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wm THE WIND THAT BLOWS.’* Whichever way the wind doth blow, Home heart Is Kind to have It so, Then blow It east or blow It west. The wind that blows, that wind is best My little craft sails not alone; A thousand fleets from every zonn Are out upon a thousand seas, And what for me were favoring breea* Might clash another with the shock Of doom, upon some bidden rock. And so I do not dare to piay For winds to waft me on my way, But leave me to a higher will To stay or speed me, trusting still That all is well, and sure that He Who launched my bark will sail with me Through storm and calm, and will not fail, Whatever breezet may prevail, To land me, every peril past. Within Ills sheltering heaven at last Then, whatsoever wind doth blow, ♦ My heart is glad to have it so. And blow it east or blow it west. The wind that blows, that wind is best . rSTEPHIE’sliSPi A BY ANNABEL OWIOUT. A “Htephie” was short for Stephana, which rather peculiar name bad 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 again—a black-eyed widow, with four ■mail children; and a year later a pair of twins were added to the nupiber. 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 she dared not speak of at home. > When she was nineteen, Roland Harvey went to Rome. Roland \vaa her hero then. i 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. He was very enthusiastic, and fitephie's faith in him was boundless. 80 at last when his uncle from the city offered to take him across the ocean, the poor girl put aside her own E aln at the thought of parting fr im, and listened patiently to rhapsodies. It did not occur to Stephie that Aer Jover was selfish, when he had ho thought for her own sorrow. She would have resented such an insinua tion indignantly. Roland was to her 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 wait and hope, living her dull life as best she could; sooth ing the riotous children, and doing her share of the housework. Mometimes, however, after reading one of Roland’s letters, she exper-v ienced an unntterable 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 Stephie had all a tender hearted woman’s longing for affection. One afternoon, strolling along the beach, surrounded us usual by the children, she came suddenly upon a man lying at full length, with his head pillowed upon his hands, and his eyes fastened dreamily upon the distant horizon. Johnnie—one of the twins—who was running at full speed, pursued by the other twin, Josie, pitched head long across the stranger’s breast. “Hold up there, my little man!” said the gentleman, laughing a little, as he set the young 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 for him, w hile he forgot to cry, and eyed the gentleman Inddly. “Johnnie!” said Stephie, reproving ly, a tinge of mortitieation coming into her cheeks. *”Tis!” declared Johnnie, stolidly. “Name, connin’ dog!” “He is only three years old, sir,” said Stephie, apologetically. The man patted Johnnie’s head,and glanced in a kindly way at Stephie. “You have a beautifnl view here,” he remarked, motioning seaward with one hand. “Do you think so?” 1 she returned. “I get tired of it sometimes; I have seen it so much,” with a little sigh. “Roland used to call it pretty.” “And who is Roland?” queried the stranger, ia a quiet, friendly voice, an amused expression drifting into his eyes. “A friend of mine, sir." He saw the color drift into her cheeks agaiu. “An artist. He has gone to Rome to study,” she added. “Ah? I hojie he may have good luck. I paint a little myself some times” “Oh, de yon?” cried Stephie, look ing at him with nsw interest. And directly they drifted off into a long conversation, in which Stephie innocently revealed the whole story of her life, end almost unconsciously took on a patronizing tone as she spoke of Roland's talents and plans for the future. ^ It aetoniahed her to dT^^ar how- talk will never gnessing that he was drawing her on all the tinm 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 be bade Stephie good-by. “They may interest you.” Stephie thanked him, and went home with smiling eyes. How pleasant he was! How pleasant the afternoon had been! How nice it would be to have 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, be bad 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 tbem, only Htephie must go to see that none of them tumble overboard. Ho away they trooped, Htephie in the midst, and found their new friend awaiting tbem with a beautifnl little yacht. And Htephie passed another delightful afternoon. This was but the beginning. The long summer days drifted away one by one. Htephie 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, and he frowned at poor Stephie’s faded gowns and toil-stained fingers. Burthen,Roland genius. The commonplaces of every-ahy fife jarred' and fretted against his finer tastes. David Preston was altogether differ ent, but Htepbie 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 fruit at another, a book at another. He treated her with a tender 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 past life, and it came to ber all of a sudden that this summer had been brighter to her because of David Preston. 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 and 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 minic-ture mountains of the white sand, while she glanced—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, RolandQ. Harvey, of Seaport, Maine, to Ella D. Revere, of New York city.” This was the notice that Htephie read, and then she looked np, with quivering lips and flushing face, to see David Preston gravely observing her. She tried to speak, but could not, and hot, indignant tears rushed to hor eyes; yet, through her pain and morti- hhn, except his name; bat while he waited patiently, with her hands in his, her tlonghts flew swiftly back over theil short acquaintance, and she began^to realize how surely this plain, qniet man had taken Roland’s place in her affections. “How <ts you know,” she said, obeying a sadden roguish impulse, “that I shall not accept yon out of spite?” He smiled quietly. “Yon are a child, Htephie—yon do not understand yourself. I know that yon love me." He said it simply. From another man such a statement would have been intolerable, but he was so utterly free from self-love that Htephie’n momen tary vexation died out instantly, and she said, softly: “Yes, I believe I do.” His call upon ber father that even ing created a good deal of surprise. The weak little man was quite taken aback, and Stephie’s stepmother ran into the girl's room after David had gone and langhed meaningly. “Well, you are a pretty clever girl after all, Htephie! Dear, dear! to think of your making such a match! Ho he is the ‘nice man’that the yonng ones h^ve been telling about all Ham mer? You’ll be a fine lady now, sure enough!” “Oh, no, mother,” responded Htephie,trying #©t to show her annoy ance. “Mr. Preston is only a poor man.” “A poor man! Why, Stephana Bryant, one of his paintings is worth more than yonr father’s wages for a whole yeart” “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 Stephie. Poor Stephie! She remembered with sadden shame how condescend ingly she had talked to him of Roland’s talents. How she had thonght of him, even with her growing regard, as a matter-of-fact man, with not mnch poetry or appreciation of the beauti- ful in his nature. And he was a great landscape painter whose name was in evi her- him! She pondered for a long while over this, and when he came to see her on the following day he found a very shame-faced little maiden. They were married in the fall, and Stephie went away from the old, toil some life into a comfortable home of ber own. Roland Harvey degenerated into an idle, seedy-lookiug fellow, his fancied talents amounting to nothing at all. He had jilted Htephie for an heiress who had been fascinated by bis grace and beauty, aud 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 Htephie she has found her real hero.—Saturday Night. “MERCHANT PRINCES” OF LETTERS Famous Treeii 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, perhaps a dozen or even a score. The volume of carbonic acid exhaled by a human being in twenty-four hours is put at about 100 gallons; but by Boussingault’s estimate, a single square yard of leaf-surface, counting both the upper aud under sides of the leaves, 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 of moderate size 'present a surface of many hundred square yards. Writer* Who Have Made and Kept Fortune*. The “Grub street tradition” was knocked in the head long ago, but 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 lurking through the side lanes 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.” Daring 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. Bat 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 and has produced very few books, has earned $300,000. received $80,000 for “Marcella” alone. George du Maurier received $50,000 for “The Martian.” On two books— “The Bonny Brier Bush” and “Auld Lang Hyne”—Ian Maclaren’s profits in Great Britain amounted to $35,000, and so popular is his soft nonsense in this country that he mast 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 np’in the race. Edna Lyall’s income from her books is $10,- Braddon charges taqg.” 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 distribntion of gold. J. Adding ton Symonds left a fortune of $375,000; Dr. Morrell, the grammarian, $200,- 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. DeaffaeM Cannot B* Cored by local applications, a* they cannot reach the diseased portion of the ear There is only one way to care deafness, and that is by consotn- tlonal remedies. 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Its shape is much like that of a skate or floun der, while its tail resembles the pro peller of a steamship. The fish is mnch disliked by fishermen, who re gard it as a man-eater. Its month, which is on the under side, is tooth less, but tremendously powerful. The fishermen say that the ray wraps its body, which is very soft and pliable, about its quarry, whether fish or man, and stunning it with its electric bat tery devours it. On top the ray is liver-colored. The under side is white and its general appearance is very wicked. It is unusually large, fish of this species not usually weighing more than eighty pounds.—Springfield Re publican. Insisted on Her Eights. The Duchess of Aosta, who is close ly related to the King of Italj', is a woman with a distinct mind of When she first began to her own. 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- .. .. i r i* * .. » uored her pr#;ence, whereupon the hcHtnu, she felt a strange sensation of , dtt - heR8 qU ietly dismounted ami boxed re ,e ’ ‘ ' the 4 man’s ears. Now, however, the omnipotent cycle rules the court of “Are yon in trouble, my little friend?” Preston queried, kindly. Then Htephie’s voice returned to ber. “Well, no, "she said, ber tone faint ly scornful. “At least it is nothing serious, though it is rather humiliat ing to my vanity. See!” And she hqnded the paper, folded at the marriage notice, to him. He read it and made no comment, but gave Htepbie a strange look—long aud searching.nnd tender—a look that thrilled her with a vague senseof hap piness. Then, taking both her hands, drew her up from her low seat, said, gently: “Htephie, I love you! 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