gallon of carbonic acid in a day. One hun dred square yards of leaf-surface then would suffice to keep the air pure for one man, but the leaves of a tree ol moderate size present a surface of many hundred square yards. Instated on Her Itlghts. The Duchess of Aosta, who is close ly related to the King of Italy, is a woman with a distinct mind of her own. When she first began to cycle the king gave orders that she should not be saluted by a sentry as she rode by on her wheel. Obedient to the royal command, the first sentry ig nored her presence, whereupon the duchess qnietly dismounted and boxed the man’s ears. Now, however, the omnipotent cycle rules the court of Italy, jnst as it does all the other courts in the w’orld, and the sentry salutes the royal family as it goes wheeling by. Her Uncertainty. Ethel—Oh, dear me! I don’t know what to think! Algy asked me Iasi night if I wouldn’t like to have some thing around the house that I could love and that would love me. Edith-WeH? Ethel—Well, I don’t know whether he means himself, or whether he is thinking of baying me a dog!—Tit- Bits. ; . Bergen, Norway, boasts a papei church large enough to seat 1000 per sons. The building is rendered water proof by a solution of quicklime, cur- died milk and white of eggs. “MERCHANT PRINCES” OF LETTERS Famous Writers Who Hare Made and Kept Fortunes. The “Grub street tradition” was knocked in the head long ago, bnt the Pall Mall Gazette has completely de molished it by showing that writers are among the best paid workers. In deed the “literary aristocracy” is be coming a sort of plutocracy, whose members, instead of larking through the side laues in fear of creditors or “standing behind the screen” at the publisher’s house, are in high consid eration at the banks. Tennyson received $30,000 for “The Holy Grail.” During the last few years of his life Macmillan & Co. paid him $50,000 or $60,000 a year. For “The Revenge” alone the Nine teenth Century gave him $1600. Dick ens left $500,000; Lord Lytton, $400,- 000; Mrs. Henry Wood, $180,000; Mrs. Dinah Craik, $85,000. Victor Hugo left property in England alone valued at $457,000. Bnt the novelists of the present day enjoy golden harvest unknown to their predecessors. For example, Mrs. Humphry Ward, who has been writing for only ten years aud has produced very few books, has earned $300,000. received $80,000 for “Marcella” alone. George dn Manner received $50,000 for “The Martian.” On two books— “The Bonny Brier Bush” and “Auld Lang Syne”—Ian Maclaren’s profits in Great Britain amountedjto $35,000, and so popular is his soft nonsense in this country that he must have earned quite as much again from the American sales. Rudyard Kipling’s profits have been enormous. Their extent may be judged from the fact that the editor of the Pall Mall Gazette acknowledges that he paid Kipling $750 apiece for the “Barrack Room Ballads.” Eleven thousand dollars was paid for “The Seven Seas.” For short stories Kip ling receives two shillings a word. Conan Doyle earned $35,000 by writ ing “Rodney Stone.” Rider Haggard gets $100 for a column of 1500 words. In one year Stevenson cleared $35,000 from syndicates. The unfinished “Weir of Hermiston” was purchased for $15,000. Zola received $220,000 for his first fourteen books. The women writers of fiction are well up in the race. Edna Lyall’s income from her books is $10,- 000 a year. Miss Braddon charges $6500 for a “fairly long story.” But probably the highest price recently paid for a novel was $200,000 for Al phonse Dandet’s “Sappho.” Nor are the essayists forgotten in this distribution of gold. J. Adding ton Symonds left a fortune oi $37i Dr. Morrqjl', the $ramm&ri*n, 000. The publishers for Mr. Buskin pay him $20,000 a year. “Mr. Glad stone used to earn $15,000 a year by his pen.” In short, the “literary calling” is shown to be one of the most remunera tive in the world. Even the hack writers earn comfortable wages.— Chicago Times-Herald. Cannot Bo Cured by local application*, as they cannot roach the diseased portion of the ear. There is only one way to cure deafness, and that is by constttn- tional remedies. Drafneel is caused by an in flamed condition of the mucous lining of the Kustachlan Tube. When this tube gets in ti imed you have a rumbling soupd or tmper feet hearing, and when it is entirely closed Deafness lithe result, and unless the Inflam mation can be taken out and this tube re- atored fb Its normal condition, hearing will be destroyed forever. Nine cases out of ten are caused by catarrh, which is nothing but an in flamed condition of the mucous surfaces. 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