CHAPTER VII.
Lady DorriugtoQ vai exceedingly anx
ious that both Mr. Ruthven aud her
brother should visit her at the shooting
lodge which Lord Durriuifton rented in
Scotland. She feared the effect of her
heavy lota on the wealthy widow' mind,
and she wag anxious that her brother
should not lose his chance. She could not
underbuild why Clifford did not strike
home mid win the prize. The keen,
worldly woman had a very soft spot in
her heart for her brother who so often
angered her. To nee him and the family
entate free from debt would fulfill her
heart's desire, and (the thought Mm. Ruth
ven a charming little Woman, well fitted
to be lady of the manor. Lady Dorrinif
ton's geese were apt to become swanlike
in proportion to their utility. "An to her
having a dash of the tar brush -it Is
nonsense," she would nay to those detrac
tors who urged tills objection. "Roth
her father and mother were Kuropenns;
rne faraway grandfather ns an In
dian prince that it no disadvantage in
my opinion."
iiut no amount of pressing cotihl induce
Mm. Ruthven to quit the murky metrop
olis. She had heard of a charming villa
on the river at Twickenham, and she was
anxious to purchase it. This, and her
dread of the northern climate, compelled
her to refuse her dear Lady Dorriigton.
Marsden, having culled twice without
having been admitted, had not again pre
sented himself, yet Mrs. Ruthven did not
find time hang heavily on her hands. She
went more than once to see her man of
business respecting the purchase she wish
ed to make, for she was keenly interested
In financial matter and eager to get the
full worth of her money, and she had a
long and exceedingly confidential inter
view with Waite after his return from
Evenleigh.
At the end of a fortnight from the date
of the robbery Shirley announced his re
turn, after, he said, having seen his sinter
tart for the Riviera, for Mrs. Ruthven
had really beawi out when he railed.
It was a dull but dry morning and
Mrs. Ruthven was sitting in a low chair
beside the fire, talking to Waite, w ho had
been reading over some memoranda to
her.
"I think I have formed a distinct plan
now," be said, after a pause, "by which
I hope nt least to unravel the plot. I
must dog the suspected culprit by day and
by night."
"You must," she returned.
"It will be costly, madame."
"I cannot help that; only find out the
truth."
There was another pause.
You are not an Knglishman?" said
Mrs. Ruthven suddenly.
"A riaturalited Knglishman. My moth
er was Kngliah."
"And your father?"
"A Pole. I resided both In Germany
and France in my youth, and am able to
peak several languages, which I rind very
uaeful."
"I expect Captain Shirley here Imme
diately. We must deal cautiously with
him," Mrs. Ruthven resumed. "He Is
very shrewd and suspicious, and will, I
know, disapprove of my applying to you
without his Interposition."
"Then be should not have run off to
Ostend when he might have been want
ed," said Waite grimly. "Time Jn such
Biatters Is valuable, as I dare say he
knows, and we have lost a good deal."
"Now, Mr. Waite, after you and Cap
tain Shirley have seen each other, I
hould like to test your power of dis
guising yourself."
"I am ready to submit to any test you
choose, madame."
1 "flood. I shall arrange for Captain
Shirley to rail upon me to-morrow, and
yon shall appear in a different character.
Will you venture so much?"
"Certainly."
"It might answer another purpose also,"
ahe resumed, thoughtfully. "At all
events, you must appear to go abroad."
"That might answer, though there are
enough hiding places In Iondon to shelter
tnott rogues, and the less a secret is
fenced with precautions the safer it often
Is."
Here Mrs. Ruthven's courier brought
her a card.
"Oh! Captain Shirley. Yes, I will see
him. He w ith me here at seven this even
ing," she said, low and hurriedly, "i
will give you some important directions."
Waite bowed as "Captain Shirley" was
announced.
"So you really have come back? I
thought you had deserted me," said Mrs.
Ruthven, with languid graelousness, as
she stretched out her hand.
. "My absence was, you may be sure, un
avoidable," he returned, with a quick in
quisitive glance at the detective.
"Thin," said Mrs. Ruthven, "Is the
celebrated Mr. Waite."
"Uh, indeed!" His brows knit them
selves for a moment. "Then you have
found him for yourself."
"1 have. When In doubt, ploy a. trump,
and my trump has always been self
help." . "No one ran help themselves better.
And what have you done?"
"As yet but very little. iCh, Mr. Waite?"
"It Is a ditlieult rase, very. I have,
however, formed some Idea."
"Indeed!" cried Shirley, eagerly. "And
that in "
"Not to be talked about et present. I
hall only say that my suspicions point
to a foreigner, whom I shall have to fol
low. Perhaps, sir, you would lie so good
as to tell me what you remember of the
ball-1 mean tin; night Mrs. Rulhven's
rubies were stolen ?"
"ih! my recollections are of little use.
I was not dancing, but finding the heat
oppressive, I went outside, and, seeing
one of the servants, asked him to bring
rue a (ase of cigarettes from the smok
ing room, which were remarkably good.
H I missed being of any use at the first
discovery of the outrage."
"Pray, was this vn-nnt one w ho waited
n you?"
"No, he was a ort of under-butlur."
"WaaheEugllibr
rv rf ifr
i
"I think not."
'"There were various strange servants
engaged for a short time," put in Mrs.
.Ruthven, "as the party was got up sud
denly." "Have you any idea if thisinian was
French or Dutch?"
"Not in the least."
"Or if he were in any way connected
with Mrs. Ruthveu'i maid?"
"How the devil should I know?" cried
Shirley, angrily. "I never spoke to Mrs.
Ruthven's maid iu my life."
"Of course not. of coursp not." snid
the detective, soothingly. "Pray, who
told you of the robbery?"
"I-ord Dorrington. No! I now remem
ber he only said Mrs. Ruthven was faint.
It was Mr. Marsdcn himself who told
uie, and I assisted in the neurrh he made
in the shrubbery."
"What was your impression?"
"Oh, it was and in that the jewels ore
irreparably lost. I fear there is no chance
of their recovery."
"Have you any idea of their value?"
"No; that is, I am of course aware they
are very valuable, but their exact worth
I do not think I have ever heard."
"I thought you must have known, be
cause they were so much talked about
when I was married, and you were in the
regiment." said Mrs. Ruthven, with za
air of unconscious simplicity.
"Well, I do not remember if I did," he
returned.
"I have trespassed too long on your
time," said Waite, bowing deferentially.
"If nothing fresh turns up I shall start
for the continent to-morrow, and your
address, madame, will b
Oh, I am not sure. I think of staying
awwie at Folkestone; it would be easy
to see you there If you want to consult
me, aid Iondon is too Intolerable. Mean
time address to the care of my solicitors.'
Waite bowed again and retired.
He does not strike me as anything
very wonderful!" said Shirley, changing
nis place to one nearer hers, "and I had
hoped to have spoken to him first mvself.
You are hardly fit to deal with such gent
ry. I had hoped yon had confidence in
me.
"My dear Shirley, this is nonsense
sue interrupted,, coolly. "Time was too
valuable to be wasted, waiting while you
were running alter your sister: As to
confidence," looking straight into his
eyes, "you ought to know me by this
time! I give my full confidence to no
oue; we can be useful to each other, but
sentimental nonseciaf would neutralize
all that. Now I am resolved, In this mat
ter of the rubles, to have nothing to do
with any one but Walte. When I have
anything of importance to tell and choose
to tell It to you I will. You may be of
fended with me or not, as you like. I am
ready to remain your friend, but I In no
way fear you as an enemy. I will spare
notning and no one to get to the bottom
of this mysterious affair."
"You are an extraordinary woman, yon
always were," said Shirley, looking at
her earnestly, distrustfully. "You wound
me in every way, yet I cannot break with
you."
"It is wiser not, nor is it necessary; you
have no reason to quarrel with me."
Shirley resumed after a moment's si
lence: "I suppose Marsden is in town.
Does he know you have secured this treas
ure of a detective?"
"No!" sharply. "I thought I told you I
did not wish any one to know I was em
ploying any one except those rusty crea
tures, the regular police. Pray be silent
respecting Walte."
"Certainly, If you wish It."
Here Mrs. Ruthven's servant brought
several letters on a salver. She opened
and glanced at some, closing them up
again carefully, then she said, with a
half smile:
"Do you remember an English engi
neer, a Mr. Colvllle, who was employed
on the railway, near I'mballa? A better
sort of man, w ho had a very pretty wife?"
"I cannot say I do. I was a good deal
away that year."
"Well, the pretty wife died when their
baby was born, and every one was very
much concerned. I was godmother to the
little girl. He went home, and I lost
sight of him; now he applies to me for
help to keep his daughter at school."
"I hope you are not going to throw
away your money without inquiry into
the case?" said Shirley.
"No, I am not quite so Impulsive. I
shall tell him to call and let me hear all
he has to tell. And now I am going to
treat you without ceremony, and send you
away, as I want to write some letters.
Are you disengaged to-morrow?"
"Yes, quite disengaged."
"Then, if you come here at two or half
past, I will drive yon down to have a
look at the 1 wickenham villa."
"A thousand thanks. I shall be here
punctually.
When he was gone Mrs. Ruthven re
opened one of her notes aud read: "You
are really too hard In your refusal to see
me!" "He has not been so very perse
vering," she murmured, interrupting herself-"!
beg you will permit me to euter
your enchanted and enchanting presence
this evening, as I am tempted to believe
I might find some trace of your lost jewels
among the Jew dealers in Amsterdam. A
friend of mine, an srtist, wus telling tne
yesterday of an old lather Abraham,,
who lives in an obscure lane, yet has
marvels of brilliancy and beauty in his
stores, and is by no means particular ns
to the sources from which he collects
them. Now I propose to visit the patri
arch myself, but should like to have some
talk with you first. If I may come. ,.t me
have a won! In reply. I do not proviso to
te long away, alter my plans arewell,
you shall make them for me if you w ill.
"Yours devotedly,
"CLIFFORD MARSDEN."
Mrs. Ruthven's face changed more than
once as she read this. It softened, and
then she (lushed, while her eyes gleamed
angrily.
"I cannot see him to-night; that is out
of the question, and he shall not go with
out seeing me. Where has be been? I
wonder if he has been at Fveslclgh, riding
wilh Nora L'Estrange? I will write to
her; t shall ask hint." She seized her pen
and wrote rapidly;
"Not this evening, dear Mr. Marsden.
I am engaged; bot come to luncheon with
me to-morrow at one. I' have much lo say
to you, aud a no msaus ajoirore your ,
wasting your time m a fruitless attemot
to recover my lost jewels.
"Ever yours,
"( KLIA RL'TH 'L'N."
,
Mars n, however, had not been down
to Evesleigb and Nora L'Estrange. He
hail found occupation in Ijimlou, aud time
had not hung heavily on his hands. Mrs.
Ruthven's invitatiou was far from ac
ceptable; he was eager to start on his voy
age of discovery, but he felt it would be
more prudent to accept.
"I must keep her in good humor for
some time longer," he thought, as he
penned a pleasantly worded reply. "She
is a vindictive little animal, and I must
be clear of this trusteeship before I can
venture to show my hand. What a rich
harvest I deserve for iny patience ami
diplomacy! Shall I reap it? ig, it's
w'orth trying for."
Mrs. Ruthven was unusually particular
about ordering luncheon, though at no
time was she indifferent as to what she
ate and drank, and as to w hat she put on.
A very becoming costume of dark-blue
plush and cashmere, made her fairly con
tent with herself, while her thi- k. shining,
auburn-gold hair was crijwncd by a dain
ty litlle lace rap, with pule-blue' ribbons.
Marsden was delightfully punctual,
and. in his admirably cut frock coat, with
a delicate huitonhole bouquet, his high
bred face and beautiful . .ft, sleepy blue
eyes, looked so handsome and distinguish
ed that Mrs. Ruthven thought a woman
might be excused for making a fool of her
self about him.
"And how are you. dear Mrs. Ruthven,
after these ,,ng days? What sin did I
commit that you forbid uie your pres
ence?" exclaimed Marsden. bidding her
hand tenderly, a moment longer than was
quite conventional, and looking into her
eyes.
"Forbid yon my presence?" she repeat
ed, laughing. "Once when you called I
was realiy out, and once-1 was really
engaged!"
"Do you mean that is the beggarly ac
count of all my attempts to see you?
Why, I was here four, live, six times, at
least "
"Then they omitted to tell me! Do not
let us quarrel about the exact number,
Mr. Marsden! tell me some Evesleigh
news. How are your charming relatives
at BrookdalcV"
"I really do not know. I have never
beard of them, and I had intended to hunt
Klankshire this winjer."
"You must not allow yourself to grow
morbid; I shall regret the loss of my pret
ty rubies more than ever! Come, luncheon
is ready in the next room."
While the servants were in the room
they talked of ordinary subjects, but Mrs.
Ruthven soon managed to get rid of them,
and resisting the temptation of listening
to Marsden's charming voice and flatter
ing speeches, she took the direction of the
conversation into her own hands.
"You must not be long away," she HitirL
"1 shall want a tolerably large sum of
money soon," and proceeded to tell him
of the opirtunity whi.1i offered of pur
chasing the desirable villa at Twicken
ham; after enlarging on its merits, she
continued :
"I always wished for a place of that
sort. It is so nice for fetes and pretty
recherche parties. Resides, I may as well
lay out some of that money which is lying
idle in the I hree-per-t ent, so you must
come back in time to pay it."
She looked up suddenly with a smile
and a keen glance, and Marsden met it
with his usual lazy, good-humored expres
slon.
"Very well," he said, "the cash shall be
ready when and where you will. What
are you going lo give for this new toy?"
"Thirty-threirthousand five hundred."
(To be continued.
Infantile Convulsions.
Infantile convulsions are traceable to
a great variety of causes, most of w hich
lose their Influence as the .hild In
creases In years. Among them may be
mentioned intestinal Irritation wheth
er from Improper food, constipation or
worms flatulence and griping, teeth
ing, fright a tul cold.
As may be seen from the character
of the causes, convulsions In the young
child are often only transitory In their
effects, and pass off without involving
any part of the system iu disease, al
though this is by no means ulways the
rase.
It Is also apparent that many cast-ft
of convulsions arise from a neglect of
simple hygienic laws, aud are amena
ble to correspondingly simple treat
ment One of the first things to be done In a
case of convulsions Is to alleviate the
Irritation of the nervous system, which
Is almost always the cause of the trou
ble. This Is best dime by Immersing
the child In a bath of warm water,
which may be made slightly stimulat
ing. If rejnlred, by the Addition of a
teaspoon fill or two of mustard.
We must, of course, exercise due cure
that the child does not get chilled, and
when taken from the bath be Is to be
wrapped In blankets Immediately, no
matter what the season of the year,
and put to bed. He will gciicr.illy fall
at once Into a ijulet slumber.
When the cause of the convulsions Is
ascertained, we should lose no time in
beginning treatment against. It.
If the bowels are constipated, they
should be relieved by proper medicine,
and the diet so reflated that danger
from (ills source will be lessened In
the future.
Te.'th that are pressing upon the
gums sufficiently hard to cimsc them
to turn blue should be helped along
with the lance.
Nothing can be more efflcacio.is than
the warm bath In breaking tip a cold
or In soothing the nerves of a fright
ened child.
In children of peculiarly nervous
temperament great cure Is sometimes:
necessary to ascertain the cause of the
convulsions; a very slight Irritation
often starts a train of events which,
unless we are fortunate enough to
check It, may Imperil the child with se
rious organic disorderYouth's Com
panion. Wide Experience.
"Have you had much experience as
cook ?"
"il hev, ma'am. 01 had seventeen
places lasht year, ma'am." Harper'a
Hnziir.
The devil Is proud of a grumbler, uo
matter whether he belongs to church
or not
fTHE PRICE OF FREEDOM j
WOMAN was sins
lug as she worked
-kneading; a round,
bhlulng mass of
dough with her
strong brown
hands, and ax the
same time keeping
a watchful eye on a
pair of babies play
ing on the floor.
Her voice had the
melodious intona
tion of the south,
so its musical drawl, and she
sang In that putlietic minor
key that seems to suggest a
personal sorrow:
"I'm goln' home teh ole Vir
gin ny
Do'u cry, do'n cry!
f
I'm goln' back teh ole Vlrgluny,
Good-bye! Good-bye!
I love its hills of yellow cohn,
I long tew hear the moonshine horn,
In ole Vlrglnny I was bobu,
Good-bye! Good-bye!"
"Me go, too, mammy," lisped one of
the children a babe with hair like the
silk of that "yellow cohn" of which the
mother had Just sung.
"An' pappy?" urged the older child,
who was playing with remnants of the
dough.
We re goln', right suah we are," said
the mother, breaking off from another
stanza of "ole Vlrglnny," "but I 'low
lap is goln' tew ain't him?"
Then began a scene that was enacted
daily In that little cabin a seerie In
stigated by Uie yearning love of an un
disciplined woman, who, through the
MARTINA THKEW THE
I-OAF ON THE TA
8IIERIFF AND HIS
BLK HKTWEK.N THE
COMPANION.
medium of tears, prayers and alterca
tions, kept the memory of an unworthy
father alive In the hearts of his chil
dren The little ones cried for him.
then fought over hltn, and when they
reached a halr-pulllng stage Uie mother
looked on delighted, until she deemed
they had punished each other enough.
Then she sorted them out, shook them
on her own account, and put them to
bed, where they fell a.sleep in each
other's arms to bo awakened presently
by their mother's kisses.
When her bread was baked, Martina
Flack did not waken the children. Site
took the long hwif made on the same
model as to length and size that all the i
housewives of the Missouri valley
baked out of the oven and examined
It critically.
There was nothing In the appearance
of the loaf to Indicate Uiat it was In any
way different from other loaves uo
hummock In Its smooth, burnished sur
face, which Martina had varnished with
a spoonful of sugar and water, and she
gave a sigh of content as he set It out
on the window ledge to cool.
"I 'low It air all rite, ef the sheriff or
that dep. don' git ter probin' It fihst.
'Taln'f heavy nor nor suspicious nor
nolhln' more nor usual," she said to her
self as she prepared to go out
Her preparations were very simple.
She hastily tied on a clean calico apron,
and hung a man's wlde-brlniuied straw
hat on her handsome head. She was
picturesque In her youth and strength,
with her brown, sunburnt hair tumbled
about her bold, honest face. Her
checks glowed wllh exercise and the
heat of the day. and there hung about
her that Indefinable something that Is
the religion of the woman who loves.
"Jim. pore feller, will be plumb tired
waitln'," she said as she picked up the
loaf and wrapped It In a ragged towel.
"Thet there dep. air a sneak, but I
'low he kin be bought for gold. If Jim
bed his Derringer he'd bo out afore
ihls. Tharthem ehlllun ain't a-going
ter mak' no fuss till I get back, I
reckon."
She left Hie door wide open, but ns
she stepped out she gate one long, loud
whistle, and a black and yellow hound
came hurrying In from a field.
"Here, TIge watch!" she said, and
the dog curled Itself on the door sill
and showed ltd teeth.
Aa Martina hurried away ahe slopped
a moment at a paling to pat the nose
ffi
. Ml
of a mustang that hung a shaggy head
over and whinnied.
"Ye'll go to-night. Jinny, suah," said
the vvomun, laying her large, loving
hand on the brute's forehead. "Don't
fret, ole gal, Uiet there colt air all rite,
an' niebbe yer'll see him soon."
The doors of the county Jail stood
open to the four winds of heaven, but
then- was one padlocked cell In the
board shanty, scarcely fit to pen a
sheep In, but goiwl enough to pen a
horse-thief in, and It held Jim Flack.
The sheriff and his deputy were play
ing poker, and Jim was watching them
through his barred window, when Mar
tina walked In, and strangely enough,
the criminal looked like a respectable
man. and the officers of the law like
criminals, by the same theory that a
visitor at the State Insane Asylum ex
ploltisl, when he remarked to Uie su
perintendent: "Anybody would know Uiose people
were crazy. They have such vicious
faces and low foreheads."
"Those," answered the superinten
dent, "are members of my own family;
we have not reached the Insane wards
yet."
Martina walked Into the Jail and with
one loving glance and a "howdy" to her
husband, threw Uie haf of bread on Uie
table between Uie sheriff and his com
panion, without a word of apology.
The sheriff drew a formidable knife
from the back of his leather bek, and
with two sharp motions of the blade
cut the loaf into three pieces.
"Nary file nor shootln' Iron ther'.
Never left a dull spot on the blald. Mis'
Flack, yer a prime good baker. Give
Jim his loaf, dep."
Martina turned her back on the two
men, and like a flash her eyes tele
graphed something to Jim, but his
keen, handsome face gave no sign of
Interest The deputy had his eye on
him, and Jim wasn't going to give any
thing away.
The husband and wife were allowed
to speak together with the deputy and
sheriff lxith watching and listening.
"How's th' kids?" asked the prisoner.
"I'eart" Martina's eyes filled with
tears, and her voice choked up. Even
desperadoes have moments of delicacy,
but the sheriff aud his deputy had
none.
"Don't whimper, little woman," said
the sheriff, bluntly; "there's as good fish
in the sea as was ever caught."
"You'll spoil your pretty eyes, Mis'
Flack," said the leering deputy.
Jim Flack doubled his brawny fist,
and there was murder In his heart as
he heard the men cUafling his wife.
True, he had stolen horses, but that was
his only crime, and It had come about
through his being cheated In a trade,
and he had sworn to get even. But he
would not have kicked an enemy w-hen
he was down, and his reverence for
women and children was Inborn. He
had hard work now to control his tem
per, but at a glance of intelligence
from his wife, he managed to maintain
a sullen silence.
"Eat the middle of th' loaf fust," she
had said when she handed him Uie
bread, "It air slack-baked, ez ver likes
it, .Tim.
When she was gone Jim took the sec
tion of bread and broke it In two. It
was well the sheriff and his companion
had become involved In a quarrel,
otherwise they would have heard some
thing fall from the prisoner's hand and
roll heavily on the floor. It was a
.J0 gold piece.
"She hev sold poor Jinny's colt,"
thought Jim, as ho picked up the
money; "it hev been baked In the bread
nn' it means a bribeyes, It do but
whether for the sheriff or dep. or hold
on mebbe both. Hello! Ef she ain't
JIM H.AC K S DKATII.
writ sumelhln' on It, then I'm a sucker!"
There were some crooked white let
tern on the gold piece, writ I en with a
greased slick after a method known to
those who are likely to need such writ
ingjust a few words which, decipher
ed by Jim meant fills:
"Ilribe Dep. Walnut Hill Jenny
ter-nlght."
He understood. Martina had sold the
colt as she had promised to do, and he
was to use the money to buy his way
out He was not sure of the sheriff,
who he believed bad a personal spite
immM
against him. tvit he knew the depot
would sell h!s soul for $20, had it ben,
of commercial value he had felt tha
grstefuJ jingle of many a brile In hta,
unclean palm. So Jim began with th,
deputy and had no trouble In making
a compact I
That night, covered by a revolver la
the hand of the official, Jim walked out
a free man. He dfd not intend to run,
and he did mean to pay the price of but
freedom, but he had conveyed the Idea,
that he was to receive the money at th
place where the mustang was tied
awaiting him. He had uo confidence la
the man who was helping him, but ha
was determined he would not return
alive to jail In case there was an at
tempt to confiscate the money without
giving him his freedom.
Jinny was there tied to a tree. Ther
was uo sign of Martina, and for thi
Jim was thankful. It was better that
she should return to the children, after
bringing the mustang there for him.
lie commended her good sense, and
vowed In his heart hp would live a
straight life thereafter, for her sake.
The night was dark and starless, and
a melancholy wind went wailing about
the hill, aud the trees waved and bent;
as it passed among them, in a mono
logue of nature's own chanting. Jim
Flack shivered in the warm evening
air, as one does who steps, tincou.
sclotisly, on the siot that is to be his
own grave.
I
He had placed his hand on Jinny's
bridle when the deputy collared him. 4
"Divvy up, man, or I'll save you from,
a hanging."
After all it was not the deputy who
fired the one quick shot that sent Jlra
Flack reeling into the dust. It was the
sheriff, who bad silently tracked th
two men to their rendezvous, and now
put up his gun and said:
"See ef the jail breaker Is dead and
done for." j
"He's dead enough," said thidepa
ty, turning him over, and shaking with
fear.
"Then we'll bury him like a soldier,
where he fell. Much too good a lot fop
soch carrion as he." ,
They dug a shallow grave and laid,
him in it. The gold piece was mad
tributary to the law the sheriff toole
It
When their work was finished tb
deputy waited for orders.
"Take the mustang and ride for your
life the further you go the safer you
will be; and don't come back till I send
fr you."
The deputy never came back. Mar
Una lives In her little home, and wait
for news of Jim. Her beautiful eye
have a strained look, from gazing long
and eagerly after every horseman or
foot passenger in sight on the far,
straight roud that leads nowhere and
everywhere. Her hair Is faded almost
to a yellow tint from the burning sua,
and Jim's children have acquired her
habit of standing in the doorway, and
from under a shielding arm, watch
ing, watching. There is always one o
them on the watch for "pappy." What
a welcome would be his if he ever
came!
The sheriff could tell them the truth
but be dare not He has blocked- hta
own game. Utlca Globe.
" Christ Hath Risen."
All at once Is heard in the distance
the clear boom of Uie cannon announo
ing the hour of midnight The Rus
sian priest, standing on Uie steps of th
altir, swings his censer, and announce
In tones which penetrate to Uie furthest
corners of the edifice, "Christos vo
kres," (Christ hath risen,) and the peo
pie answer him with oue voice: "V
istine voskres," (In truth, He hata
risen). The woman standing nearest
the priest lights her taper at the con
secrated one presented to her by hirat
her neighbor in turn receives the light
from her; and so on, till In a mlnut;
as it were, the chapel was illuminated
with a hundred lights.
Fathers and mothers, sons and daugh
ters, friends and relations, embraced
one another, kissing three times on th
forehead and either cheek and exchang
ing the Easter greeting. The whol
congregation, then passing before th
priest, did the same with him, and
high mass now followed. Chamber's
Journal.
The Charm tn Scotch.
I wonder if persons who can writ
Scotch are suflidently aware of th
great literary' advantage they hav
over writers who are not born to that
ability. It Is uo credit to them that
they can do it. It Is a gift of natur
dropped In their lap. I never heard
of any one who learned by artificial
means to write Scotch. Scotch writer
do it, and no one else. It has long been
obvious that the proportion of good
writers to the whole Scotch population
was exceedingly large; but I do not re
member that It has ever been pointed
out how much easier it Is for a Scotch
man to be a good writer than another
because of his innate command of the
Scotch tongue.
There are such delightful words In
that language; words that sing on th
printed page, wherever their employer
happens, to drop them in words that
rustle; words that skirl, and words that
clash and thump. Scribner's Magazine.
New Species of Ape.
The Zoological Gardens at Herlln
have Just received from the Dutch Fast
Indies an ape utterly tinlike anything
of the kind ever seen before in Fiirnpe.
It Is of the orang-outang species, and
of a bright, flaring red. with bare neck
and a remarkable hooked nose. The
Inhabitants of Sumatra are said to re
gard It with superstitious reverence.
It Is alleged that these apes can swell
their larynxes to nn enormous extent,
uttering loud sounds which cannot b
described In words.
A Thick Nkull.
An abnormally thick skull and a very
large brain were found to be Ilubln-'
stein's peculiarities, ns developed In
the post-mortem examination.
It Is always Impolite to say that weak
en or butter ar old.