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Ws l iiiiU. !; ! fc yte te i sfcfc 31 LOST ON THE.... 3 VELDT 7i w w w w w w w w w w w w r? CHAPTER IV. (Continue.!.) "Was it nnythlng, dcarlo?" Sho ut tered an exclamation as slio bi.w Blue boll's white face. "The Boors they're going to attack us, Bluebell? Is Unit It?" "No, no, nuntlc not so far as I know," said the girl, with an attempt at a wan smile. "At least, that wasn't what dad wanted. Hut don't ask mo tonight, nuntle, I'm tired. Good night." Miss Ellzaboth was all of mother sin had over known. "Good night. God keep you, dearie," tlio elder woman whispered. Her words remained with Dlucbcll after Bho had shut herself Into her room. God keep her! There was Ono to whom she should turn now for help In this most terrible crisis of her young life. Dlucbcll throw herself on her knees, burying her face In her hands. Oh, God, show her whnt was tho right thing to do. Help her, oh, God, for there was no other who could tell her what sho must dol Savo her father from tho conse quences of a deliberate crime by selling herself to this scoundroll It was a fearful sacrifice! Did God demand it of hor? Nay, would sho bo doing right in making It? Uluebcll was n good, sweet, true-hearted girl. Sho had al ways shown respect and affection for tho most unlovnblu man who was her father even when ho was least worthy of respect; but sho had an unusual amount of common sense for n young girl, and wns not likely to bo betrayed into any sentimental and maudlin courso of action. As Bho knelt thero n sudden thought came to Uluebcll, bringing the warm blood In a palpitating wave over tho pallor of her white face, and quicken ing tho throbs of hor heart that hid boon boating so low and despairingly. It was tho thought of Adair Rothes. "If ho were only hero," Ulnebell said to herself, "I think ho .would help mo. He said ho was my friend." Her thoughts wandorcd from tho terrlblo crisis of tho moment to tho brief tlmo of happiness In tho after noon when Rothes had first mot her. It had not lasted long, that was true; but somehow tho memory of Rothes' clasp of her hand, of his long look Into her eyes, brought a kind of brlof sweetness into Bluebell's licTut, which oven tho pain and sorrow of tho pres ent could not quite blot out. When she rose from her knees hor mind was quite made up. "I shall not tnhrry that man," sho said, and her eyes were full of a otrango, deep determination. "It would not make dad's sin the loss It I did so. It would bo a sin on my part to marry a man llko that. It would ho adding sin to sin. Dad must escape, but it will bo in somo other way. I will holp him to do so. Ho must escape to Eng land, and auntlo and I will carry on tho farm here." This determination brought a cer tain rcsttulncss to Blueboll. Sho un dressed, got Into bod, ami presontly wont to sleep, though It was a sleep disturbed by troubled dreaniB of Boors attacking New Kelso, Betting flro to it, and tying up all Its occupants to stakes in ordor that they might bo burnt also. Adam Lesllo had a worso night than his daughtor. Ho was up nt daybroak and riding over his farm, As ho was roturnlng about 7 o'clock he Raw a tall, dark flguro approadhlng hint on horso back. Ho recognized it at once, and his heart sank. Mooro rodo quickly up to him. Mr. Lesllo could sco somo excitement on tho usually dark, impassive face. "News, Lesllo great news!" ho ex claimed, as ho camo close to tho other man, and flung himself oft his horso. "Listen, man; but first" he dropped his volco "what of my lovo affair. How have you succeeded with tho llttlo bride-elect?" Lesllo's rubicund faco blanched, but ho endeavored to put on an air of as suranco. "My dear Mooro, sho will como round; I am not afraid of that. Of courso you mu'st allow for n llttlo ro luctanco at first; but thero isn't the slightest fear but sho will glvo In. But you'll glvo us a day or two moro of grace, will you not?" His lono of abject entreaty tpld moro than his words did to tho keen car of Gorald Moore, who turned aside for a moment, and pnssod his hand over his Hps as It to conceal their uxpresslon, "Yea, I will give you a day or two more," ho said presently, "for there's some work boforo you, Mr. Leslie, if, as I think, you fcol Incllnod to toll somothlng which tho British general at Ladysmtth would glvo his cars to know. In a fow days some of tho biggest men on tho Boors' bUIo may be made prlsonors. Hal is that not tidings worth hearing? I could glvo the information mysolf, but I wish you to havo the chunco of u llttlo glory, and also of a pecuniary reward, You do not need to sell this information under auverul hundrod pounds." Tho eyes of Adam Leslie glistened. Avarlco was ono of tho man's besot ting Bins. It was tho hasto to bo rich which had landed him in tho net ot the billionaire Gerald Mooro. He grasped Mooro's nrm. "And you can glvo me this Informa tion I? For pity's sake, let me know 11. Moore." TtM mtktr man bent his head, and Wi ti k li k te U fc te i& M ill te. A STORY OF THE BOJR CAMPAIGN x in natal a: a: By H. B. Mackenzie MlltfttMtttlUHV y www w www w w w w Wi for a few minutc3 spoke in a low but deliberate and distinct voice. Lesllo drank in every word. Ills hatred of tho Boers was on! cntalcd by his lust for gold, nnd tho twe passions, seeing a way to bo satisfied here, rendered his rubicund faco agitated and con vulsed with emotion. "You nro willing to Inform? Then go, and nt once!" exclaimed Mooro. "Not a moment Is to be lost! It Is utterly Impossible that the informa tion can be carried to Ladysmlth In any other way. I solemnly assure you that no one else knows It but myself. You can reach Ladysmlth by 9 o'clock. So thon, without more ndo, go!" As Adam Leslie, full of the design that was to deliver tho very lcadors of the Hocr army Into tho hands of tho enemy, hurried within his stead ing, tho other man looked nftcr him with a smile. "So you have worked Into my hands, friend Leslie," he muttered. And ho rubbed these useful members together as If Lesllo wcro literally between them. "Now my path will bo easy. Yes, my charming Bluebell, you will find Gerald Moore Is capable of rcvengo as well ns lovo!" And ho laughed. "And If you will not yield to persuasion, my doar young lady, why, then, wo must needs try forco!" CHAPTER V. Bluebell had come down prepared to glvo her father hor answer, nnd to mako her proposal to him, In tho morning; but to her surprlso nnd con sternation, Bho learned that ho had gono off on horseback, no ono knew whither, not saying when ho should return. "it was Sam who saw him go," said Miss Elizabeth, In n frightened tone, "nnd ho says he went In tho direction of Ladysmlth; but of course ho may bo going much farther than that ho may bo going by train. Do you know nothing about it, Bluoboll?" Bluebell shook her head. Sho was moro put nbout even than hor nunt by tills now move. What could It mean?" "Dear auntlo, you'ro not afraid of tho Boors, arc you? They havo never dono us any harm, why should they now? Though they are fighting with Britons, it Is with British soldiers armed themselves, not with helploss, unarmed peoplo, especially women." Tho day passed, the women going about their usual avocations; buN Adam Lesllo did not return. It wns not till lata In the evening that ho rodo nt n hard paco up the avenue nnd into tho steading, right up underneath tho stoop or veranda. Bluoboll wont down to meet him, then turned nway with a shudder, for she could boo ha was deep ly flushed and his eyes blazing, while ho staggered slightly as ho got off his horso. "Sam!" cried Bluoboll to tho Zulu servant who had apppearcd at the sound of tho horse's hoofs, "take my father's horso. Father, take my nrm," she Bald, In a low volco. But ho flung hor oft with an oath. "Away Into the houso! You are a disobedient creature, and I will havo nothing to do with you!" ho snarled. Ho himself staggered Into tho sitting room, where ho lay down on a couch and foil aslcecp, without oven remov ing his groat, riding boots. Bluebell could not speak to him thnt night. She crept away, bitterly hu miliated nnd distressed; and Miss Elizabeth camo In nnd endeavored to comfort her; but It ras such comfort ns ono who Is Ignorant ot the real na ture or depth of a woun can glTe, By tho morning her father had sfcpl off his drunkon fit. Bluebell managed to get a fow minutes nlono with him nftor broakfaBt, during which ho was sullen nnd silent, not exchanging a word with tho women. Bad ns Adam Leslie was, ho hnd still a fow Instincts of n gcntlemnn, and ono of these told him thnt ho hud boon guilty of n huso and dishonorable act In Bcllllug tho Information which was to botrny tho Boer leaders Into tho hands ot an enemy. "Father, I must speak to you for a minute," Bluebell said, very pale but vory determined. "I hnvo been think ing ovor what you said last night. I cannot do what you wish. It would bo n crlmo to sell myself to n man I loatho nnd fear. Butbut you must escape. This Is tho time to do It, when all tho country Is In contusion, and pooplo nro loavlng ovory day. You must go down to Durban nnd get to England. Aunt Elizabeth and I Bhall stay on hero, and wo can send you tho monoy wo make. Tho only thing wo havo to do Is to throw Mr. Moore off tho Bcont," Ho had beon glaring at her with a look that vaguely terrified Bluoboll up to this moment. Now ho Interrupted her In a hoarse, sullen tono. "You nro mad, child! You don't know what you nro talking alioutl I am not going to escape, or to do any such thing, In tho meantime. As tor you, you will havo to mako up your mind sooner or later to marry Oerald Mooro; but ho Is not going to Insist at once. You will havo a week or two In which to accustom yourself to tho ldoa that socms so disagreeable to you." o turnod without another word, and walked out ot tho room. Blueboll looked after him, with mlaglod agony and humiliation In her heart. Tic had not always been llko this. Bluoboll could remember hor early years of childhood In far-off Scot land, when a sweet-faced, brown halrcd woman ruled tho house, nnd Adam Leslie had been ns different from what ho was now as day Is from night. Then the Bwcot mother had died, nnd Leslie had beon turned out of tho inheritance ho had thought would bo his, by n cousin, long supposed to be dead, turning up; and, in a sullen, de fiant mood, tho man had set off for South Africa, taking his sister with him. The passion for making money had entered his heart, which seemed to havo no longer any sweet home affection to soften It since his wife died; nnd ho had become harder and moro sullen nnd moro Immersed in money mnklng until this fearful end hnd come. A dny or two passed. Gerald Moore seemed to havo disappeared, nnd Bluo boll began to brentho moro freeely. Perhaps, after all, he was not so bad as Bho had thought; perhaps her evi dent aversion to tho Idea of marrying him had offended him, and decided him to act a more merciful part than ho had nt first Intended. Meantime, too, they had heard no further news of tho Invading Bocra. Ono night Bluoboll had gone to her own room rather earlier than usual. Sho had had n hendacho an uncom mon nllment with her and, saying to her nunt that sho felt Biire that there wan a thunderstorm coming, sho bado hor good-night nnd wont to bed; but for n long time she could not sleep. Tho night was very hot an unusual thing at that season, when, though tho clays aro swclterlngly warm, tho nights nro correspondingly cold and thoro was tho strango stillness In the air which precedes a thunderstorm, Bluebell lay waiting for the first sud den clap of thunder, the first dazzling blazo of lightning, all hor nerves un strung, not by fear, but by tho over charged electricity In tho air, and her own throbbing temples. At last Bluebell's cars, strained to catch any noise, detected n strange throbbing sound; but it seemed to be vory far nway. It was certainly not tho rumbling ot thunder. Was It a real sound, or did It oxlst only In her fancy, In the throbbing tympanum of hor ear? Bluebell lay still nnd lis tened. No, It was no fancy! She heard It again, nnd this time more distinct. It was tho sound of horses' hoofs of many horses' hoofs Bluebell well know, though the noise produced was not thnt of several distinct sounds, but of ono galloping along tho wagon path of tho voldt Bluebell started up In bed, a sudden trembling seizing her. The Boera! Of course It was the Boers! Sho did not havo n doubt on tho subject. But In whnt direction were they going. Ah! they were coming towards New Kelso! Sho could hoar their horses approach ing every moment. Almost mechanically Bluebell throw herself out ot bed and dressed hersolf quickly, then thrust her feet Into her slippers. All tho house was silent. It was about 1 o'clock In tho morning, nnd every ono was In bed. Should sho go to wake thorn? Bluebell hesl tatod. Perhaps tho horsemen would pass right on; they must be going towards Ladysmlth. Was It not bet tor that her father should sleep on In Ignorance that tho hated Boer3 were so near. If ho knew of their prox imity, who could tell what bad step his hatred ot them might Induce him to take? Bluebell determined to remain whero sho was and watch. She stood behind tho muslin curtains, which alono pro tected tho unshuttered window, watch ing. Hor heart beat fast nnd un evenly, and nervous llttlo shoots of pain ran through tho palms of her hattds. (To be continued.) t With the F.jen or Faith. Some Idea of amateur photography" ns It wub In Its early days may ho gathored from nn Incldont which the lato Bishop Wnlsham How confided to his noto book. Before ho becamo a bishop ho used to call together the old men of tho parish on New Year's dny, nnd on ono occasion ho displayed to his guests a photograph of two old men who had long worked nt tho rec tory. They wero photogrnphe 1 in their working clothes, ono with a spado nnd tho other holding a llttlo treo ns If about to plnnt It. A very deaf old mnn, Richard Jones, took tho photograph in his hands, and looking nt It said: "Beautiful! Beautiful!" So the rector shouted: "Who nro they, Richard?" "Why," ho said, "its Abraham offering up Isaac to bo sac rificed !" Tho rector tried to undeceive him, nnd ns tho old mon who had been photographed were sitting oppo3lto him, ho said: "You'll see them befuro you It you'll look tip." Richard smiled serenely hut all he Bald was: "Yes, yes, I sees 'em beforo me by faith!" Youth's Companion. l';.Vhetlc. Mrs, Bingo "You went to Mlcklo man, the palmist, didn't you? And how was ho?" Mrs. Klngloy "Wonderrull His powera of divination nro really marvolous." What did ho say?" "Ho said I would bo without ti cook for nearly n month." Detroit Free Pres3. Its UrHwtutrks. "Dreadful!' 'exclaimed Cholly Anglo, mnno ns ho looked at an old painting whoro tho costumes Included doublet and Iiobo. "It's picturesque." "Per haps. But how could a man roll up his trousers like they do In London?" Washington Str. THE MAGIC QUILT A JUVENWE STORY BY MARY CAROLINE. HYDE In n little house on the edge of a wood thero lived Rosalie and her baby Bister Elsie. Tho houso was built of logs nnd had but ono room, ono win dow, ono door ami a big chimney pushing Its way through a mlscrablo roof of tltntch. Rosnllo shivered when ever the llttlo sister awoke, for sho knew that each meal brought them bo much nearer tho end of tho food. There wero but two potatoes left and only a crust of bread. Elslo awoko crying hard for something to cat. Rosalie gave her tho crust and sot the potatoes to roast ing In tho nahes ot tho big fireplace. Against tho panes of tho ono window there had been a feeble drizzle all tho morning nnd now It began to pour In torrents, and Rosnllo and Elslo wero forced to tho chimney placo to keep dry. Even hero tho raindrops some times managed to find tho way and sputtered and hissed as they fell on tho flro. Rosalie went to n large wood box and flung handful nftor handful of dry sticks on the flames. Thero came a pound upon tho door ns If someone were hitting It In a great hurry to get In. Rosalie crept cautious ly to tho window and looked out. All that she could so nt tho door was an old woman, In a high, peaked hat and a patchwork quilt pinned ovor her shoulders to keep off tho rnln. "Poor old creature," cried Rosallo to herself, and sho Hew to tho door to let her In. Tho old woman made a low courtesy and entered hobbling. Her faco was wrinkled and very ugly and hor feot wero qulto bare. Sho nindo her way across tho room to tho flro placo whore aho sank wearily upon a bench. "I am sorry for you," said Rosalie, pityingly. "I ought to havo opened tho door sooner," nnd sho looked at tho water dripping from tho quilt nnd making llttlo pools on tho floor. "Bless you, my child," responded tho eld woman. "I was doubting if you would let such an ugly old woman come In nt all." "Indeed I would," said Rosalie hon estly. "I am very sorry for you. Won't you pleaso take off your things?" and she glanced from tho dripping quilt to tho high, peaked hat. Tho old woman's eyes almost twinkled as sho unfast ened tho quilt and laid it on the floor, but she did not take off her hat. "Sho is hungry," thought RoBalle, swallowing her own hunger. "Won't you havo this roast potato?" sho said aloud, nnd drawing it out of tho hot ashes, she broke It open, sprinkling it with salt and handed it to tho old wo man. "My child, you nro very good," Bald tho old woman, seizing the food nnd eating It bo greedily that soon nothing was left but the crisped, brown shell. "I am vory sorry for you," said Rosa He," "but we havo no moro potatoes. Perhaps when my father comes homo from tho war wo shall havo plenty. I wish ho would come soon, but ho is far away." As Rosallo said tho third tlmo, "I am sorry for you," the old woman's faco grow actually lovely. "My dear child," sho said, "I havo been clear round tho world to And some ono to say to a poor, ugly, old woman: ' I am sorry for you.' At last I hear It from a llttlo girl, who gives mo shelter and her last mouthful of food. Do you know that these words, throo times repeated by you, havo broken my wretched enchantment? I am onco moro mysolf and you shall bo rewarded. This quilt I lend you. It is In six blocks, and each block will yield you a wish. After I leave, touch each block with your hand, and all Is s you command. . , -. Speaking thus, n marvelous change was taking placo In the old woman, Her bont and shrivelled "body was be coming unrlght and beautiful, her peaked fiat hud changed to n cro'wn of gold, and her conrso and ragged gown to a dress ot filmy primrose gauze. Sho was now a lovely fairy. With her etaft transformed to a fragile wand studded with Jowels sho touched tho quilt nud Bald: Ono, two thrco, I bid theo Bo good To Rosallo, As sho To me. Then with n shimmer nnd flash that lighted the dull room llko n burst of Bunshluo, sho floated toward tho flro placo and vanished up tho chlmnoy. At tills Instant tho rain ceased. Rosalie gasped with astonishment nt all theso phenomena, while llttlo Elslo clapped her hands with glco nt tho pretty transformation. "Oh, Elslo! Isn't It wonderful!" cried Rosallo at last. "And tho quilt; sho has loft It to us. How beautiful It 1st It Is made of velvet and silk and quilt ed with gold! What wns I to do with It, Elsie? To wish? Let mo Bee; I will wIbIi right nway. Whnt shall it bo for?" and sho laid her hand upon a red Bilk block coverod with round symbols ot orange rclvet. that sugested gold to her. "I Wrah, I wish for monoy good, to buy us each somo hearty food." As her Angers pressed tho block she felt lying snugly In tho cotton wadding several coins. In n moment Bho had solzed tho scissors to lip the block open, when out there rolled from It n dozon gold pieces, while tho block It fjlt became detachod from tho rest of ho quilt nnd flew up tho chlmnoy. Elsie laughed and clapped her hands again at this queer sight, and Rosalie, her faco flushed with dqllght, gathored up the coins and tried to count their value. This was Impossible, for she had never seen so much money before. so she hid It, all but ono coin, foldod the quilt most carefully nnd put it into tho chest thnt had been her mother's most valued pleco of furniture. Then tying on Elsie's bonnet, sho Btarted with her to tho village to buy somo food. "r guess maybo you'vo heard from your father?" said the baker, of whom they bought some broad nnd cakes. "When Is ho coming homo?" "I don't know," said Rosalie, nnd the coin went into his till, without his having any Idea ot Its origin. Tho basket Ailed with food wns heavy, nud Elslo walked very slowly, bo that it Vas nearly dark when they reached their lonely home. Elslo was heartily fed nnd tucked Into her cradle with a plum-Jumblo to munch upon, while Rosallo put away her new stock of eatables and tried to decide what next to wish for. "I think I had better wait till morn Ing and tako all night to chooso what it shall bo," sho said to her sister, who was already asleep. "How nice It would bo to wish for n new house, mado of stone with a tight shingle roof and n vino growing over tho front porch." Jlosnllc, by tho light of tho still crackling Arc, drew tho quilt from the chest, pressed her Angers upon tho second block nnd wished for a new homo supplied with every comfort In side and out, to say nothing ot tho vine over the front porch. Like the first, the second block ripped Itself free from tho rest of tho quilt and flow up the chimney. Even as Rosallo refolded tho quilt and put it in tho chest, thero seemed something unusual going on about her; but she went to bed without trying to seo what it was, and strango to say, was at once asleep, not to waken till the sun.an hour high, looked in through tho windows of her pretty new homo and aroused her. Elsie, too, was awakened by tho bright sun, and, sitting up in hor bed cradle, laughed to sco herself in a fine new room. Her cradlo and the chest In which Rosallo kept tho quilt were tho only things unchanged. "Isn't it beautiful hero, now?" ex claimed Rosalie. "I wish father wero here to help us enjoy It. I am going to ask tho quilt to write him a letter tor me, becauso I don't know Just whero he Is, and tell him to como homo this very day, if ho can." Sho opened tho chest, drew out tho quilt and, laying her hand on the third block, said: "Dear quilt, won't you please wrlto father a letter, and tell him he'd better come homo and see tho new houso ot stone you have built for us alone." immediately there shifted out from the edges ot the block a letter stamped and addressed to Rosalie's father,whlle tho block fluttered Joos? from, he roj of tho quilt and sailed across the room to tho new fircplnco, up which It dis appeared". "Doar!" oxclalnlfld ttflaalle, picking up tho letter, "why didn't I wish it sent directly to father; ho won't get It for a long tlmo If I send It by tho village post," and touching tho fourth block, Bho said: "Please, quilt, speed today, father's letter on Its way. Bring him ero night to his daughters, two, as you know so woll how to do." Nn sooner had she said this poor lit tle rhymo than tho letter vanished and tho fourth block followed the others up tho chimney. She put whnt was left ot tho magic quilt again Into tho chest and began nt onco to get everything ready for her father's return. During the day no one came, but to ward nightfall thero was a heavy step upon tho new front porch. Rosallo, watching, know It was her father and hurriedly opened the door to find him standing there, his baud covering his eyes. "Oh, father!" sho cried, "I know you would come; tho quilt never falls. Why do you cover your eyes?" "I nm Just off the battlcflold, Rosa He," ho said, "where a shot destroyed my sight. Tho rest I cannot tell you about, only that I am here. If I could only see you and Elsie, we would never complain." "You Bhall seo us, father," said Rosa lie, taking his hnnd and lending him across tho room to the chest. "Feel this, father, It Is all that Is left ot tho quilt. Now I shall wish that you get back your sight," nnd Bho pressed her hand upon the fifth block. In a twinkling It hnd separated from tho last block and whirled up th chimney, nnd Rosalie's father's sight had been perfectly restored. "What magic Is this?" he cried. "I can seo as well as ever!" "It is the precious quilt, as I told you, father," sho answered, putting tho last block Into his hand. "Seeing Is believing," hosald, looking at tho block curiously. "Put It away, Rosallo, to wish by when you aro mar ried." Rosallo took It from him. "I wish for nothing moro, now tha) you are homo, but that wo Bhall llvrf long nnd bo happy." This was enough! Tho block flutter ed from his fingers, drifted across tho room, up tho chimney, leaving tho gift of long llfo nnd happiness In tho pretty homo on tho edge of tho wood. Do trolt Frco Press. A TAILOR OUTWITTED. Tho Victim Tell the Story nt Ills Own Kipanto. At tho expense of himself a certain fashionable Philadelphia tailor told tho following story: Quito recently a mnn went Into his establishment nnd told him that Mr. So and So, a prom inent customer (in full stnnding) had said that Mr. Tailor had several mis fit suits to dispose of and as ho needed a now suit immediately ho thought he'd llko to look them ovor. One wa3 found to lit him perefctly nnd he took it at tho price, $50. "But," ho said, "Mr. Tailor, I havo not enough ready monoy to pay you. I must have tho suit. Now do you know Mr. Pancake, the Chestnut etrect confectioner? Well," on being nssurcd that Mr. Pan cako was also n customer In good standing, "ho owes me somo money, which ho has promised to pay thin afternoon, and If you nro ngrecd I will walk over there with you nnd nsk him to send ?30 of It to you." Such n proposition nnd the riddance of a bad suit could not bo overlooked, and when they nrrlved at Mr. PancakoV shop, without preliminaries the man said: "You know thnt hundred you promised to send me to New York, Mr. Pancake? Well, Just send fifty of It to Mr. Tailor and the other fifty to tho address I gave you." That afternoon Mr. Tailor received a neatly done up package containing 50 beautiful crenm puffs. Philadel phia Times. MAX NORDAU AT HOME. ' l'eoullnr Stylo In Which tho Great Mini Live. Max Nordau lives in Parl3 abovo a drinking shop. It appears that tho namo "Nordau" was orlglnnlly U3ed by Its owner ns n pseudonym to news paper contributions. With the consent of his father, Herr Sudfeld, n well known Pesth Hebraist, ho legally as sumed It, transforming himself from "South Field" (Sudfeld) Into "North Meadow" (Nordau). Except when ho Is visiting his patients, Dr. Nordau spends nil his time In his study. Tho room is plainly furnished. A bookcasa is one of Its conspicuous features. Among tho books aro many presenta tion copies of Lombroso's works. With this author and scientist Dr. Nordau keeps up a constant correspondence, and prides himself on being ono ot the very fow men In Europe who can do cipher the professor's handwriting, which nppears to most people entirely illegible Leading out of this room Is Nordau's barely furnished bed room, the camp bedstead ot which may bo Been through the open door. A small trapeze hanging through the doorway would seem to Indicate that he has faith In "parlor gymnastics." It is In this room that all books since tho publication of "Degeneration" havo been written, and whoro ho Is at pres ent writing a novel. Literary Llfo. Poultices for llrmotj' Fr. All women cannot go to Paris to consult a celebrity whb has Just como to tho fore with a plan to benefit com plexion. It consists of making poult Ices of the Interior ot fruit, and wear ing these over thp fnco at night, says tho Philadelphia Inquirer. All fruit Is good, but tho best of nil Is tho straw berry. You need not uso pounds ot fruit, Tike Mmo. Tauten a very little wll suffice. You spread tho fruit rm a Ehud of ilnen, SM tlo tula ovor the wrinkled part of tho face. Evert 0i1a trial will astonish you; but if you con tinue tho result will exceed your wild est expectations. Women who follow this treatment never wash tho faco In qulto plain water, nor in cold water, nor with soap. Never, either, usa glycerlno or any fatty substance on tho face. A little powder may com pleto tho perfect drying of tho faco, but it must bo of the very test qual ity, Plain orris root Is tho best of nil. However, by contlnunlly using fruit plasters or bandages nothing elso will bo required to maintain tho com plexion young, and restore It to youth nnd beauty If damaged by sicknes.-., bad cosmetics or time. 1'iillllct ami T.onc T.lfe. Lady Gcorglana Grey, who Just colo brated her 100th birthday, attributes tho wonderful preservation of her fac ulties, says an English exchange, to tho calm which sho has always been careful to practice. Sho considers agi tation the great consumer of health. To a young kinsman of hers who vis ited her tho other day she expressed her earnest hope that he would not enter upon a career of politics. "It Is so agitating, my dear," Bho said. "Why, If my poor brother had kept clear of politics I firmly bellove ha would have been nllvo today," Tho brother referred to was tho famous third Earl Grey, who was long a prom inent member of Whig cabinets. He was 02 when ho dlod. Tha Kffret. "Whit a lot of bric-a-brac Mrs. Knolly has In her parlor!". "Yes. Looks exactly as though she were go ing to bar is auction, doesn't It?" PinV.