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IN MID-AIR PUOK. KINGSLEY. the aeronaut bad been my ebuui at college. Fifteen years bad pascd since then. He bad tuade rapid strides In hli chosen field of science; I bad en tered the army and become au officer of the Hoy Hi Engineer. Circumstances had now brought me Into hi neighbor hood and I decided to visit him. I found blin In a state of enthusiasm over a new Invention of his own to enable human beings to breathe the rarefied air of high altitude. I wan made acquainted with the details and learned that arrangements were about completed for a balloon asceut, by which a practical test of the Invention waa to t- made. He was confident that It would eclipse, all previous air voy ages In practical results. Despite my Ignorance of the practical detail of the Invention, I was Invited to become the profettHor'a compiitilon on this voyage, through space, and for the novelty of the thing 1 had never been In a bal loon accepted the Invitation and con sented to act as amateur assistant One morning a few weeks later I found myself at the side of I'rof. Klngs ley standing In the midst of an admir ing crowd, who were eagerly waiting for the ascension of the great airship, which, fastened to the ground by a net work of ropes, plunged and strained like some living Anlmul. Five minutes later we had embarked in the car, and In another minute there wns a sudden shout Without for a moment under standing the reason, I found that the people and tho place had somehow slip ped away from us and disappeared. It was the most singular sensation I had ever felt, and as I lookod over the edge of the car I was astonished to observe that In one minute, or less as It appear ed to me, the trees and surging crowd of upturned faces had grown so amaz ingly small and distant. The motion was almost Imperceptible; Indeed, It took some time to grow accustomed to the Idea that we were moving at all. Yet there could be no doubt about the fact thRt we were moving, ami moving at a surprising rate of progress, too. tTp, up and as we rose we were traveling to the eastward. Towns, vil lages, country the brond silver stripe of the widening Thames, dotted here and there with quivering specks which we knew to lie sails, and tiecked with llttlecnlllng wreaths of darkness which trust have represented steamers; and then the great sliver shield of the chan nel, glittering In the blaze of the sun, passed under our eyes In one vast moving diorama, the details of which grew fait ter and fainter yet as we as cended. Then Klngsley began to talk. He was always a brilliant tulker, but now he seemed to to talk more brilliantly than ever. I felt a sense of exhilaration my self that was new to me a sort of wild sense of freedom a' lightness of body and mind that had the effect of strong wine on the nerves. But In spite of rou WCST 00 Ol'T. this I .van surprised at Its effect on my comiMinlon, He talked like n man In spired. In a strain of exaggerated elo quencea rhaimody of science made poetry which struck me as the finest thing of the kind I had ever heard. Yet I round myself glancing at him from time to time a llttlo uneasily. It seemed to me, excited as I was, a little extravagant, and for the moment I wasn't quite sure bow far the excited nervous condition might be consistent with the safe traveling of our balloon. I waa wrong, however, for I soon ob served that the professor kept a wary eye upon the movements of the bal loon, and wm noting each change In the condition of hla delicate Instru ment that were fixed to the aide of the ear beside him. On. on, and upward still, and now wbm I ventured to look below I could see the great panorama of land and sea Mm the tracings on a globe aad iiill It showing something like the same gen tly rounded surface. And all the time Klngsley talked on. Sometimes, Indeed, he would pause for an Instant to Ira lirt some practical Information, and almost at once go back to his declama tion and bl theories. "Five thousand feet," he announced. "Ah! now we have risen above the puny mountain tops of our little island." Aftera time he announced 10,000 feet, and then 15,000. I looked below, and It seemed to me that the slender thread of twisting silver, darkened on both side by puny excrescences that might be buildings, must represent Paris and the Seine. There was hardly any wind, yet It was growing colder, and I felt some little oppression In breathing. I said this to the professor. He smiled, and, stooping, threw out two of our sandbags that served for ballast. My eye followed them, and I wondered where they would fall. I even asked my companion if it wasn't dangerous he didn't answer me, but I stooped and threw another over. We were now rising rapidly. "Twenty thousand feet," he exclaim ed, rubbing his hands together. "Ha! What are the Alps? Mere molehills dignified with the name of mountain." This was all very well, but now I began to find that breathing was mo mentarily becoming more and mora a labor, and that the cold was increasing every nilnuto. I asked Klngsley if it wan not time to try his new apparatus. "Not yet!" he exelaljned. "Not yet! I must see how high we can go without It first" I looked anxiously at him, but I said no more. He went on talking by fits and starts, and I was relieved to see that the rarity of the air was affecting him, too. He must have suffered as I did, and yet he sat still looking from one of his Instruments to another. I wrapped a heavy sealskin cloak around me and waited as well as I could. I began to feel half stupid, and it was with a start that I heard htm say In a thick voice, "25,000 feet. Ah! That will do!" Then ho put one of his new respirators Into my hand, and as I look ed at him half stupidly he added; "Now these will take U.t up to 50,000." The professor's Invention worked like magic. In two minutes I could breathe freely again. As tho thought passed through my mind with a certain satis faction the professor stooped and threw out another sandbag. The sun was still bright, but suddenly there was a faint crackling sound like the breaking of glass. I looked at my feet and saw that the floor was covered with small transparent Icicles. I put my hand to my mouth and found that my mustache was bristling with Ice. "Thirty thou sand feet!" Klngsley announced In a voice that sounded muffled and distant Thirty thousand! And yet tho man talked of fifty. Ah, well, I could see that we had only one more sandbag. Even Klngsley by his enthusiasm couldn't overcome the laws of nature. He 8tooed and threw out our lust bag as tho thought passed through my mind. Again we rose rapidly. Like the professor himself, my eyes were fixed on the barometer. It was cold deadly cold. After a pause ho exclaimed: "Thirty-five thousand. Ha! We have broken the record now." I looked nt Klngsley. Ills fare was blue and pinched, but his eyes shone with a light that was new and alarm ing In Its wild brilliancy. "Haven't we gone high enough?" I managed to articulate, though with difficulty. "Enough?" he returned In a strong voice; "enough? Are you crazy? Fifty thousand, or we don't go back, I tell you 50, man!" Tho man's face had changed; his eyes glittered and sparkled with a strange shifting light good God! He was going mad! After all, I thought, the last t.andbng Is gone; mad or sane ho can't rise higher without lightening the balloon more. I glanced at the barometer It was stationary. The pro fessor's eyes were fixed on If, too then he looked round him then he glared at mc! "We don't rise," he muttered lo him self; "but we must. .We must!" He rose and made a step toward me. He laid bis band on my shoulder. He pointed to the barometer. "We don't rise," he repeated with a strange sig nificance. I nodded. "Somebody must go!" he said. "Good God, man!" I exclaimed. "What do you mean?" He gripped me on the shoulder he brought his race to the level of mine be glared fiercely Into my eyes. "She won't rise," he muttered. "You must go oat!" I looked at him. The man waa clear ly mad It waa la hla area and In hla foloa. "No," I sniwered angrily, "no: (Jo yonrselfr He looked at tue with a half question ing expression. "You can't take the observation," be said. I shook hi band from my shoulder angrily. Suddenly be looked at the barometer again. "Only 38,000!" be ex claimed In a despairing tone. "I prom ised 50.000." He turned away with a wild gesture. He grlpjied one of the ropes and swnng himself on the seat of the car. By a supreme effort I man aged to rouse myself. "Stop!" I shouted. He looked around at me. "Will you do It?" he said. "Somebody must, you know." He was In the very act of overbalancing himself when the terrible emergency seemed to restore some of my vigor. I seised blm and dragged him back. He struggled wild ly, and In his madness be was stronger than I. There was nothing else to be done I raised my band and struck with all my force. Klngsley fell sense less to the bottom of the car. I staggered. I looked feebly around. I felt as If I were falling asleep. Some thing touched my hand and I grasped It It was the string that ojened the valve of the balloon. As I grasped It I grew unconscious. As I clung to It I sank on the senseless body of the professor. I know nothing ef what happened af terward. The next sounds I beard were the sounds of human voices; the next thing my eyes opened upon was the Interior of a small cottage room. There was a poor French print of a Madonna on the wall opposite me the I SK1ZKD HIM AND DRAOOKD HIM HACK. voices that I heard spoke In the rough patois of French. I had been rescued by a miracle. It was months before Klngsley re covered, and to this day I never see him without his Introducing the sub ject of the balloon ascent we are to make together, when we will certainly reach 50,000 feet Poor fellow! That as cension unbalanced his brilliant mind for life. Utlca Globe. An Original "Ad." Hlcycle repairers are so numerous that startling advertisements are nec essary to secure business. A handbill of this purport has been widely circu lated within the last few days on the South Side: "Jileycle. surgery, "Acute and chronic, rases treated with assurance of success. "Languid tires restored to health and vigor. "Tires blown up without pain. Wind free. "We understand the anatomy, physi ology and hygiene of wheels anil give homeopathic or allopathic treatment ns Individual cases require. Sure cure guaranteed. "Testimonials: " '.My wheel had three ribs fractured and you cured It In one treatment.' " 'My tires were suffering with a case of acute aneurism which had been pro nounced fatal by other bicycle doctors, but you cured tho disorder and I did not lose a day of my tour.' "'I was troubled with varicose tires, Involving frequent ruptures and Incon tinence of wind. You cured me.' "Thousands of testimonials like the above sent on application." Chicago Itecord. Charles Dickons' Fault. A book might be written and doubt less much has been printed on the origin of certain slang phrases which drop from the lips of almost everybody ns the cant expression becomes popular, says the Boston Globe. "A fine day, I don't think," says my friend who is quick to catch on and appropriate any thing new In a lino which distinguishes tho vernacular of the day. of course, somebody originated this seml-san-an-tic and wholly ridiculous hyperbole of speech, and that person was no other than Charles Dickens. In "Martin Chuzzlewlt," simple, trustful Tom Pinch ruminates: "I'm a nice man, I don't think, as John used to say," etc., which only goes to show that there Is nothing so very new In certain of the popular slang phrases of the time af ter all. Stranger lo the people do much hunting around here? Native They do, for a fact. Head loads of It. Stranger What do (hey bunt deer and quail? Nnllve Nope. Money to meet their notes In bank with. Florida T1ines-L'n!on. Clara If Mr. Castletou succeeds In kissing a girl he tell all the rest of the men about It. Maude That accounts for It Clara For what? Maude The crowd of fellows that have called upon you lately. New York Herald. Curry Carson seems to be very f rlendly with everybody all of a sudden. Yokes Yes; he la going to get married soon, and ha want to have as many friends as be eaa to Invite and get prea eata from. Truth. CHAPTEIt XVI. (Continued.) "I know I lost this stud," said Marsden, very deliberately, "oa that unlucky even ing, and never could find it; but why should not the roblx-r have picked it up. If he found it, aa he most probably did, in the tent?" "You are a brave man to face me a you dor she exclaimed. "But I hold you in my band," and she clinched it. "1 will tell you who found it, snd where! Your sweet, beloved fiance, when paying me a private visit in my room, admiring my ball-dreee, espied tbs glitter of that dia mond among the lace on the body, where it had dropped when you struggled to stupefy me with your horrible cholorform. Me, the woman you have been making love to ten minutea before who waa ready to give you all she had you base midnight thief!" "Do not be o positive. Might it not have fallen among your lace as we danced together, or when I was assisting to lift you ?" "No, no, no," she cried, aa if carried out of heraelf, and apeaking with immense rapidity. "I aaw it on your breaat when you left me, and Nora, your Nora, told me you never touched me! It la useless de nying your guilt. Wuite, the detective, knowa you. He aaw you here, here with me, before he started to pursue you. He was with you at Amsterdam, in Paris, at Chanlalre, when you went to your sick friend, De Meudon. He tracked you, he can swear to you. I have paid hundred to prove it, and I have you in my grasp: She stopped, panting. Marsden rose slowly, his eyes fixed up on her. She was frightened by bis silence, his desperate look. She, too, rose; but her fury seemed to evaporate. "What are you going to do, Marsden?" she said, quivering. "You would not mur der me?" He laughpd a strange, discordant laugh. "I am blackguard enough," be said; "but 1 would not hurt a hair of your head. No! It Is useless to contradict your as sertions. You have me, indeed, in your grasp, and there la but one way of es cape." He moved to the door, but she was too quick for him. Setting her back against it, she stretched out her arms to keep him off. "You shall not kill yourself! I forbid you! You are bad, and buae, but you be long to roe you belong to me! No, Mars den, you Bhall not leave mel" "What is life to me?" aked Mareden, with a calm despair. "A dishonoring shackle! The sooner I am rid of it the better. I cannot struggle with you. If you have any pity, let me go!" "I will not! I cannot! Oh! Marsden, how I have hated you! You have been o unspeakably false. To rob me, that you might shake me off and marry my rival. Yet," and her eyes softened as they rested on his fine face, so rigid in its despair, on his attitude, grand even in ita expressive abandonment, "with ail, I cannot let you destroy yourself! If I could hope that gratitude would awaken anything like affection, tenderness!" "I am not worth saving," interrupted Marsden, speaking more collectedly. He began to calculate chances. "I kuow I have done a dastardly deed. I never saw its full baseness till I wns found out." Hesmiledabitter.cynical smile. "That does not show much of a moral nature to work upon; but I have so much decency left that it is torture to be under your eye, to hear your just reproaches. I do not ask for mercy. If you choose to call a policeman, do so. Y'ou will be in your right I will not resist." He folded his arms and stood quite still. "And do you not know I should tear my own heurt to pieces if I injured you?" she cried, in n passion of anger and love. "Oh! I can save you! I will save you! if you promise to give me the love I long for! Can I not win you by such service as man never had offered him before? I can save more than your life." "I have no love to give!" said Marsden, In a low tone. "1 have done with love and friendship; and, however generous yon may be, how can you sileuce your de tective?" "I hnve bound up his interest with his discretion," she said, eagerly, still keep ing between Marsden and the door. "I tell you, your bitterest revenge is to prevent my escaping life and its intolera ble pangs." "And I tell you," she cried, hardening again, "that if you kill yourself I will blazon tho story of your felony, your slinine, to the whole world! I will my self describe lo Nora L'Estrange your dis guises, your creeping to and fro to sell your plunder." "Silence!" Interrupted Marsden, fierce ly, making a step forward, then recover ing himself. "It is not probable I can do anything to alone, to compensate. If I can " he broke off. Mrs. Kuthven paused and clasped her hands tightly together. "If I hold my tongue none need ever know of your infamy," she said, slowly. "It will bo a secret between our two selves. Ought not that to be an Indis soluble bond of union? There is not a breath of suspicon sgitlnst you. Walte's Interest Is distinctly to be silent. If I choose to submit to so great a loss, that is my affair." "Is is a tremendous if," Bald Marsden. "How am I to repay au huge a debt?" "By giving mn your llfo," she returned In quickly resolute tones, "by giving me your name." "Do yon remember that I am not only In love with Nora, but openly engaged to her?" "I do, and breaking with her will be a considerable part ef your atonement, 1 know man tolerably well; you are quite capable of loving two." "You are rlghtl Mr love for Nora Is I cannot sneak ef It to yen It has hith erto been the most, the only, spiritualised passion I ever knew) there has been no time as yet for It to beoome Incarnate. Now there Is In yon an aadertone ef dev ilry that always attracted me," 'Will yon break with Kara for my taker demanded Mr. Batheea, Imperi eqely, It oould be maaaaea," ha seUraed, I bought fully, remembering bis last inter view with her. "Be that aa it may, I shall never marry her now!" "And my great sacrifice, will it not draw your heart to me!" she cried. "Oh! I have been wild with love and hate for you and I feel how madly fooliah and despicable I am to act a I do!" She burst into a passionate fit of sobbing. The light came back to Maraden'a eyes. "You are a woman any man might love," he said, "and as you wisely admit that men can love two or more (we are generally broader than women, some wo men), you shall have all the love left in me, of my life-long gratitude you may be aure. You are making a sorry bargain, I warn you. I shall never be the same again, but if you care to be Mrs. Marsden of Evesleigh, so be it!" "Ah! you are simply selling yourself! And what a price I pay!" "No! by heaven! I am grateful, and I always admired you! Even that night, when I unclasped your necklace I felt inclined to kiss the pretty white throat that was so velvety soft to my sacrilegious touch !" "And why did you not? Had you brought back consciousness by kisses and confided your difficulties to me, all would have been well!" cried the infatuated wo man, throwing herself into his arms. What could a criminal so respited do but pay the tribute demanded with liberal lips? For the moment Marsden was moved and really grateful, though a bitter sense of being sold into slavery tinged his feel ings of relief. "How could you be so fascinated by Nora L'Estrange?" asked Mrs. Kuthven, still leaning againat him and looking up in his face. "She never could under stand you as I do, she never could share your feelings as I can." "She is what she is," said he, shortly, "and has been an infinite misfortune to me." "I am glad you see it." Mrs. Ruthven sat down on the soTa and signed to him to sit beside her. "Can I trust you, Mars den?" looking intently into his face. "I think so. Dictate your own terms settle everything on yourself everything of mine that is available. I shall never feel more than a dependent on your char ity." "You must not say that. You will see that, together, we shall command society." "Tell me," resumed Marsden, after a moment's pause, "before we drop this ac cursed subject forever, bow did that de tective fellow see me?" "Do you remember an engineer, a Mr. Colville, calling here and speaking to me of his having a little girl, who was my god -daughter?" "Yes. Shirley waa here." "That man was Waite. I wanted him to see you. I wanted to test the complete ness of his disguise by defying Shirley's recognition. Shirley found him forme." "Good God, has Shirley any suspicion ?" "Not the faintest. Do not doubt; I took every precaution to shield the name I might possibly bear. I waited, oh, .how Impatiently! hoping you would avow your love and difficulties to me, then I should have hidden my knowledge even from you ; but when I found you were going to marry Nora L'Estrange, to expose me to the contemptuous pity of all your world and mine, I was on the verge of getting a warrant of committal against you. My relapse saved you. Ay, and saved me. Does not Nora love you intensely?" with keen curiosity. Marsden understood the drift of the question. "It would be unchivalrous to boast," said he, with a significant smile. A look of delight in the suffering she hoped to inflict gleamed in Mrs. Ruthven's large dark eyes. "I must let you go, dearest," she said, laying her hand caressingly on his shoul der, yet he fancied with a touch of pro prietorship. "But you will be sure to re turn to dinner, and be sure you do not go to the L'Estrange's. A letter will do much better than an interview." "An interview? God forbid!" he ex claimed, with unmistnkable sincerity. "How pleased Lady Dorrington will be," said Mrs. Ruthven, meditatively. "Oh, charmed," returned Marsden, while he thought how cruel fate had been in permitting his affectionate interlocutor to leave Ched worth alive. "J must leave you now," he said. "I feel I must be alone. I am still dizzy and unhinged with with the sense of your great goodness." "But you will come back? You will not do yourself any harm?" anxiously. "No. 1 don't think I have pluck enough left to blow my brains out, or rather you have given me a fresh zest for life. You are looking awfully exhausted. Y'ou must lie down and rest." "Do yon caro enough for me to wish I should rest ?" "How ran you doubt? Good-by for the present." A little further tribute, and he fled from her, half mad with rage, de spair and self-contempt. His ruling motive for the Inst few minutes hnd been to escape from Mrs. Kuthven, to be alone with his crushing sense of discovery and defeat. He had been utterly ont-witted, he was at the mercy of a deeply Injured woman a wo man from whom he shrunk revolted, all the more because he had injured her. The force of degradation could no fur ther go, and he had been such a doubly dninned fool as to believe himself safe! That he could defy this keen, subtle, tenacious woman, and hng himself in the belief thnt by so base, so shabby a crime, he could secure an adorablo creature like Nora! He hnd said truly that failure, de tection, showed him the depth of shame into which ho hnd fallen. Hnd he suc ceeded, It would not have occurred to him to repent Still aglow with the passion Nora had Inspired, It was torture to give her op; yet he, had so much sense of right left, or rather restored, that he felt it would be equally torture to meet her eyes, to hear her voles, knowing he was a despicable outcsst, from whom, was she but aware of his true character, she would turn with scorn and loathing. Why, If he had mur dered a man In anger, he thought, as he paced his room, or sat with locked doors, bis head burled In his hands, he eould face the world with comparative bold aaaa, and yet, hew anlnst opinon la I What real harm had ha Jeae Mm, Ruth ven J Only deprive! bee af a few ban hies he leaked anile as well without He had not robbed her of any comfort or aity, or of money or land. Why had he bwu to unlucky aa to have taken such an overixiwering fancy to a girl like Nora, unapproachable save by the tremendous sacrifice of iuurriuge? This waa really the mainspring of his uxiafurtuue. A to the future, he shuddered to think of it. Why should he not escape it? As to his kolrinn promise to Mrs. Ruthven, that weighed but lightly on hia aouL What stayed bis band wo partly the de moralization which seemed to paralyse him, but chiefly bis dread of being hope lessly disgraced in Nora' eye. She had immense power over him, and he had mid truly, that all of good in him was linked with his feelings for her. No! he might have had resolution to end his ruined life, had he not felt convinced that Mr. Ruthven, furious at being robbed of her prey, would tell ail and make the worst of all to Nora. No; the one shred of comfort in the hell he had created for himself, waa to remain unblemished in Nora'a eyes. He would affect to release her by noble effort of self-deniel, and per haps she would give him a kind thought; perhaps, when wesried of a monotonous life with Winton or some other prig, a regrptful thought. What a sham life was altogether! Was Nora as true, ss real, as she seemed? Yes, now, he would swear, but how long would her truth last the wear and tear of the world? Well, he had escaped detection, and for Nora's sake, for his sister', hia name's sake, be had better drift with the tide which seemed sitting in hi favor. His only way of enduring existence was to forget there was a yesterday or a to-morrow. But dine with that woman, who was his mistress In the cruelest sense, he could not at least, to-day. No; to-day he must be alone; he must be free to swal low, unchecked, such an amount of bur gundy, champagne, brandy, as might drown the intolerable rage and remorse that maddened him. His Incoherent note of excuse, however, only brought Nemesis upon him, in the shape of Mrs. Ruthven herself, wrapped in shawls and furs, wbo sent up an urgent message, and sat in ber carriage at the hotel door till her captive joined her, and was taken off in triumph. (To be continued.) FATALITIES AT SEA. Large Increase Shown by tbe Report of the Inspector General. Tbe records of the United States steamboat Inspection service, wblch during the lust nineteen years has been under the direction of Gen. Dumonl us Inspector General, show that during tho last fiscal year tbe number of lives lost on steam vessels was approximate ly 308. This was an Increase over the average of the preceding eighteen years of 128. Tbto great Increase was caused by tbe large loss of life by th foundering of the steamship Collma, recently, off the Pacific coast This makes tbe average for the last nine teen years 247. The highest previous annual loss waa 580 In 1874. Tbe low est was 133, In 1886. Notwithstanding the great Increase In the number ol vessels since 1870 over 100 per cent there have been but 759 disasters to steam vessels, with a loss of but 5,067 lives, the number of passengers car ried per annum having increased from 122,580,130, carried in 1870, to not lew than 650,000,000, carried In 1892. The average loss of life under the law of 1852 was one person to every 250,181 passengers carried, while under the aci of 1871, which greatly Improved the efficiency of the service, there waa only one life lost In 2,708,333 passen gers carried, or a reduction in the number of lives lost of nearly 11 to 1 in proportion to the number of passen gers carried. The service consists of about 175 officers and clerks, one su pervising inspector general, ten super vising Inspectors of districts, under whom are local Inspectors, divided among the various customs collection districts of the United States. One ol the most striking instances of the ben efits derived from the powers con ferred upon inspectors under the law Is the almost eutire absence of Intem perance at the present time upon the part of licensed officers. An alleged defect in the laws, and one -which has caused much criticism, Is In the local inspectors' power to In vestigate the cause of boiler explosions and casualties to steam vessels, thus, giving the inspectors the right to past judgment upon their own acts. The present head of the Inspection service. Gen. Dumont shares in the opinion oi tho opponents of such power, and has, unsuccessfully however, endeavored to have the laws amended to correct tho evil. As long ago as 18S9 he called attention in his annual report to tit, matter, and suggested a remedy In Hit form of a Mil, which, however, never became a law. Tfie bill provided foi a court of inquiry, to be appointed by the Secretary of the Treasury, to In vestigate acts of local Inspectors In granting licenses, etc., such court to consist of three supervising Inspector! of other districts than the one In which the inspector belongs. It Is very likely that this matter will again be brought before Congress at the next session. tio Song, No Supper. Those men that undertake to train birds how to sing tbe notes of musical Instruments usually teach their pnplli lu classes seven birds to a class, for Instance. Girls and boys that have studied under the best of masters, at the best of schools, have an enviable time compared with the poor birds, who are shut np in a dark room to start with, and are, moreover, half starred If they are too long In begin ning their task of Imitation. On the other band, if they get on nicely and are fairly "quick at the uptake," the light will be gradually admitted and their hunger will be partly relieved, to reward their efforts and enconraga them to higher things. As aoon aa they coma to end that a little Ugbt ami food accompany song, tn the long raa they wan to sing af their awn accord for these aecaaaltlea of Ufa. Tbe awes la the chief Instrument aaad hi bird
