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WOMAN AGBINST VOMflJi BY MRS. M. CHAPTER IL "Vnl-rl, you will not leave me, ar.' '1 hi question was put in a loving ten der .on i. a. crie HossturmKl her prnud im er Otis head. Sho was standing at neo the windows in the loity moru-in-roiin of Darrell ( as'le. Anoid lady was- scat, d at the table, flittering- with Htlver and costly china lor the early meal: her hair was white, h-r f ire gentle, yet proud: she smiled as e met V alerie s dark eyes. 'I shu 1 lo so lonely, 'she i ontinued ''Then T wi ! I remain, deiir I -a y Dur rell. To tell you the truth, 1 wan bc f .nnirg io lear I had extended my fi n too long, and that you wers tired I ln. ' L..dy Darrell stretched out her i!"n ler while hand, arid the tall Iwauti Itil lorm kit the wimiow and knelt at the elder woman's feet. "Now, I hhall wold you, Valerie. JTnw olten have I bogged for thin visit and you would not come. Do you think I a,. all let you curtail it just when you like- No, no, my dear; I in. an to have my wrty. i a erio bent and put her warm red ill to the white hand. "It is dull here, I fear, Valerie," I Ally Darrell said after a pause; "especia.ly these two next days while Loy and Eustace are away, but thoy will soon pass." nlerie s face had flushed crimson; now it was very white as she said imply: 'I am perfectly happy; I want no one . . vril '' t)Uv VOil. lMiy Darrell patted the soft coils of ha.r that crowned the girl h head. It was glorious hair, of a warm ruddy brown shade, that matched her eyt almost in color. Tho skin was exquisitely fair, tinte with a delicate warmth of rose on th cheeks, and rivaling the fairest marb by it's purity. "You Hatter, me, Valerie: but no lo breakfast. I hope, during the da. lo have some line from I toy, and I hop also that by this time they have sei tied their little quarrel. l'k you know Valerie, this is the first time I c, ever recollect a coldness between Fto, aud Eustace; their friendship has bee! beautiful in its strength and warmth. Valerie rosu from her kncosahruptli Ler liack towards her hostess. "Does C-apt. Kivers ever stay wit! bis mothor.'"she asked, speaking in : hard drv tone. Lady Ihirrell did not seem to notio W'l' it: she laughed "lightly. muBt ft('t now' not tnlnk. WPnt "Well, no, dear; I cannot sav that " L:lfly Darrell, hurriedly. " Yes.the does see niLch of her. I toy will hav. ouee must oiue, no hmg can bo done him hero. Eustaco. of course, has t. J' Miles, at once. Send leave us frequently to join his regimen: hlnnelt to me. 1 must break the at the different towns where it is gar- ''" to the household. W hut have risoncd, hut beyond that, this is his yu dono with the luisket yon found?" j,0llje "It is at my cottage, my lady. Valerie drew a sharp breath. "Good, loavo it there Wait an in- ' "I o ten laugh at 1 toy, and tell him 'ant; I will write a nolo ' one of the., days Kustace will marry. r""Y"". to the bell and rang it, and then they must be separated: but then stood with her hands locked to- , Itov does not seem to' think KusUcc -'"tner a silent as a marble statue till will ever take a wife, nor do I, for the the butler camo. matter of that " Miles ga.ed at her in admiration. "Why?" asicod Miss Itoss quietly. He knew wliatanagony of shame and taking her place at the table. " 1'" was in that breaking heart, yetno "vVell, because it is too selfish, cry camo from the lips, no woman.y rnderstand me, my dear. I am fond o "Kness was betrayed in face or Kustace Kivers. His father was mv imn- cousin and friend, and 1 ehorlsh the As the butler entered, Lady Darrell Don lor his sake, apart from his own. in brief miiet words told of the dis- Utit a man to marry must give up so covery of ('apt. Kivers dead body, and much, and Kustace will give up noth the supposed murder; then as the old jnp " servant withdrew in fear and horror, .She was opening her letters as she ?ho w",lf ,H lin,!H " a card' a,)(i spoke, and did not see the look of pain ' jU,.,t t0 f! ''"'H: ,. v ,, that crept over her guest's beautiful "To the (xdice-sUtion, Nestley; goat face once. "Ah. hero Is a letter fro.n Ixird Wil- Alili-B bowed and withdrew; as ho Ham: he is coming down to-day. 1 must Wl'nt ,th" , lJor, of 1 1 " lnll,-r ro,)'n telegraph to tioy at once, ifow tire- 'M'n,d. and alerie Koss came out. .me! What inducej th-m to go to Hr hair was pushed from her brows Nestley? 1 cannot understand it at." 1'' face ghastly white, a hxed look of "ly.rd Itoy said something als.ut new "it."' "'" '" her glorious eyes, barneys for your ,H,n;es." ,l served -' y I H.rell advanced to meet her. Miss Ko, pok ing Jmo choeolat-s into ., AU my ror ch.1.1.' she muruiured priceless 'china cup. , 'v" h,;tt 7.u !"? huurd " ' ' "Ah," smiled lAuiy Darrell. "then 1 , , ' r-f ,-'" J'nkly. we what it ia. Kovluismade that an "la it true." she asked after a mo excuse for cementing the friendship "ent s pause. "is !t true? Is he dead afresh, lie thinks no one knows any- I'Vi , ,' , ., , .v , , thin-alHit horses but Kustace." ' IIu is dead, ' answerei the older "Are you not .ealous of this great women almost mechamcally. "ch affection?" asked Valerie suddenly. ' A,ml '"U "I" ?nd thuro 80 Calm, Udy Darrell s face grew grave. oh! M U' fr.e, my --- "ltoy is so precious to me, you know, , Wl'f' throw her hands , up to her Valerie. 1 might be jealous, dear, if 1 u"' fr. f"r nUi.t, did not love him so much; to see - to b" luy Hlrotched prostrate on the know he is happy Is to me the height ,!C:., . , r , ,. of all t arthiv liliss " llh the same set face, Ijidy Dar- "(Jh. that"! had 'had you for a moth- r"U ,lu!,tl over the in inimate girl, and r!"criod the girl: involuntarily her pressed her cold hps to senseless ones: pale U5autiful head win bent. t,"'n ,r'nln lho ffn ho dt- Ildy Darrell rose softly and kissed re-t the servants to carry the still the voung face '"'r ro""1- Look on me as such, dear Valerie," "L,,'HVe m? t'""0," Hht',lHttii, , ,he whispered; "who know- -.crimps -" ""l1 thuch tho d.xJr-"1,uite alone. Her sentence was not liuished for ,.hho d U-nl as tho small cortege the door was opened, and tho butler l'Httppeared then i.er calmness went, advanced into the room. Wrrll llun herself down on "My lady, there s a park-keeper in h,,P kn"es ftn1 ave hor '''- tho servant's hall begging to see you. , , We've told him it Is impossible: hut ho will not go." I My Darrell Heated li.irn.-lf at the table again. " park-keeper. ( .'h'elmi. k !" she re- p-aU-d. "What can he want'" "I don't know, voiir. huh shin: but he ll toll none of us anything - only asks to see you. my lady." Miss Koss looked at her hostess, who gmll(l "Some begging petition, I supine, Well, ri.cbnick. I will breifk throue-h I my rulits for once, and see the man. I'erhaps," continued Lady D.irrell as tho butler withdrew, "oor feilow, he has got into trouble of some HOft." "ile evidently knows where ti apply for consolation, ' remarked Miss I loss. In a few seconds th butler returned, anil ushered in a man dressed in the ordinary fustain worn by keepers, a lisjk of trouble on his honest, comely iaee. "Ah, Miles, so von want to see me? Well, speak out, 1 am quite ready." Tho man hesitated. "I beg pardon, my lady, but if I can peak to you alouo - " Valorlo rose. "I will go into the next room." she aid. and swept away. "Now, Mil.;," said Iady Darrell, Jiuletly, though a vuguo sense of coni ng ill iteemod to have fallen on her. "My lady, I have bad news to tell ou I came straight to you for I Ihontht It best." 'l .4 nn. ' auirl the ludv uuickiv. a he i hesitated. E. HOLMES. "My lady, thU morning on my wav through the wuoiIh, I found I found Captain Kivers lying- on the ground: at first I thought bim dead!'' A broken nob came fnim the next room, it fell unheeded on Lady Dar rell'B earn: she bad risen and was grap ingaehair with her blender white hand for suport. "Dead:' she repeated blankly: "Ku btaee Kivers dead!" "There had evidently been a (truffle: it was out of the ordinary path, on the way to the Madman "h Drift, poor ( apt. Kivers must have been stabbed, for there in blood a!out. but though 1 searched everywhere, I found no weaon-only a basket containing broken cggs.which must have been dropped by some market manor woman in their fritrht. and -and this." I Iady Darrell looked up. Her eyes, j distraught with anguish, full on a"sil-i ver cigarette ease: with elaborate initials and crest engraved on it. "That!" she, murmured hoarsely. '1 brought it straight to you, my lady," the park-keeper said gently, lay ing it down. "I known it is belonging to to his lordshin: it must have fallen I fiom ('apt. Kivers' pocket as he sank down to the ground. There was a moment 's silence. "What have you -you done?" whls ered .ady Darrel, still standing mo tion less. "I have carried the liody to my hut you know I live quit alone, my lady - and I eamo to you to know whatl hail Ix'tterdo next." "Saddle a horse and ride to Nestley. You must fetch the police. Wo must find the murderer." The words dropped like agony from the white lips. "Shall I summon Lord Itoy?" said liles, eagerly, Becing the agitation on ie worn face opixmite. ''I would not 0 to bim lirst, for I knew how much ie loved ('apt. Rivets, and knew the low would fall so heavily, Forgive ie, my lady, you arc always so brave! forgot you were a woman. I ought 1 have gone to his lordship." "The blow has fallen heavily, in eed," whispered the white lips; then otising herself with an effort. Lady arrell passed her handkerchief over ,er face. "Von were right, Miles, to come to ie. and I thank yoa with all my heart. I will tell Ird Hoy.'' She put out one of her slender hands, nd the ke, er txk it within his own irown hard ones with reverence and " uey weni away K.gemer, si,e whisjierod, a crimson wave of color t,J',,K her gentle face -"together in j uner; now Euntaee lien detul, and Koy, n,y angol, mv prince, my on ltoy! No Oh, (t.sl, keep the thought from my mind, or I shall go mad! U:l mo think 'l';arly. 1 hey were angry; they may hitvi! friend. Eustace may lllivu "li!t , 1,ia dalh lone- '. '''. pray that it may be bo! Jtoy, my dar ling, my precious ltoy, can there be l'lo"d on your hands, on your soul? Oh. what sin have we done that this awful curse should come? It is tx much too much!" Tho agony of her thoughts over jHiwered her. Lady Darred sank for ward on to th'i chair, and burled her face in her hands. A few seconds after, tho doorononed, a llguro enterod. In two strides Lov was besido his mother, had lifted her 1 to her feet, and clasped her to his heart. "Itoy!" she gasped. fearfully. "Thank God! And yet, oh, my son, my son!'' "Mother," said the young man, "you know all. Hear me now, though I may nover prove it. I know, I feel, 1 ! swear, I am Innocent of this crime!" I'HAPTKR III. "Answer me at onco-at onco, do you hear? Toll me what took you creeping out ol tho house at daybreak, and why you wai hono so late last niu lit." Let her bo, Martha!" grumbled Farmer II row n, who was trying to apeU through the newspaper, after eatinjf a hearty mid -day meal ' I shall not let her lie," retorted the angry woman. "Shesliall know wboi mistress hero, I can tell ber. Takinjf advantage of my being wanted at Mr. Dixon's farm last night, she must needs go troiloping about till anv hour. I don't believe she went niglthe cattle. Answer me. W hat kept you m late, and what took you to the town thi morning, sneaking out when we were fast asl.-ep?" "I cannot tell vou. Aunt Martha," the girl answered" quietly notsullenly, but lirmly. "Cannot tell me, indeed, you hussy! Weil, we'll we whether I can make you. Do you think me and your uncle have got nothing to do but keep you in shoe-Jeather-a great idle good-for-not hing girl that eats us out of house and home?" Alice was silent, while her uncle stirred uneasily in his chair. "There. Martha-that'll do." "No. it won t. 1 mean to make her toll me all. Where were you last night and this morning, where'is the basket, and what messagedid Mrs. (trey send?" "1 cannot answer." said Alice, again very ouietiv. "Then I'll make you!" cried Mrs. Urown furiously, taking up a farmer's whip that hung on a nail. "Martha!" exclaimed her husband. "I t her strike me, uncle," said the girl with Hashing eves. "If she uoes I will appeal to the ("jastle for protec tion." Something in Alice's look checked the angry woman. She dropped her hand. "Tho Castle?" she muttered sullenly. "A fine thing " A loud knocking ut the door inter rupted her words. She stared for an instant, while Alice grew cold and still. She knew the summons was come for her. Mrs. Brown flungopen thedoor, then courtesied respectfully as she saw be fore her, on horseback, the chief mag istrate of the neighborhood, and three or four tKilicemen. '((XMl morning, Mrs. Brown." said the magistrate, Sir Itobert (,'arlylo. "I wish to ask you a few questions. Sergeant, hand " Mrs. Brown the bas ket. Mrs. Brown, does that belong to you?" Mrs. Brown took it, and recognized it at once as tho one she had filled with eggs the night before. "Yes, your honor," she said with another courtesy. "It is mine, but," glancing around rather fearfully at the policemen, "may I ask " "When did you use that basket last?" inquired Sir Itobert. "Last night, your honor. I packed it with eggs for Mrs. Grey, at the Castle, and gave it to our Adce to carry. " The farmer had risen, and was star ing at the proceedings in alarm. "Where is Alice?" inquired the magistrate next. "Just behind. Hero, Alice, you're wanted. Now you'll find, miss," in a low whisper to the girl, "what it is to be rude to mo; your punishment's come. " Alice took no notice. She moved for ward into the doorway. "What is your name?" asked Sir c. t . ... ivooeru t "Margaret Dornton, sir, but 1 am al ways called Alice." "Then Miss Dornton, pleaso will you answer mo itiis question.' were you carrying that basket through woods to the Castlo last night.'" Alice looked at him straight. "Yes, sir, I was." she answered. the "then you must accompany plaase, at onco to the Castle; you me, will bo wanted. A lice tied on hor cotton sun-bonnet without another word, whilo her aunt stared, silent through amazement; at last she. found her tongue: "What has Alice done? Tell me, your honor. Is she going to be pun ished for-" "There is an inquest up at the Cas tle, Mrs. Brown. Captain Kivers wa, murdered in the wotis lust night, and Miss Dornton is chief witness against the suspected murderer, Lord Koy Darrell.' "Mercy sakes!" ejaculated Mrs. Brown, as Alice walked quietly down the courtyard into the village t!y that wits waiting. The girl sat back in her corner very quiet and silent, as she was bowled along the wide country lane that led by the longest route to tho Castle. She was thinking, wondering if she Htill dreamt, whether the horrors of tho past night, the strange hurried marriage of the morning, the knowl edge that she was no longer a free, lonely maiden, but a wedded wife, were after all but visions that would float away in mist. TO UK CONTINUED. Artificial Ice Hurfaces. A successful system of producing a'tlflclal Ice surfaces has been In augurated in l'arls, and available in la ge areas at all seasons of the year. Ah explained, the machinery consists of two a iitiionia ice machines, driven by two fifty-horse iiower steacin en gines, this ice apparatus has pumps which force ammoolacal gas Into water-cooled condensers, liquifying the gas, which then passes into large ipsi-rvtlrs where It expands with toe production of cold, the same (ran being pumped back an I used con- tinuoiidy. In the application of tbla system for the formation of a skatinn surface, a rink has been constructed 1 0 feet, having a floor of cori and cement, upon this being laid three Hides of connected iron pipe; through this pipe circulates a solution of chlo r de of calcium, an uncongcalablc liquid, which, by passage through spirals In the n-frig rating reservoirs is cooled to some live to twenty de grees Isdow zero. The water over the pipe is thus kept frozen, and daily sweeping and Hooding Insures smoothness. Mow It Happened. A certain clergyman In early life met with an a cident which left him with a broken nose, a deformity about which, in spite of his piety, ho wag known to be a little sensitive One day a new Inquirer propounded the old question: "How happened tou to break Tour nose?" Tho minister answered solemnly: "To tell the truth, my friend, the accident was caused by poking tuy nose into other people' business.' THE BOOK AGENT. 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I kn-w you would Of touratt N.iu ll Mailt ll.e ItfHt. You II khui morocco bai:k, tilt top. On. 11. at v ill aiand the tt. I'm Klad 1 it nmi you klr Hav. 'Inoufcb lgu rant lu l uf)tMi,gbt, 1 lov to ina tan an altb braina. Of ini. ll ct and thou.bl. fcam Valt?T Foaa. THE TKA1T0K. In the little village of Pedron. in Galicia. during the trench invasion, lived darcia de i'aredes, a crabbed old bachelor and licensed apothe cary It was on a cold and unpleas ant night in autumn, about iU o'clock, tint a silent group of shad ows came into the square known to day as the Haa de la t'onst itucion. They weie go ng toward liarcia de I'aredes' apothecary shop, which had been se urely closed since '.). "What ate we go. tig to do?" asked one of the shadows. "Break in the door," suggested a woman. "And kill them," growled many voices. "I will take care of the apothe cary," said a little fel ow. "They say that morn than twenty Frenchmen are taking supper with him to-night" "Ah, If it were In my house! Three, billetted upon me, I've thrown into the well." 'And 1," said a monk, in a flute Hkc vohe, "have smothered two captains by leaving burning charcoal in their cell, which wasmiiie before' "And that wretch of an apothecary protects them!" "Who would have thought it of (Jarcia de Tarcdes? It is not a month since he was the most valiant, the most patr ot c, the most loyal man In the town." "And to-night he is ling a din ner to the French ollicers." "Let us wait awhile," suggested an old man; '-then we will enter, and not one of them shall be le t alive." ' '-yy.'hile these tiiarii estaiions were occumiiK at toe uooi o tuc puai muir, Garcia ile I'aredes aud his uuests pur sued the god of pleasure with ai dor. Garcia de I'aredes was about forty five years of ae. He was tail and as yellow as a mummy. II. s bald head shone with a phosphoresceut lustre, and his black eyes, deep sunken un der shaggy brows, were like mountain-imprisoned lakes that threaten sullenly. The lood was abundant, the wine good, tho conversation animated. The Frenchmen laughed, swore.san, smoked, ate, and drank at the same time, Garcia de I'aredes joked per haps even mo e than any one else, and so eloquent had he been in favor o; the imperial cause that the soldiers of isapoleon had embraced him, praised hiin. and improvised songs in his honor. "Senors," the apothecary had said, "the war that we paniards are wag ing is as stupi 1 as needless. You sons of the devolution come to rescue Spain from her traditional lethargy: to dissipate her religious shadows: to reconstruct her ancient customs: and to teach her tbo-e use, til truths that there is no God and no other lie, and that penitence. abstinence, cbasti'y, aud other Catholic virtues are hut Quixotic absurdities improper and unnecessary for aclv.li.ed people; that Napoleon is the. true Me-niah, the redeemer of the people, the friend or humanity. ,venors, may the Km peror live as long as I hope to live!" "Hurrah! liravo!" cried the French man. The apothecary bowed his head with an expression ol unspeakable pain. (Quickly he raised it, as linn and calm as before. He drank a glass of wine, and went on: "Ancestor of mine, Garcia de Paredes, a barbarous fellow, a Sam son, a Hercules, killed 200 French men In one day. 1 think it was in Ita v. You sc.; he was ru t so fond ol the I rench as 1 am. The King himself made him a knight, and be was more than once on guard at the (juirinal, when Alexander Borgia was l'oe. Hal ha! You ill I n't think I came of such distinguished ancestry. Well, this I iego Garcia do I'aredes. this ancestor of mine, who has an apothecary for a descendant., c.ip tured (oscn.a ami Man I red on la. took ( crinola by assault and fought honorably at the battle of I'avia. There wo made a I lng of I ranee prisoner, and his sword has been in Madrid nearly threo centuries, until we were robbed of It. three months ago I y that son of an innkeeper, Murat, who Is In coa.mand of your army." Here the apothecary made another pause. Some of the I'lencliuicn were going to reply to him; but he, rising, and enforcing silence by his gesture, seized a glass convulsively and ex claimed, In a voice of huniler: " 1 give you a toast, gentlemen; for cursed be my ancestor, animal that he was, and now In the lowest part of hell, as he is! Hurrah fortho Frenchmen of Francis tho First and Of Napoleon Bonaparte ! " " Hurrah !" replied the Invaders, acknowledging their satisfaction. All drained their glasses. About (bat time a noise was hrard , uttering wild criev in the street, or, rattier, at the shop j "Kill them all!" shouted some f door. j the women. " Did you hear that?" asked the j Hold!" thundered Garcia de Par Freiicninao. j edes, with such a tone, such an atrf- Garcia de Paredes smiled. ' tode, such a look, that bis cry, cor- ' They are coining to kill me," he 1 b ned with the immovability at4 said. " Who" " My neighbors." " What for? " " Isecause 1 am a Irencb sympa thi er. Several nights ago they sur rounded my house. But what differ ence does mat make to us? On with the fea-t ! " " Yes, on with it !" eiclaimed the guests. " We are here to defend you." Aud, clinking the bottles and glasses, they 6houted together: "Hurrah for Napiieon! lieath to Ferdinand : Death to Castile ! " (jarcia de Paredes waite I until the toast was drunk, and then said, in a mournful tone: C.il donio!" The shop-boy advanced his head through a small door. He dared not enter that Inner room. "Ceiedonio, bring some ink and paper," said the apothecary, calmly. The boy soon returned with the writing materials. "Sit down," said his master, "and write the figures I will give you. Mate two columns. At the hea l of th column at the right place, Debit, and at the head of the other, Credit.". ".-eiior," stammered the boy, "there is a mob at the door crying, aiII the apothecary!'" "Be quiet! Leave them alone, and write what 1 tell you." The Frenchmen laughed with ad- j miration to see the pharmacist oc I cupied in adjusting bis accounts even ! while surrounded by death and ruin. "Let us see, senors, " said Garcia I de I'aredes; v. 3 will finish our feast : with a single toast. Let us begin in ; tne order of merit. You Captain j tell mc how many Spaniards have I you killed since crossing the Pyr enees " ! "1," replied the Captain, arrogant- i ly twirling his mustache "I have . killed personally with mv sword j ten or twelve." "Kleven at the right!" cried the ; apothecary, speaking to the boy. j The boy repeated, after writing: ' "D I it eleven. " I "And you?" continued Garcia de l a edes. "I speak to you, Senor Julio." "1 six." "And you, commandant?" "I twenty." "L -eight" fourteen." "I none." "I ' know. I rlred with my eyes "I d'in t shut." i An i so on, each one in his turn. 'vet us see now, Captain." con I tinued Garcia de I'aredes. "We will j be,j n again with you. How many I paniaids do you expect to kill dur ing the rem nnd.er of the war, sup ; posing it to last, say three years?" ! " ,h, wel'., call it eleven." "Kleven to t e left!" dictated : Garcia de 1 aredes, am. Celedonio re peated: "Credit, eleven!" And you?" inquired the a'ir'.ie cary. in the same order as before. "I fifteen." "I twenty." "1 one hundred." "I one thousand " Aud soon, replied the Frenchmen. "Div de them by ten, Celedonio," murmured the apothecary, ironically, 'and add earh column serirately." At the end of a breathless silence, Celedonio, turning toward his master read as follows: 'Debit, two hundred and eighty five; credit, two hundred' "That Is to say," said Garcia do I'aredes, "two hundred and eighty live killed and two hundred sentenced to death. Total, four hundred and eighty. live victims." At this moment the outer door o the shop was broken in. "What time is it?" asked th apothocary, with the greatest com posure. "Kleven o'c ock. But don't you bear them coming?" "Lot them come,; it is time." "Time! lor what?" murmured the Frenchmen, trying to rise. But they, were so intoxicated they we e unabie ! to leave their chairs. "Let them come " they cried, however, grasping their sabres with great di:liculty and vainly endeavoring to get upon their ieet. Below in the shop was heard the noise of the ciowd. and a:ove the clamor rang out the unanimous and terrible cry: '-i eat h to the traitor!" t.arcia de I'aredes, hearing that cry. sprang up as though electrilled. I le leaned against, the table to pre vent lalliiu, and cast around him a look of inexplicable joy. Upon his lips could he seen the immortal smile of the conqueror: and thus trans figured, he spoke the following words: "Frenchmen, if you should ever be able to avenge the death of 285 countrymen and to sae the lives of l!()0 others: if, by sacrificing your own lives, you could avert the death of iki comrades nay, '.no brothers and thus Increase the hosts of the a mies of the fatherland with 200 com-atants for the national inde peudeii c, would you, for an instant, hesitate to die, as the price of de stroying the enemies of G'odv" "What Is he saying?" questioned the Frenchmen. "Senor. the assailants are In the ante-chamber!" cri d Cacdonlo. "Let them enter " shouted Garcia de I'aredes. "Open the door! Let them all come and see how u descend ant of a soldier of I'avia can die." The Frenchmen, tcrritled, stupe fied, riveted to their chairs by an un conquerable lethargy, believing that tho death of which the Spaniard spoke was about to enter the room, made desperate efforts to lift their sabres, which were lying on tne tabic; but their fingers wero unable to giasp the hilts At this moment the crowd poured Into the room. There were more than fifty men aod women armed j cudgels daggers and pistols, aod id ai silence of the Frenchmen, infused a cold terror in the crowd. "Put up your daggers," continued the apothecary, with a failing voice, I have done more than you for aaf country. 1 have Dlaed the traitof and now you see the twenty on cers of the invaders. Don't touoh th m: they are poisoned." fA cry of tenor and admiration issued from the breasts of the Span iards. Th -y moved a step nearer tm the guests the greater part of whom were already dead, with their head fallen forward, their arms out stretched upon the table, and their bands yet on the hiifof their swords. Hurrah for - arcia de Paredes!" then shouted the Spaniards, sur rounding the dying hero. eledonia," murmured the phar macist, "the opium is all gone. Send to orunna for opium." Then he fell upon his knees. Only at that did the neighbors per ceive that the apothecary was also poisoned. Then you might have seen a picture as impressive as it was dreadful Women, sitting on the Hoor, were supporting in their arms tne expiring patriot. The men had caught up all the candles from the table, and, oa their knees, were lighting up that group of patriotism and a .ectlon. Twenty dead or dying were in the shawdow, some of them were falling to tne floor with horrifying thuds. And at each dying gasp that he heara, at the fall of each Frenchman to the floor, a smile of glory illumined the face of (Jarcia de Paredes. A little later his spirit also took flight. Translated from the Spanish of I'edro de Alarcon. (Sleeping in Business Honrs. We were on an elevated train, and having nothing better to do were watching a well-known financier of this city who sat in an opposite seat ! paring his linger nails. Hu was a man whose name is a j household word all over this country i for his great wealth and the daring peculations by which he had won it. lie appeared to be uneasy and crossed and recrossed h!s legs con stantly. Suddenly he sat perfectly still, kni:e in hand, while his eyes, fixed on nothing in particular, took on a far away look and the lids contracted slightly. His whole appearance b tokened a man who was thinking so intently on some subject t at he was entirely otihv ous to his sunound ngs for the mom nt. "1 wonder jghat big scheme he's concoct, ng now?" I whispered to my com; -an 'on. "None at all, I'll bet you," was the answer from my friend, a shrewd your) ( Odor. "1 hae noticed," he continued, ! "that men of aetive faculties often la; se into such spells, and persons who see them generally suppose that they a e the outward marks of in tense mental application; but ray ex perience convinces rne that they are, on the contrary, brief periods during : which the mind is really thinking of , nothing at all. "I call them 'mina naps,' and I I eilieve them to be i;s highly bene ficial to the mi; id as sleep is to the body They are a sort of protest and protection of nature against the ex cessive strain put upon the mental . faculties by too ener.elic thinkers. I "if yuu ask a man at such times i what he is thinking about so intently he will generally give an evasive an swer, because he would rather have you suppose he was concocting some deep scheme than not; but the fact is that his mind has really been nl.ccp and when he Is thinking hard you will generally find his eyes rov ing from one ob eco to another, and his wt.'ile lody in a state of fidgets." New York Herald. I'ain I'.rul tiring Animals. The manner in which animals and birds enduie pa n should awaken the sympathy of all thinking people. Horses in battle furnish a striking example of this power of endurance. After the first stinging pain is felt they makes no sound, but bear it with mute wondering endurance, and when in the si ence of the night a groan comes from the battlefield, it is be cause of loneliness the craving for human companionship which is so ! necessary to once domestl atod ani- mala. A dog will go for days with a broken I leg without compl tint, ut, the p'ead i ing, wistful look wo id attract at I tcntion from any one not totally blind I to all sensibility. I A cat, wounded by stick or stono, j caught in some trap from which it has either gnawed or pulled Its way, will crawl losnme quiet out of the way place anil endure s lently agony j which we couid not enduie. ! Cattle will meet tho thrust of the I but her's knife without a sound. 1 The wild dove with shot from the hunter's gun burning In Its tender ' llesh will II y tu some high bough or lay upon the ground and die, and no 'sound will be heard, sa.o the drip ping of blood upon the leaver The stricken deer will speed to some thick wood and there in pitful submission awa ttho end. Theca le stricken In high air will struggle to the last., but there wlil be no sound of pain, and the proud, defiant look will not leave the eyes until tto lids close over them and shut out tbo sunlight they loved so well. D mbn ever rememl'er the prom ises they make to traveling lalesmea and women?