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Wxk iti. k i i; k ! K i 14 li stefcilk fc fc te k te k te te itay. ! LOST 3 g ON THE.... I VELDT if. if k tT w i i j i y wpw w w i w w w i w w w w (v CHAPTER IV.--(Contlnue.l.) "Was it anything, dcarlo?" Bho ut torcd an exclamation as alio ai.w Dluo lioll'a white face. "The Hocrfl they're Kolng to attack us, Dluobell? la that it?" "No, no, ntintlc not bo far as I know," said the girl, with nn attempt at n wan smile. "At least, that wasn't what dad wn-ntod. Hut don't ask mo tonight, ntintle, I'm tired. Oood night." Miss Elizabeth was all of mother sin had ever known. "Good night. God keep you, dearie," tho elder woman whispered. Her words remained with Bluebell after Bho had shut herself into her room. God keep her! There was Ono to whom sho should turn now for help In tlila most terrible crisis of her young life. Bluebell threw herself on her knees, burying her face in her hands. Oh, God, show her what was tho right thing to do. Help her, oh, God, for there was no other who could tell her what she must dol Savo her father from tho conse quences of a deliberate crime by selling herself to this scoundrel! It was a fearful sacrifice! Did God demand It of hor? Nay, would sho bo doing right in making it? Bluebell wan n good, sweet, true-hearted girl. Sho had al ways shown respect and affection for tho most unlovable man who was her father even when ho was least worthy of respect; but sho had an unusual amount of common sense for a young girl, and was not likely to bo betrayed into any sentimental and maudlin courso of action. Ab she knelt thcro n sudden thought came to Blueboll, bringing tho warm blood In a palpitating wavo over the pallor of her white faco, and quicken ing tho throbs of her heart that had been beatlns so low and despairingly. It was tho thought of Adair Rothes. "If ho wero only hero," Dluobell said to herself, "I think ho .would help mo. Ho said ho was my friend." Her thoughts wandorcd from tho terrible crisis of tho moment to tho brief tlmo of happiness in the after noon when Rothes had flrat met her. It had not lasted long, that was trtio; but somehow tho memory of Rothes' clasp of her hand, of his long look into her eyes, brought a kind of brief sweetness into Bluebell's hdhrt, which oven tho pain and sorrow of tho pres ont could not quite blot out. When sho rose from her knees hor mind was quite made up. "I hall not oihrry that man," sho said, and her oyes wero full of a strango, deep determination. "It would not make dad's Bin the loss if I did bo. It would bo a sin on my part to marry a man like that. It would be adding sin to sin. Dad must escape, but It will bo in somo othor way. I will help him to do so. Ho must cscapo to Eng land, and auntio and I will carry on tho farm here." This determination brought a cor tain rcsttulncsa to Dlucboll. Sho un dressed, got Into bod, and prcsontly wont to sleep, though It was a sleep disturbed by troubled dreams of Doers attacking New Kelso, setting Are to it, and tying up all its occupants to stakes In ordor that they might bo burnt also, Adam Lesllo had n worso night than his daughter. He was up nt daybreak and riding over his farm. Aa ho was roturnlng about 7 o'clock ho saw a tall, dark flguro approaching him on horao back. Ho recognized It at onco, and his heart sank. Mooro rodo quickly up to him. Mr. Lesllo could see somo excitement on tho usually dark, Impasslvo face. "News, Leslie roat nowBl" ho ex claimed, as ho camo close to the other man, and flung himself oft his horso. "Listen, man; but first" ho dropped his volco "what of my lovo affair. How havo you succeeded with the llttlo brldo-olcct?" Losllo's rubicund faco blanched, but ho endeavored to put on nn air of aa fluranco. "My dear Mooro, sho will come round; I am not afraid of that. Of courso you must allow for a little ro luctanco at first; hut thoro Isn't the slightest tear but she will give In. But you'll glvo us a day or two more of graco, will you not?" His tone of abject entreaty told more than his words did to tho keen car of Oorald Moore, who turned aside for a moment, and passed his hand over his lips as if to conceal their uxprosslon. "Yes, I will give you a day or two more," he Bald presently, "for thero's Borne work boforo you, Mr. Lesllo, If, aa I think, you feol Incllnod to tell something which tho British general at Ladysmlth would glvo his cars to know. In a few days some of tho biggest men on tho Doors' Bide may be made prisoners. Hal Is that not tidings worth hearing? I could glvo the Information myself, but I wish you to havo the chance of a llttlo glory, and also of a pecuniary reward You do not neod to sell this Information under aoveral hundrod pounds," Tho cyca of Adam Lesllo glistened. Avarlco was one of tho man's besot ting sins. It was tho hnato to bo rich which had landed him in tho net of the billionaire Gerald Moore. He grasped Moore's arm. "And you can give mo this Informa tion I? For pity's sake, let mo know 11. Moore." TM tW man bent his hoad, and Miti . A STORY OF THE & BOER CAMPAIGN '.. 11VT MATAI " - By H. B. Mackenzie for a few mlnutc3 spoke In a low but deliberate and distinct voice. Lesllo drank in every word. His hatred of tho Bocra was onl equaled by his lust for gold, and tho Iwc passions, seeing a way to bo satisfied here, rendered his rubicund faco agitated and con vulsed with emotion. "You are willing to Inform? Then go, and at once!" oxclalmcd Mooro. "Not n moment Is to be lost! It Is utterly Impossible that the Informa tion can be carried to Ladysmlth In any othor way. I solemnly aaauro you that no one else knows It but myself. You can reach Ladysmlth by 9 o'clock. So thon, without more ado, go!" As Adam Leslie, full of the design that was to deliver tho very leaders of the Boer army Into tho hands of tho enemy, hurried within his stead ing, tho other man looked after him with a smile. "So you havo worked Into my hands, friend Loallo," ho mutterod. And ho rubbed these useful members together na if Lesllo wero literally between them. "Now my path will be easy. Yes, my charming Bluebell, you will find Gerald Moore la capable of revengo 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!" CIIAPTKR V. Bluebell had conic down prepared to glvo her father hor answer, nnd to make her proposal to him, In tho morning; but to her surprise and con sternation, alio learned that ho had gone off on horseback, no ono knew whither, not saying when ho should return. "It waa Sam who saw him go," said Miss Elizabeth, in n frightened tone, "and ho says ho went In tho direction of Ladysmlth; but of course he may bo going much farther than that he may bo going by train. Do you know nothing nbout it. Bluoboll?" Bluebell shook her head. She was moro put nbout oven than hor aunt by this now move. What could It mean?" "Dear auntie, you'ro not afraid of tho Boors, aro you? Thoy havo never dono us any harm, why should thoy now? Though they aro fighting with Britons, It la with British soldiers armed themselves, not with helploss, unarmed peoplo, especially women." Tho day passed, tho women going ubout their usual avocatlona; buN Adam Lesllo did not return. It was not till lato In the evening that ho rodo at a hard paco up the avenue and into the steading, right up underneath tho stoop or veranda. Blueboll wont down to meet him, then turned away with a shudder, for sho could see ho was deep ly flushed and his eyes blazing, whllo ho staggered slightly as ho got off his horso. "Sam!" cried Blueboll to tho Zulu servant who had apppearcd at the sound of tho horse's hoofs, "tako my father's horso. Fathor, tako my arm," Bhe said, In a low voice. But ho flung her oft with nn oath. "Away Into the house! You are a disobedient crcuture, and Twill havo nothing to do with you!" ho snarled. Ha hlmsolf staggered Into the sitting room, whore ho lay down ou a couch and fell aslcccp, without oven remov ing hla groat, riding boots, Bluebell could not upeak to him that night. Sho crept away, bitterly hu miliated and distressed; and Miss Elizabeth camo In and endeavored to comfort her; but it ras such comfort as ono who la Ignorant of the real na ture or depth of a wound can gW. By tho morning her rather had stopl oft his drunken flt. Bluebell managed to got a fow minutes alone with him nftor breakfast, during which he waa sullen nnd silent, not exchanging a word with tho women. Bad ob Adam Lesllo was, ho had still a fow Instincts of u gentleman, and ono of these told him that ho had been guilty of a buHO and dishonorable act In sellllng tho Information which was to betray tho Boor leaders into tho hands of an enomy. "Father, I must speak to you for a minute," Bluebell nald, very pale but very determined. "I havo been think ing over what you aald laBt night. I cunnot do what you wish. It would bo n crime to rcII myself to a man I loathe nnd foar. But but you must oscape. Thla Is tho time to do it, when all the country la In confusion, and pooplo are leaving every day. You must go down to Durban and got to England. Aunt Elizabeth and I shall atay on here, and wo can Bond you tho monoy wo make. Tho only thing wo have to do Is to throw Mr. Moore off tho scent,1' Ho had been glaring nt her with a look that vaguely terrified Bluebell up to thla moment. Now ho Interrupted hor In a hoarse, sullen tono. "You aro mad, child! You don't know what you nro talking nbout! I am not going to escapo, or to do any such thing, In tho meantime. As for you, you will havo to make up your mind soonor or later to marry Gerald Mooro; but ho Is not going to Insist at once. You will havo a weok or two In which to accustom yourself to tho Idoa that seems so dlsagrceablo to you." o turnod without another word, aud walked out of tho room. Blueboll looked after him, with mingled agony and humiliation In her heart. Tie had not always been llko thra. Bluoboll could remember her early years of childhood In far-off Scot land, when a sweet-faced, brown haired woman ruled tho house, and Adam Leslie had been ns different from what ho waa now aa day la from night. Then tho aweot mother had died, and Leslie had boon turned out of tho Inheritance he had thought would bo his, by a cousin, long supposed to bo dead, turning up; and, In a sullen, de fiant mood, tho man had set off for South Africa, taking his slater with him. Tho passion for making monoy had entered his heart, which seemed to havo no longer any sweet homo affection to soften It slnco his wlfo died; and ho had become harder and moro sullen nnd moro Immersed In money making until this fearful end had come. A day or two passed. Gorald Moore seemed to havo disappeared, nnd Blue bell began to brcatho more freeely. Perhaps, after all, he was not bo bad aa aho had thought; perhaps hor evi dent aversion to tho Idea of marrying him had offended him, and decided him to act a more merciful part than he had nt first Intended. Meantime, too, they had heard no further news of tho Invading Boers. Ono night Bluoboll had gono to her own room rather earlier than usual. Sho had had n headache an uncom mon aliment with her and, saying to her mint that she felt sure that there waa a thunderstorm coming, aho bado her good-night and wont to bed; but for n long tlmo alio could not sloop. Tho night waa very hot an unusual thing at that season, when, though tho days aro Bwcltcrlngly warm, tho nlghta aro correspondingly cold and thoro waa tho strango attllncsa In the air which prccedea a thunderstorm. Bluebell lay waiting for the first sud den clap of thunder, the first dazzling blaze 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 a strange throbbing sound; but it seemed to be very far nway. It waa certainly not tho rumbling of thunder. Waa it a real sound, or did It oxlst only in her fancy, In the throbbing tympanum of her ear? Bluebell lay still nnd lis tened. No, It waa no fancy! She heard It again, and this time more distinct. It waa tho sound of horses' hoof3 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 veldt Bluebell started up In bed, a sudden trembling seizing her. Tho Boers! Of course It was the Doers! She did not havo n doubt on tho subject. But in whnt direction were they going. Ah! they were coming towards New Kelso! Sho could hear tholr horses approach ing every moment. Almost mechanically Bluebell throw herself out of bed and dressed horsolf quickly, then thrust her feot Into her slippers. All the house was silent. It waa about 1 o'clock In tho morning, and every ono waa In bed. Should alio go to wake them? Bluebell hesi tated. Perhapa tho horsemen would pas3 right on; they must be going towards Ladysmlth. Was It not hot ter that her father should sleep on In Ignorance that tho hated Boers wero bo near. If ho know of tholr prox imity, who could toll what bad atcp his hntrcd of them might Induce him to take? Blueboll determined to remain whoro sho was and watch. She stood behind tho muslin curtains, which alone pro tected tho unshuttered window, watch ing. Hor heart beat fast and un evenly, and nervous llttlo ahoots of pain ran through tho palms of her hands. (To be continued.) r Willi the K of Fiiltli. Some idea of amateur photography' aa It was in Its Cili'ly days may bo gnthorcd from an Incldont which tho late Bishop Walsham How confided to his nolo book. Before ho bocamo a bishop ho used to call together the old men of the parish on New Year's day, nnd on ono occasion ho displayed to his guests a photograph of two old men who had long worked at the rec tory. Thoy wero photogrnphol in their working clothes, ono with a spado nnd tho othor holding a llttlo tree ns If about to plant it. A vary deaf old man, Richard Jones, took tho photograph In his hands, and looking at It nald: "Beautiful! Bo.uitltul!" So the rector shouted: "Who nro thay, Richard?" "Why," ho said, "Its Abraham offering up Isaac to bo sac rificed!" Tho rector tried to undecelvo him, and as tho old men who had beon photographed wore sitting opposite him, he said: "You'll seo them before you If you'll look up." Richard smiled serenely but all he aald was: "Yes, yes, I sees 'em beforo me by faith!" Tout h'8 Companion. r.ilietlr. Mrs. Bingo "You went to Mlckle man, tho palmist, didn't you? And how waa ho?" Mra. Klngloy "Wonderful I His powera of divination nro realty marvelous." What did he say?" "Ho said I would bo without n cook for nearly n month." Detroit Free Prcas. I In Drawbacks. "Dreadrul!' 'exclaimed Cholly Anglo innuo nn ho looked at nn old painting whoro tho costumes Included doublet and hoao. "It's picturesque." "Per haps. But how could a man roll up his trousers like they do In London?" Washington SUur. THE MAGIC QWLT A JUVENILE STORY BY MARY CAROLINE. HYDE In a llttlo house on the edge of a wood there lived Rosalie and her baby slater Elsie. The houso was built of logs and had but one ronin, ono win dow, ono door ami a big chimney pushing Its way through a mlaerablo roof of thatch. Rosallo shivered when ever the llttlo sister awoke, for sho knew that each meal brought them so much nearer tho end of the food. Thero wero but two potatoes left and only a crust of bread. Elslo nwoko crying hard for something to eat. Rosalie gave her the crust and sot the potatoes to roast ing in the fishes of tho big fireplace. Against tho panes of the one window there had been a feeblo drizzle all tho morning and now It began to pour In torrcnta, and Rosalie nnd Elslo wero forced to tho chimney placo to keep dry. Even hero the raindrops some times managed to And tho way and sputtered nnd hissed aa they fell on tho fire. Rosallo went to a largo wood box and flung handful after handful of dry sticks on the flames. Thero came a pound upon tho door as If somcono wero hitting It In a great hurry to get In. Rosallo crept cautious ly to tho window nnd looked out. All that she could so at tho door was an old woman, in a high, peaked hat aud a patchwork quilt pinned ovor hor Bhouldera to keep off tho rain. "Poor old creature," cried Rosallo to herself, and sho flew to tho door to let her in. Tho old woman mado a low courtesy and entered hobbling. Her faco was wrinkled nnd very ugly nnd her feot wero quite bare. Sho mado her way ncross tho room to tho flro placo where sho 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 and 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 at all." "Indeed I would," said Rosallo hon C8tly. "I am very sorry for you. Won't you plcaso take off your things?" and she glanced from the dripping quilt to tho high, penked hat. Tho old woman's eyes almost twinkled as sho unfast ened the quilt and laid It on the floor, but she did not tako off her hat. "Sho is hungry," thought Rosalie, swallowing her own hunger. "Won't you have thla roaat potato?" aho said aloud, and drawing It out of tho hot ashes, she broke it open, sprinkling It with salt nnd hnnded It to tho old wo man. "My child, you nro very good," said tho old woman, seizing the food and eating It so greedily that soon nothing was left but tho crisped, brown shell. "I am very sorry for you," said Rosa lie," "but wo havo no moro potatoes. Perhaps when ray father comes homo from tho war wo shall havo plenty. I wish ho would come soon, but ho is far away." As Rosalie said tho third time, "I am sorry for you," the old woman's faco grew actually lovely. "My dear child," she said, "I havo been clear round tho world to find some ono to say to a poor, ugly, old woman: I am sorry for you.' At laat I hear It from a llttlo girl, who elves mo shelter and her last mouthful of food. Do you know that theso words, threo 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. Aftor I leavo, touch each block with your hand, and nil Is as you command. . , Speaking thus, a marvelous change waa taking placo In the old woman, Her bont and shrivelled body was be coming upright and beautiful, her Beaked fiat hud changed to n cro'wn of gold, and her conrso and ragged gown to a dress of fllmy prlmroso gauze. Sho was now a lovely fairy. With her etaff transformed to a fragllo wand studded with Jowela Bho touched tho quilt aud said: Ono, two threo, I bid thee Bo good To Rosallo, Aa alio To me. Then with n shimmer nnd flash that lighted the dull room llko a burst of Biinshlno, alio floated toward tho fire place and vanished up tho chimney. At this Instant tho rain ceased. Rosalie gasped with astonishment at nil theso phonomenn, whllo llttlo Elslo clapped her hands with gleo nt tho pretty transformation. "Oh, Elslo! Isn't It wonderful!" cried Rosallo at Inst. "And tho quilt; sho has loft It to us. How beautiful it lsl It la made of velvet and silk and quilt ed with gold! What was I to do with It, Elsie? To wlah? Let mo see; I will wish right away. What shall It bo for?" nnd aho laid her hand upon a red Ilk block covered with round symbols of orange Telvet. that sugestcd gold to her. "I wish, I wish for monoy good, to buy us each somo hearty food." Aa her Angora pressed tho block she felt lying snugly In tho cotton wadding sevoral coins. In a moment she had seized tho sciBsora to rip the block open, when out thero rolled from it a dozon gold plccea, whllo tho block It calf became detached from tho rest of he quilt and flew up tho chlmnoy. Elsie laughed and clapped her hands again at this queer sight, and Rosalie, her face flushed with delight, gathered up the coins and tried to count their value. This waa Impossible, for she had never seen so much money before. so she hid It, all but ono coin, foldod the quilt most carefully and put it into tho chest that had been her mother's most valued pleco of furniture. Then tying on Elsie's bonnet, sho started with her to tho village to buy somo food. "t guess raaybo you've heard from your father?" aald tho baker, of whom they bought aomo broad nnd cakes. "When is ho coming home?" "I don't know," said Rosalie, nnd the coin went into his till, without hla having any ide: of its origin. Tho basket filled with food was heavy, and Elslo walked very slowly, so that it Vas nearly dark when they reached tholr lonely home. Elslo was heartily fed and tucked Into her cradle with n plum-Jumblo to munch upon, while Rosalie put nway her new stock of eatables nnd tried to decide whnt next to wish for. "I think I had better wait till morn. Ing and tako all night to chooso what It shall be," sho said to her sister, who was already aaleep. "How nice It would bo to wlah for a now houso, mado of stono with a tight shingle roof and a vino growing over tho front porch." tosallo, by tho light of tho still crnckllng Arc, drew tho quilt from tho 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 of tho vine over tho front porch. Like the first, the socond block ripped Itself free from the rest of tho quilt and flow up the chimney. Even as Rosalie refolded tho quilt nnd put It in tho chest, there seemed something unusual going on about her; but sho went to bed without trying to seo what It was, and strango to say, was at once asleep, not to waken till the aun.an hour high, looked in through tho windows of her pretty new homo and aroused her. Elsie, too, waa awakened by tho bright sun, and, sitting up in hor bed cradle, laughed to seo 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 here, now?" ex claimed Rosalie. "I wish father wero here to help ua enjoy It. I am going to ask tho quilt to write him a letter for mo, because I don't know just whero ho is, and tell him to come 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 pleaso write father a letter, and tell him he'd better como homo and seo the new- house of stone you havo built for us alone." immediately there shifted out from, tho edges of the block a letter stamped and addressed to Rosalie's father,whlle tho block fluttProdlppsQ from, he reaj of the quilt nnd sailed acrosa the room to tho new flrepluco, up which It dis appeared". "Dear!" oxclalnlfid ttflgallo, 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 the village post," and touching tho fourth block, she said: "Please, quilt, speed todny, father's letter on Its way. Bring him ero night to his daughters, two, ns you know so well how to do." Nu sooner hud she said this poor llt tlo rhymo than tho letter vanished nnd tho fourth block followed tho others up tho chimney. Sho put what was left of the magic quilt again Into tho chest and began nt once to get everything ready for her father's return. During tho day no ono camo, but to ward nightfall thero was a heavy stop upon tho new front porch. Rosalie, watching, knew It was her father and hurriedly opened tho door to find him standing there, his hand covering his eyea. "Oh, father!" sho cried, "I know you would come; the quilt never fails. Why do you cover your eyes?" "I am just off tho battleflold, Rosa llo," he said, "where a shot destroyed my sight. The rest I cannot tell you about, only that I am here. If I could only see you and Elsie, wo would never complain." "You shall see us, fathor," said Rosa llo, taking his hand and leading him across tho room to tho chest. "Feol this, father. It is all that Is left ot tho quilt. Now I ahull wish that you get back your sight," and she pressed hor hand upon tho fifth block. In a twinkling It had separated from tho last block and whirled up tha chimney, and Rosalie's father's sight had been perfectly restored. "What magic la this?" he cried. "I can seo as well as ever!" "It Is the precious quilt, as I told you, father," aho anawored, putting tho laat block Into hla 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 th you aro home, but that wo shall llvtf long and bo happy." Thla waa enough! The block flutter ed from hla fingers, drifted acroaa tho room, up tho chimney, leaving tho gift of long life nnd happiness In tho pretty homo on tho edge of the wood. De troit Frco Press. A TAILOR OUTWITTED. Tho Victim TelU Urn Story nt Ills Own Kipomp. At the oxpense of himself a certain fashlonablo Philadelphia tailor told tho following story: Quito recently a man went into his establishment nnd told him that Mr. So nnd So, a prom inent customer (in full standing) had 6ald that Mr. Tailor had several mis fit suits to dispose of and aa ho needed a now suit immediately ho thought he'd llko to look them over. One wa3 found to flt him perefctly nnd he took it nt the price, $50. "But," ho snld, "Mr. Tailor, I have not enough ready monoy to pay you. I muat have tho ault. Now do you know Mr. Pancake, tho Cheatnut street confectioner? Well," on being assured that Mr. Pan cake waa also a customer in good atandlng, "ho owes me some money, which ho haa promlaed to pay thla afternoon, and if you are agreed I will walk over there with you and ask him to send 30 of It to you." Such a proposition and the riddance of a bad suit could not be overlooked, and when they nrrlved at Mr. Pancake's shop, without preliminaries the nun said: "You know that hundred you promised to send mo to New York, Mr. Pancake? Well, Just send fifty of It to Mr. Tailor nnd the other fifty to tho addresa I gave you." Thnt nfternoon Mr. Tnllor received n neatly done up package containing GO beautiful cream puffs. Philadel phia Times. MAX NORDAU AT HOME. Peculiar stria In Which tlio Grent .Mm, I.Wei. Max Nordau lives In Parl3 abovo a drinking ahop. It appears that tho name "Nordau" was originally used by Ita owner aa a pseudonym to news paper contributions. With the consent of his father, Herr Sudfeld, n well known Pesth Hebraist, he legally as sumed it, transforming himself from "South Field" (Sudfeld) Into "North Meadow" (Nordau). Except when ho la visiting his patients, Dr. Nordau spends all his time in his study. The room is plainly furnished. A bookcase ia one of ita conspicuous features. Among tho books aro many presenta tion coplca of Lombroso's worka. With thla author and scientist Dr. Nordau keeps up a constant correspondence, and prides himself on being one ot tho very fow men in Europo who can de cipher tho professor's handwriting, which appeara to mo8t people entirely Illegible Leading out of thla room la Nordau's barely furnished bed room, tho camp bedstead ot which may bo Been through the open door. A email trapeze hanging through the doorway would seem to Indicate that he has faith in "parlor gymnastics." It 13 in this room that all books since tho publication of "Degeneration" havo been written, nnd whero he la nt pres ent writing n novel. Literary Life. Poultices for Ilcauty'a Faer. All women cannot go to Parl3 to consult a celebrity whb haa just como to tho foro with a plan to benefit com plexion. It consists of making poult ices of tho interior of fruit, and wear ing these over the faco at night, says the Philadelphia Inquirer. All fruit is good, but tho best of all ia the straw berry, ymj need not use pounds of fruit, Tiko Mmo. Talllen a very lTttTo will suffice, You spread tho fruit nn a (Tand ol iinen, alia tlo tula ovor the wrinkled part of tho face. Even OiT? trial will nstonlsh you; but If you con tinue tho result will exceed your wild est expectations. Women who follow thla troatment never wash tho faco In quite plain water, nor In cold water, nor with soap. Never, either, us a glycerine or any fatty substanco on tho face. A llttlo powder may com plete tho perfect drying of tho faco, but it must bo of tho very best qual ity, Plain orris root la tho boat of all. However, by continually using fruit plasters or bandages nothing elso will be required to maintain tho com plexion young, and restore It to youth nnd beauty If damaged by alckncsr.. bad cosmetics or time. Polltlca nntl Lone f.lfe. Lady Georgiana Grey, who Just colo brated hor 100th birthday, attributes tho wonderful preservation of her fac ulties, says an English exchange, to tho calm which she haa always been careful to practice. Slio considers agi tation the great consumer of health. To a young kinsman of hers who vis ited her tho other day Bho expressed her earnest hope that he would not enter upon a career of polltlca. "It la so agitating, my dear," aho aald. "Why, If my poor brother had kept clear of polltlca I firmly believe ha would havo been nllvo today." Tho brothor referred to waa tho famous third Earl Grey, who waa long a prom inent member of Whig cabinets. Ho waa 92 when ho dlod. Tha KfTeet. "Wlnt a lot of bric-a-brac Mra. Knolly haa in her parlor!". "Yes. Looka exactly as though she were go ing to har u auction, doesn't It?" PlH.