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DAN CUPID. By THE DUCHESS, (Copyright., 18M0, by tho Author.] Sometimos too hot tihe (1yo Of hOavon s1ine1. Today proveS it. Terriblo is the Strongth of tho rays that Old Sol is flinging broadcast upon tlt Sillilering earth. Tho temais playurs have given in to it, and colfessilig themiselvos vail qIishli havo fling their raokots to tilt) wiinds an1d tlellSelves into garden chairs or else prono upon tho shaven lawn under tho acacias according to their sex. Two of them, however, havo wNander ed rathor far from tho acacias and the ton tables and tilt tont, whore botter things than tea can bo had for tho ask ing. They havo wandored into i littlo green space, shut out from a notsy world by rows and rows of hedges, all bocch, oil tho north mid south, and heavy rhododendrons oil tho two other sides. It is at little dream of at place, entered by olie openli g Only, al1ld tilat through tho Ieecles. "A sort of Arcadia, isn't it?" say's jMr. Brooke, glancing ill) lit his compan ion from his louiging position upon the grass at her feet. "No,'' says she, with at little frowl. SheO makes i charming picturo, sitting 1101e ill th1 SunlshlillO neXt tho old sull lial, with her hat lying o the ground hoside her and the g inting rays from the glowing leven throwing goldou lights into ier tiine brown hair. I1er eyes' ar bluu and just lit this momit at little angry. The mouth. too, so prono to laughter am i rul, has gown Iu tillos. Half chi(ld, 111f wolall, sle has not yet earned the more delicato siades of soooty's colors and ts her thoughts liO openlyupon her lovely face. "You ar1 hard to please, " says li, his eyes oil hrs. A. a rule, his eyes aro 1elldoll anlywheo else. "Well, you are not!" returns sho promp11)t ly. From afar the thrum, thrum, thrum, of ia halljo comies to them11, lu4vakilng a stililness that, is almost oppressi1ve. "That's th unkindest clit (if al1," says Mir. Brooko phacidly. It's rather' a cut lit AMiss Morhland, too, isn't it? I presumno you allu1do to liy en1gagemlenit to hcr. "Yol pr'esumto very wrongly, then. I was not thinkiig of Miss Morland. Silo ought to plelse. Silo is rich, young, hamdsome. " "lHich, yes." "And hamdsomeipC, persistelntly. "Is Ahe? Oh, yecs, tit' cour-se' she is. A perfect Junl Too plitrieet a .h1tno, per hlaps." "YOU shouldn't mneer at hier, " says th0 girl gravely. "I know that, and that's why I do it, " say 1o. ''It iS so dilicult to reist Itiptationl, anid to do thet wronig thing is always ,o pleasalt." He is talking idly, arcely kiowilig what he says, his mind fll of' hwr, full of the knowl edge that h loves her, her only, and with all the passioll of his 111ture, an1d that he is ellgage'd to be Illarrie'd to an other womian, ait dsm wolinan, the daughter and heirss( of a cottoll mer01 chaIn, wiit her own ciass woubId cal a "file girl," tall, wILith ligilt eyes a11 lighlter hair and1( disltinctly undrbhredi. Sil'helu met(1 ( lorge I ro1ke ~'Siome dlesire to rise (lut of her cot lulonl urrod ing hl5 ad give h''l11Ill very cl ar'ly to1 un decrstan t1111hat sile was will ingI to acli 'pt tulle, wich1 was enormous011, ill exi'hangel~ for thl' obll title tilIt mullst ('orn1e to iml (n lw d11'ath11 of 11is ilel, Lord Farn h11nn1, a1 beggarly' t itlet, 1)o 111nny (If 11101ey nephei~lw knoew as often 1as opportunuity occulrred. Th'ierO had1( beenl bad blood between Lord Farn'1ham1 anld his secondt br'otherl, GJeorgo Brooke's father, and( 1~i Farnham was nlot a1 man11 to forget. Hle swore 110 w'ould visit tilt Sill of theo father upon01 the son1, and1( sooner than11 let is monoyl0 go to tihe oung George lb would leavo it to a1 hospital. As for1 thlo (11d namo1 and1( theOli keping up of it, let it go to tilt devil. Younlg G4eorgo would inhe14rit a barrenl honor(1 to1 him1. Gehor'go took 110 steps to assuago 111s uncle1's wr'athl, but 110 thioughlt ai goodi dea11 (If t ho timel w~hen1 1 h 110shou1ldih Lord Fa1rnham111, wVithly 12500 a year' to bac1(k 11is title. Ho hald shlirkedl th11 ideal of mlarryinlg for 1mon11ey, but wh'len Mist Morland, withl heri undtenliably goldien charms, flng hlerseif tat 111s head(, ha pormlitted hlimllCf to argue the quies " Yout ((. rc hurd to plc((se,"' 8(ays hc. tinnl withI hlimsetlf. M~an~y a fellow, he told himlllf, had1( dono1 it betfor'o. It wvas a fair exchalngo. llis title for her mnon (:y' lIe wvas hleart whole, Hie would not do her or1 any13 other wVoman11 any1 wron~g ill malrryinlg her'. Hie wou1ld ( tink about it-hel( hesi tated-anld fina111y was5 lost. MIIiss Morland acceted~0 11111 calmly, was aI littlo vulgar over0t bor mlonloy, let it lbe knlownl that she thloughlt it a1 inl such ; mlarkably robust he'althI for so (old a1 1 :, and1( said( 8110 wouldI not like It was Ithen Novemberi 1. Gleo rge', glad of a1 r(espite1, (did niot pr)(.s for 1an ear~lior daly, aL circumllstanlce till hetir'is:5 rememh~ hered. He horo up1 under't is new'~ chainlt gall h1imil. 'Thien ('innel a da~y when(b ot h 111 1and4 Miss Marb1od11 wi re' ani ldownl gray 1y1 and111 hii r thallt ripjpledi1 al l'e her:1 whlito forehead. A rathe1r 011tIL ati bows Ii ttle maidenh, wh.losel best frock wer"e roses. Th'le Shlirleys, aL y'oung cou plo,~ adored 11Cr and1( woul d have bo hr to litay with theml us often 111 ever tilt old qmjjn. un,. fat)asa, man la lot his. ,.0,,, to thofta. Sho had been taken foroible Possession of by them from the month that saw George Brooke there and hig filanco, with the most disastrous re nults. Georgo Brooko foll madly In lovo with hor, and sho loved him. It has gono so far with them indeed that though no word las yot been spo ken onoh knows the other's heart, and sitting hero today in Nais little, danger. ously lonely retreat a sonso of passion ato protest against the fato that is divid ing them is thrilling through every tone. "We ought to go back," says Miss Done presently in a rather ohanged tone. Sho ha(d bon a little offonded perhasl) by the frivolity of his answer. "Ol, not yet, surely. We have boei hero so short a timo, and to got away front Shirley's banjo, if only for at min uto or two, is so intonso a relief. " "It is more than a minute or two," rising. "We havo been hore an immenso time. Agnes-Mrs. Shirley-will bo wolering what has become of us. So," regarding hin steadily, "will Miss Morland." "Let her wonder. Boesides, she has forgotten us by this tino in the delight of Lord Tottenliana's society. I wonder vhait she sees inl that old fossil? For my part I'm adways thinking when with him of what I don't soe-haair, tooth, ote." 'She is very kind to hin, poor old inall." "Aund aiability is her strong point. Iow maniy clarms you haivo discovered in her of late. " "I don't think you ought to SIOadc of her like that," says the girl, turning upon hin with at little flash inl her love ly eyes. "YIVou siouit dI 't criticise her." "Vhy not? I certaaitlv .ian't be ablo to criticise her next mntoaah, so I tay as well miake the m.,c of ily timtao now. Next month"-slow1y, and atlmost (lell aitly-' "I Slall I h le blessed proprietor of Mrs. Brooke, and it is iot perissi blo to criticisoone'sown wife, whatever you maiy do with regard to your friend's." lie hams spoken deliberately and witlh seennilg uniei'onieein, thougl inl traulth Iais heart; is torn inl t w(o by a very passion of despair and regret. Tley are both standing, but shao has tIrned siarply asideO anld has4 so placed iersel f t hat ho cannot see her face. H1e had imeant to provoko some word front her, anid her SilnIce maazadieans him. "What airo you thaink inag of?" asks he angrily, going up to her and compelling her to return1 his gaze. Site has' grown Veiy pale, but she meets his eyes with oult flinchi ng. "Notlhing,'' siys sin in aat tono out of which all her courage cannot keep tho soun1d of desolatio. "A wonan's answer. I know what you vero tlhinkinag of for all thiat-that there is no more despicable tiing on earth thaan at man who mnarries at wonaan for her noney. Yet what was I to (o? Was tle old nanio to lo forever lower ed? A title-and X500 a year-low do they go togethier? Money I felt t hat I maust have, anIIl when it calue my way I took it. Do you tiink I don't care now? BIlit the thiing is done. Ad liy uncle-tihat oldl man-hio is a lerfect devil, ha vill do nothinag for me. I ant tiel-ami boinid." says .he siiaplv. Slle ha1s I aughlt harsel'f intaleedl to rag-irmd it ina this .. ighat. Oft very3 old( faaaai1y hiersel f, tht <h-nelaas of raee stoem matu.aral to lher. TJo give ilu al for the satke tof thle (il nameaa-thiat haas r'asoni ini it-but that it shaould be' they t wo whou nust give up)-ihata .tems hiard I "Wh don't youl 5peak?" say s lie lushliy. "' Y ou despise me ; you "It thiink not1hintg but what is kiind of you,"' sayst she, lien voaico troan blinag, but her face ful l ot la gentle di gnti ty. "'I do inot despise you. Why shoul I? I tinkiiI you are doinag right. WVhent an old title comies toa onte, it shiouhi lho regarded as a stieredl charge, aamd you--you met'at to do the best you couldl for it. You will ho able, ini spite (if your uncle, to1 keep uil thle old itaine"--. "Oht, d--n thle old tno I" iinter-. rupts lie passionately, wvith a deep gr~aii. IHe htas spoke'n very ]owv certainI ly-anmd certainly it sems asx though the word h ul heant forced fronm him aaga aist hi is w ill--bit Doarot 1hy, lwearinag thiis terraible sltelib, grows duiantab. TJo so denioune thle " 'ald muneta!" She pauses, gazing at haim a as if thiaalterstriuck. "I beg your paioaa, ' says het mirordi 13'. Why has she takena it, aull so ituch for greanteda? Is thlire nuo loopalol of a's (nin 1? itf ihe htadcar ( as much111 as haelt doess, wouhi ll shae haive beten soi rea'dy to ackniowleaigo thle ('hlilms oif the. "ol namte ?" '"Daliiyou netve'r tink, Dorthiy," says lie slo'wly, "'of how it miightt hiave been if--if''-. WVithI a Il~ittlswift, imtperiativye gesture she lias tap ltwr hiaml andl ch,-eks htim. He~r very I lls are wit. lHen large ('ye grow suatl'aaly larger ais crueol, smaartinag, tears.' fill theam. E'vena as IBrooake gaz' ailtie, twto brnight; dr'ops overflow her lids latnd runl quickly down'i heri pal chlee'ks. "DorothIy I'' s1ays hae, imak:inag a imaovo ienat. toiward her'. "Na o Don't laind mel'" say~s she bravely, repuilsinag him t w itht ('ag-r haiuls. " 'You are dloiaag what is best for 3you, ideid, iiaid--an d iaftei warti you. will lie glade ftha-- Yes" -it-ervously.-. "'and heushab s" "'Oh, that wvill doi,"' Nays lie bit terly. Whay shld~ti~ youl trouible yaoiself te try 11ian re ocile amaa to nay fatea? I dare say thaema aar. worsa- thiaags that a mht befall al lan thani haaviaag to necept, ma ''I wish,'' says slht in a hea'aitbLreka vueja, "'ahalyouma woaahi ty to beo a little hiappy atbout it.'' "'1s there.( iaythinig t'lso youi w id':a? satys he(, puishting till his aiamt thet litthI frienidly3 hatad shte hasi~ Iphiead iupton it. "Ha111ppy, after all," thlrowinig up) hais hiead, with a sihoirt laaigb. " Whly niot ?" "Whiy inot iandaea?" tadlly. "ThIais i.s o ly aimomienit's faohly tin yourI llarb Every other alay you are as. ilerry asx the be'st (if us. TJomotrrow~ you will lhe your self lagini." "H ow yoau have stualied io? Yoau ait rigt . I am to matost fri volougs, t hr moatst Iliht hetartedl, af my sex. Sonic. timens, '" siays he, Ilaigin g aglaini, "'I'mt 5o happy~' a hat I wvish" - Ift pauases. -" t hat I was dlead!"I' saysi he, withI such a sutddent, vehemtena teb'anatge fromt atffeted carelesasea to htontat ttisery thtat her heart dit's wi thina her. Fear tiakes pc(.sosioni of heri. "'Oh, noI Oht, 111omi cres she, huer voice tdying awvay in a sob. Ianstinictive ly site moves toward1 himn, his arms MI hot forcibly, Of late her moods Uwe been very vNiable. 'GNOW?" asks ho. "The Sooner the better," returns she ihortly. "The library in always vacant it this hour. Shall we go there?" "A good pllace,'" says lhe, trying to L>ok oalm, while his hoart is thumping niolently against his side, as though it Nould burst its bonds. "Look hero, " says Miss Morland as a.os the library door behind him. 'Ono word is as good an tonm"-this is the usual graceful stylo in which she )arries on her conyorsation. "I know uito well wihy you are horo, and I may is well havO tho first word. You are dek of mo, and I'm nick of you. That's it-isn't it?" "Really"- begins iBrooko feebly. Ho a indeed so overpoworcd 'by the bril liMOy of this attack that ho finds words liffloult to him. "''Tho fact is," goeo oi Miss Morland, waving his attnpt at a reply aside with a gesturo of her large, firm hand, "I don't think thoro is the remiotest >hance of the Old1 gentleman dying..-. 'arnhaui, you know--and you without the title aren't good onough. '' "I can quito understand that," says bie gravely, shocked at her coarseness. "It is, however, a pity you didn't think f that sooner. I presume it was iovei' no then; it was only tho title." "Well, as far as that goes, " says she, "I prosunlo it was nover me either. It Was only tho inoney. '' At this lie colors ilotly. Sho laughs. "Does that troublo you?" says she. "Well, money clings to money, you know, and I hav l decided that one in tlgo hand is worth two in the bush. " This is a dark saying to him, but timo explains it. "The truth is saw Lord Farnham in town just bo fore I camuo down here, and ho looks an if ho would last forever-as if lie would Jover get older.'I "No, lie will never get older," ro peats Broloko in a curions ton1e. With th 11Old 11111 lying (ead, this hieiartlesS ,poenh of hors-this cruel longing for his death-sonnds even more detestable thain it would have wero ho living. li liimself had not loved the old lord, but bo had never wished hin dead. "As to that, I supposo Iho will havo to, whether ho likes it or not," says she vindictively. "But I don't feel inclin. d to wait for him. And-or--as Lord. Pottoiiham" - "Yes?" says he, his heart giving a zreat bound. "As Lord Totteihanm asked ino last iight to niarry him, I decided that it would be better to bring our engage lilnt to till elul. " . "I am to understand, then, that you uire about to inarry Lord Tottenhan?" Asks ho formally, subduing all expres. TIr s1in of his passioniate1 relief by a a prenme etfoit. So TJot tenhanm wasl "'the bird1 ini thle hiaiid!" A tough one truly. "Exactly so.'' "Youi itro w ise in your own genera tioni,' ' says lie, with st passisig smile, "and( soun id ini your proeverbIs." "You don11't e-xlsress imuch retgret at ill events, "1 saysohet, wi t hiI a shill augh. "'I am wise ini this, itt least, that I ulon't ~are about dividiiig my husbandl's aif fec ti on with anotmIher. Tlhat li ttle girl to whom you give your whole tiime will no doubt be glad to share with you your ?500 a yer This is ulibearahl. "-If you allude to Miss Den," ay he (quiet ly, thiiough hsis face is inal Iand1( his eyes flash ing, "'I do inot thlin ik she gives her tiro1 thboughts5 toI inoney. Five hundred pounds a year, hsowever would, I ackiiowledge, Ioh ut; a poor th ig to lay at her fet I ainl glad, thierefore, thiit it is inow ini my~ p)ower to otfer~ her ?141,000." "What!"' says Aliss AMorland. ,Sho takes a step forward. Dismay, coinster hat ion, diseomtfiture, arei all largoly knit, on her astoiiishied face. "'Lordl Farnihaini died at 10 o'clock last night. C ontr airy to( my e'xpectations1 he 1has left soi every pennuy lie posscesed." Ho bows anti( mnosvcs towarril thIe dhioor. "St ay-- one miomieiit,"' gaills' Al iss Morlaiid. If she lias own'i one uanIl grain of hmopn left that slit nusly st ill he Liady F"arnhm, hiis next words' idstroy it. "'You mius. pardlon me, ' 'says he. "'I have ani appiol intiienit wit h AlM Dene Shei hass iiot y', '.V( 1ard im news,. Ahm, served ol bien . ais lie most; oppiort unlely Dlntern thle roi :n, " 'permit tm11 to 'oin grfaue you. Miss M orlhand has jIust inforimed me1 of your en gagemlen t to( her1. [ feel she has dlone wisely inideedl. Wi'ith miuch hi umiity I conif ess myseif verny lie laughis anid hurries away to find Dorolthy wait ing for hiti ini that- little sacred spot lie hadinamieid Arcadia yes terday. Shmo ris-es ais ho comteis ftowi~ ber mul( h trnis so (lead ly whlito thast lit is aifrih she is goinig to fain lt. "'It is sll r ight I'' ries lie joyously, ~o reassure her. A lift Icl cry es-capt-s heir. She wouhIdll have gone 1(o him i, but her limb s refuse to oboy~ 11cr, and if lie lied '1ot (aught, hr r ini hiis airins .h8ll watii 1d lave fiilIlen. There is n1o rest (ral t' power 50 offsctual as a lover's kiss. D~orothiy is presenltly her' ebarmhii'g self 'gaini. "Oh, ho0w di'l it Im en cm?'" cries she apturroutsly. " I pra~ya . f or it iall1 last 2ight:;, but somieho(w I ne~veir hiad miuchi lope. She lias given you upj, thon? "'Rs'slly imid truly." "'Oh, how could she?'" leaninag back ro'.n hiim toi gazo inito his (liar face, the innidsomiest in t he warlh1 t o her. isiily, '' says he, withi a heartty laulgh. 'You uy tinik lim'e goil to loo5k at, mat when-i i-oparedh v.it h suichl a youth.ii 'ul Adon5i :4 as5 1ny Lm-d 'lot Itenh;nt, 'veil open, In it knoieit sho il~ lying on Iia breast. "Oh, don't wish yourself doadl" sobs sho, orying bitterly. "I don't now." whisporm fie, tighten ing his arms round the slender, bejovod little form. "I ought not to bo here. I oughtn't indeed, ' says she, ma king, howevor, no effort to rudooni her position. "T'hore is Miss Morland to think of." "Thero is indoed I" says ho ruefully. It is a heorful ruefulness, howevor. With his world in his arms ho can afford to fight with outsiders. And ho was not wrong after ill. Sh does love him. "Couldn't you"- begins Miss Dono, and thon breaks off. "Couldn't I what, darling?" "Couldn't you break it otf with her?" whispers sho into the right sido of his coat. Hahl This was what lo wantedl "I could, " says lie, laughingly softly and pressing the pretty hoad againl his heart with his hand, 'unid I will' "I wouldn't say ai word--not i sylla ble," says Dorothy, with awful dotor minttion, "if sho loved you-but sho doesn't" This decidedly, with all tho impontrablo perspicacity of youth, that never reasons, yet always knows! "No?" ineekly. "I confems that idea has occurred to mysolf, but if my per sonal charms are a matter of indiffor enco to her, why then has sho dono me tho honor to accept mo?" "They say, " says *Miss Dorothy, lift ing her limpid eyes to his with i all the importauco this tinic honored authority Y~ W lhy don't yjou syc-ak " xils lie harshly/. ought to produce, "that you want to marry her for her morwy, and that sho wants to marry you for your title.'" "Do they?" says MIr. Jrnioke. "As it rule the mnighty 'they' are alwaysright, but for once they are at faiult. If she wants to inarry inc for ny title, I'm sorry for her. Firstly, becanue I'm go ing to marry some onre else, and, second ly, because if I did inarry her the covet cI title wouhi not be hers until her hair was gray, the old boy being about as strong at present as any annuitant. And as for mne, I most solemnly swear I doint want to marry her, either for her money or anything olse." "Ahi! but you did, " says she. "Even if so you should not be the one to reproach ie,' says he. "YXes. That's true. I'in hound to you, '" says she, nestling closer to im. 'Aid,'" in an awedl rOe, ''wheni will you tell her about it, George?"' She hesitates so admirably over' the pronounicing of his ia::e that Gecorge laughs and1( catchinig up her pretty handi~ kisses the pink palmin of it with rapture. tell you the truthI, I think she has an inkling of it. She satid somiethiing ahout yeu the other day that looked as if she was jealous." "'Sho couIln'i ..--'." dloesi't love,'' says Dei t..'-.. , u. . a convict ion. "'Oh,'" with a little, long drawnr sigh, "'it is dlreadiful to feel jealous!'' "Youi nieedn't have felt it,"' says lie ten der'ly. "But I did. I 'ouildn't hear to think she was to helonig to you, while I WVell," with a happy little sigh this time thamt brings tears into her eyes5, "'I'ii nat jealous no(w. I wonderci what she'll say to you?'" "Giv1 e mne good damy ni dlonbt and re joice o'ver a qullittanc of bohal rubbhishi. After all, she was thur'wiing hiersel awaty. A girl withI a E( n11l1e of mil lions~ might easily have ioe in-r own (of at better 11a1tch t hani 11' mi likely3 to prove." "She ((oubIdli hae nu1n13 noli better match,'' indlignantly. ' 'Oh,"' starting, ''is that A gnes cnllIing? (Oh, comoI, let us5 inn I We have bean here a dlreadfully long time." "Till tomorrow, then, '" says lhe, catchmilg her ini his arms and1( kissing her. "'Tomocrrowv, I pray heaven, wvill leave 11no free to toll all the world that I love y'ou." Topmiorrow, however, brings its owvn lplans--wi th the hot wa'1teri at 8 which a man11 brings him, a veritable bombshell. lii thfe shaupo of at let tar, that blowvs all his iltentionis to pieces. Ilis unolo, Lord Farnihaim, is (lead, so wvrites Lordl Fairnhaim's lawyear, and has left hiis nophiew net emily thle title', which lie couldni't keep from himi, but hiis en-* tire fartutne, ?1-.1,0010 a y'ear. 'At thle last the namie hiadt bteen too luch far the 01l1 nim. 11(3 111n3 given' hiis all1 for the, keepimg up) of it. I h. hai evnivitp his revenlgi, thoaugh,-if he had1( known it, he could himrdlly have mado his nieph ew 11n(3re liunapy thani by the bestowval of thIiis lmost ulooiked for gi ft. I low is he to go to Miss Morlanid now ind dleimnd his liberty? With the title and~ the fortun le, toio, ini bolth his mu hiiis, how is het toi ask liar to break oif his on gagemenit? 'Iis- souil iniks like lead withii him n. It was such a lle a ranmgemuenit b'etween thleml, she to give monley, lie thli title; thait now11 whieni lh finds hiiise'lf indi'pondlent of her mnoney it scomns impossible to asi lhar to let him go free fromhi theo datosted1 bond. .A latst fighlt for life anuimates hin., i~e will seek anu interview with Miss Mer land1( after break fast and1( put the case fairly beifor'e her. If shin still elected to adhere to thieir origiinal econtract, so bho it. Goodby thlen to life and joy aind happmli ess. '.The honior that alone re niiamsji will be) butt ai 11(or comifon r. Kniowkdugo (If Miss Moranid tells him that she will b e vary likely to assert her r'ighits anmd decde on kreepinrg her held (If title anid estate, lie mnagos to as~k liar for a fnw atmiutas alonie wvith hiin befe leavinig the breacikfalst room. Si methiing new in her face as she an 51wersl him i-gr'an ting thle reqluiredh in terviewv-strikes hiiimit th -ienet testing and declaring, by all the saits in the calendar, his Purpose to accept no favor from Colonel Bunton, I turned round to my desk and addressed a note to Benton, something like this: "'Dear sir, I am aware of the dis putos, pCrsonal and political, wh Ich have taken place between youroulf and the bearer of-.this note, Mr. John Wil son. But ;the.:gqntleman Is now old, and 18 goingto California, and needs a recommendation. I know nobody in California to whom I could address a letter that would be of any service to him. You know everybody, and a lotter from you would do him a great dcal of good. I have assured M r. W il son that it will give you more pleasure to forgive and forget what has passed between you and hin, and to givo him a letter that will do him good, than it will him to receive it. I am going to persuado him to carry this note, and I know you will be glad to see him." Wilson got through p'rotesting, and I read him the note. Then I said : I want you to cUrry it to Benton." " I won't ." ho replied. I coaxed anti scolded and reasoned, and brough t every consideratior death, eternity, ard evervtlhing vse to boar, but it seemed of no use. Sab I : " Wilson. you w I) H reg ret it." Aftrl' a while he rot a litt!e often tid. and sone tei's 1i >wid, ni :d -i, I mlade hiini proiise rathier r' Iitan ly, that he wou'-d d :r th It. --% Colonel IB.Lnton's door, if lit sid iu w any more. lie told me after'wm- thtat it was the bittereAt pill lb eVe sta 1 lowed. Colo I eentoni.9 hin)v..a net farl fr'om inline. \\'~ '(n tiik tib. note, ual. fs h few r H ilnl.. welit up withl tremb1linghal ,pu the note with I. a own NI'i iU I.lk' hand of the gi that vim' t', t ili,,. and ran away to hi is lHo' Lb. l been sear'cely half a1 ht'r ;n 1 ,1. ti.ibling to think wh it b a I_. wien a note caie fom ol011 saying he had leeive 1 lote, and that M rz. i a would have much pl1 ri :n ing Mr. Wilson at 'reak fast ' :, the next mornintg. T hey wi . break fast for himi, and no an wir t. expceted. 'he idea,'' said he to hii-. "that i am to bire akfast, wit TI Benton ' John \Vilson, what w ii . lt, Zay. and what lha: I S1ay * T tling is not to he thouiight f. A it vt I iiiiit. I Ilave deliverted thei not ;Ik sent iy card. I f I don't go now. it will be 'ude. I wish I had not take'n it. It doesn't seein to me as if I co uld go and sit at tle table. I- hiv awak. said he, afterward, to Ie. "tiat night, thinking of it, and in t he Iorning I felt as a man might fuel who had had sentence of dleatli pared upon him and was callcd by the turn-Nkey to -,t up i 'fo hi lrieakfast. I ro-t. hiwevi r, made my toilet, ard, after heiating a gireat deal, went to Coloneci ii -htIl,! hIouse. My hands tre'mbled a- I tile door' hell. I nstead of t he ora the oionel hvimsI camne to the d.r lui look me lly hith Lands ald .-aI!. 'W ilson, I ai del lviled to -scf v(1: tlis is the happiebt nmetin. I fi had for 2) years. Gi ve m114' iiir Web.t .t has done the hiii -i lie ever did in iIls life.' . 1. -ad: 1 d iictiy to the dining room. I: I scnted Inc to Mrs. Benton, a lpd t- hi sat down to breakft:st. Afte r II ing about my family. hie.tIaid. ' Ye. .4nd 1, Wilson, hmve been quarlu'cl"a on tle stump foir 27 years. We .Imva beL'n eallinv each other hlarJ nae bult Ieally with no want of 'mmua re:spe'ct om' con lidence. I t hias lbe'en a ime'ie fool ish lih t,, and let's .n ipeW it out of mind. Eve'rything thatr I hv said about you I ask your pariien for. lHoth cied a little, and I atiked hh.: p~ard'on, anti we were'( good firieinds We tal ked ovem' old matttei, and spemt the ni:ori'Ong till 1 2 o)''lock in pl ea:-anut conlver'sation. Not hintg wats said oif the k t ter' until I wats depaini'Lug. I Ii tur'nedl t his th-:-k. and said. ' I havei l' prere stome I tiers fior you t-> mt --on-itn-lawt ilndt othier friends, in Cat.ifbr nia1:' and hie handed mnine IIL shieet- of fooheap. "It was not a letter, lbut an uale a eunm-and to 'ev'ery' a peron tio whomen It, was to th it' f--1 et thiattthoever' re eive'd 1hemi inuiit iv e -peciail att''n tion to) the waunt- of Ii. path-u'ilar friend, Coilom1t .ltohn W\a inn of S. I thatnke h- i m in od left. - flenton aft i-tm'd cae io meOn:--amni -aid, 'WbS.' ter'. th'at was' h' k inde't \\hr ' l hve d i. ntd I'le': i\m' ftir oney toubl.t'e o. lt in i al tmy miid. Thcait ws kind, WeI e.I .-gt tho\ ~thinst offd our m as-i Ia aidw rtay:lu wie have gt. rtty 1 near the uin' iker is th n lit-i l'-'iii ty in n ouri hatasPs iano. Aod rlexander GEWANT VTI People who ihv Superstition alou the unlucky nutber 1:1 will not .t much comfort frvon tihe p)ose4ionl :d the A11nerleau quarter, onl wichther< are 13 stars, 1:, Jtters inl the c. which the vaglo;holds In it-, el-. feathCs1 com poing itN win, r: r~wft In its tall, 13 parallel lines oil L1't 13 ' horizotital stripm, I :j~*rw and 1:1 lettut's Iti the worb - dollar.'' -T'wo iminish, ollicers. eX plol'U(I tilt' Couritl'y 1ol.: mplyuis, forind there wn who are Worshipper, ant of the use of w, mal 'ae all dh-,-t4 the siz" of ponl-ii4 i dog' and~ t"',:e i' I itpi'c' -iI Ilater is fur,. Iow c L v 1) 1 Lv 1: C., I ai Iumio, W I I .,4, t i 4 f . t b . . 4 o C.1 * ' . t I - Ar . ii 4 144 1. :j 4 1) (At4111 t I I - - v 64 ip Ar . 11Ithv Ar.WI 41, .141 1 i, I ,'; : I'4 1 i V' " (\I n 44. "' I f-n "A" ' .rn p. 4. 4.4 - n i . ''N". night.' No . I : 414 mily. W ' il -I :' 1 ..u h .w r 1.4 .-1l 'l an1i'... 1- ::1.44 11'I - 1 . 14 041.' . '' 1-44 . 1' . h i- e\ r :lt ,vi'.: a s.' : --..n. 14n,-: an ' ..''1 ..1 4 \\ns. . : -. A unnnh s 44 r in ban P (4:4 :0 in con4, in n : ti '. ' ~ ited tinns ir Sa Frewie-o. ~ mu 41.. I l t''4 . r4 s.'441. )et ween Wn, j o. 444.., run* 44 !id *- - ) ':.n\. \ :-4 New4 ) 4h ( >r - ) - ' Hiorsier ifrLL\, S. C back soat. "Do you menn to tell me," with growing indignationi, "thilat she has giveln you up fr Lord Tottonham?" "Even so, ily Igood child. ", "Pouf I She's a fool. Sho's not worth Wasting words upon, " says Miss Deno, with scornful cong ion. "That's vhnt I fl1nIk. Let's talk of ourselves," says lie. "Oh, as for that, " says sho, turning suddenly very dismal and trying to give her heaId tho proporly dejected droop, "I dare say you will be sorry about all this liter oil. I havo not been at good friend to you," vitlh a..heavy sigh, ahilid thiat's the truth." "Whatan I going to bo sorry atbtout?" "You knvow. You "aid yesterday that it woultld ho dreadful to livo (n X.500 a year." "So it wvculd with Miss Morland not with you." "Ahl That is all very well now. But I sai(l soiethijg about it to father hast week-not about you and me, you know, but about things gierally-and lie saild that whenl peoplu wvithjout mioney mar11 rid other people vithiout mone110y it WIs miness." This rather involved lsen tonle she gives forth with gruat soleimi nily. "Wlat tb lot lIe sail I" (xhtlims Lord Farnharn, wit h afflteil ahui rat io. "Jut, aftcr all, it seems to mte ie didi' know what he was talking ahumt. Tilt real (llestion ic, Dorothy, w lot her yoi could lbe hippy wit h nw', (.meIn thouglh we both were poor." "hdarling, -winitjI Llyrid que-stionl Dti't you lntov that. if I hail C10,00(m yar"-this sevins .to be the utinosi hotight if her amb11 hit ion--" andnot youl, J sholId be te oInst w retched girl alive?'' " Well , you slha I liave imore th an tImI with lie," cries he, folding his arna - round her with a tindir acess of pas. Hion, and with hissoul full of uispokcr gratitude for this loving iemrt that, lu been given him to prfect his life. Then ho tells inr all. 'Till E-ND. Webster and Benton, HlARV\E-Y'S 1?E.MINISCI1EN('l-s m1.'\V. One day after dinner, as MIr. Web ster was seated in his4 library, the ser vant announced " Mir. Wilson, of St. Louis," and John Wilson came into the library. AI r. Webster at once arose and grected him. Narrating the visit v) me, he said : NMr. Wilson was a gentleinan whom I had known more or' less for a qua rtCr of a century : a lawyer of pretty exten *ive piactice, with a good deal of tal ont: a man of very violent pre.judices and temlper, who had spent io.t of his tubl!ie life. after lie had reached Uan hood, in viotlent opposition to Colonel 1 :nton. 't. was not so much an op-po s;ition to Cclo nei lienton's De.mocraecv as it, was a personal feud, as bitter aod malignarit as any that ever .exiited between two men. It was notoriou. in St.. Louis tiat wheni Colonel Benton went on the stump, John Wilson wonJi always be theire to meet him and. to abase him in the most virilent terms': ard -tiit.i MIr. Benton would return the fire. I had not seen Wilison for a good many years, and only met him oc easionally3 in courit. [Ie camne to me no0w a broken man10, premaiituirely old, with a w reeked fortune, and after' some coniversation, he said: ''1 am gouig to emiiigrate to Cali for nia in my ehi age, Nlr. Welahter :I am poor :' have a famnity : and alIthough it matters but littde to me, for the short tLime thiat re mains, to mne, if I amii 11oor, y et thbere a ie those who are dear to meC whlose cond it ion I mii ghlt, imniprov.e by go)ing 1,a a new couniitry and trying to menad my for'tu nes. NIly objectt in ea I - tng on you1 is to trioule you for a letter' to some one in Callifor'nina meely to say that you kno me1~ 1 to he' a r'espieet a i per:-on, Worthy oif :onitidUenfc." A fter' X ixprsvin miI' iy retgre't thiat~ he shouli d fee! 4)bl1g d to emiigrate toa isuch a d stia Ee'- for theni it Ilooke d lk' a formaidable under'takingz to go the Call 'ornia-l asked lim i if lie was fu; ly "''s, he said, '" I have imade' u~ 'ell I set, about thinking what, I e.'"uld doi fir hiimi. I saLw nio way to iv e him aissi sta nce. huid no pia rticu ari inItLienIce with the governmenlit, at. that time, and inally I said : "I atin (iirry, NIe ilson -e, to.say that, so) far' as I ami aware, therq is not a biUu ian he itg in Cal ifoirr. ia that I k now.v I Wi ere "to under'ttake tt) give you1 a let t''e t) aniv~Oni in CaltIiforniau, t shou:d "Il Tht nitkes no differce,"iiC~ sidL hie' "'every body knows you, andI a cermtifhicate thiat vyou k now tme with be hiave." I v Iwill wite one t wit.hi great pl eas anrc'' although you1 priobabtly overrat~e trbe intlu~ence of my.3 nanme in Calili n ia, I want to give you sometthitng that. w ii hie oif, he: e it to y((1 ou Let, mei see,' MI r.V Wi'ar? ColonelI len ton almtiost. 4os (.al ittq a, and lie cotild giv'e you a letter toi l'remnont,. antI others that wonuld he of' tl'st-rate ser'vice to you.'' lIhe looked me in the face, half aston ilhed and1I hatlf irqu iin gly, as5 mu tchI as t~o say, "'Ca n it, lie piossible that y' u aren .1~imnoan0t. (of the& rel Iations betw en Colonel leintoni arid myvself "I uilnders'tand~ w hat, you- mean :I am11 per'fectly aware of the past ditlldu Itit's be tweeni yout and NIr. I ton tii,,andit the hiii tel' pe'rsonial hostility t hat, hazs ex isted. Ihit I want to say .to you t hat a i'r at eb.ianig e ha is coe~i overI Coilor e [h'nt.ea sincit you k new hi~iim. iI I'ielngs andii setimeniiits irre't softened. W~\e are yect.ting oler. Our hi'ry lint, blood is gettin g cooled and 'changd. It is tardlyv wor'th whIilie tor' imen, whIile thiey are getting hear the maIx imumlil OL hiumoan life. to iinule iln these feel igs of i'nmiit~y ail it will. It, i' at hinig that we ought to rid outrselv'es oif. ColonieIII entoin anad 'I have beeni en gilged in a w ar of wortis, as .oaoutand lie hiave, and, t up to two ori thr iee y'ears aigt. we we''nt, out of t.be .same dloiir for yea:rs w i thiout saying as muchl pas 'good not know'~ a man in the senate to whom I would y o w ith more (eer't.inty of h av ig ar favor gran'te td tlba n to Colonel Ben tonl. I he feels that. alg is coming upoii himi anid lie is r'econelledh to many of hiis hitt'rest, oppone'nts.' "Il t b y servat n1t a dog,"' re tilied Wil soii, '' tis't lie shooi doa this thIng and1( tha it thIir I 'Y I wold iliot h ave a letter from ihm, I wouldI not, speak to him, I woul not, he beholden to hIm for' a favoeii-not, to 5'-''vot the Ii fo of eivery' membert' oif my fatmily !No, sIr !The thoughit, of it maiike.s me shua]der. I feelI ind i:nan t itt the mnenticon of It. I 1kt a letter from NI r. Ben ton ' I .Id mant spieak ing in you. ThaImt is n t Ihe spi ri tin wichlo t'. Indulge. I k now liow 3you feel.'' And whilenlie was ravingr and m~i'.