_ __ 4 <11 a otl'ii virii /# 'ftvtixi ^ ( ''Most Httrtiirwllv I nuiMt hooii KO. Mv i To go to Edinburgh would take her too far from her beloved dead, while the thought of living with Miss Heth erlngton at Annandale Castle positively appalled her. She said “No The lady of the Castle received the refusal kindly, saying, that although Marjorie could not take up her resi dence at the Castle, she must not alto gether avoid it. "Come when you wish, my bairn,” concluded the old lady. "You’ll aye be welcome. We are both lonely women now, and must comfort one another. During the first few days, however, •Marjorie did not go. She sat at home during the day, and in the dusk of the evening, when she believed no one would sec her, she went forth to visit the churchyard and cry beside her fos ter-father's grave. At length, how ever, she remembered the old lady’s kindly words, and putting on her bon net and a thick veil, she one morning set, out on a visit to Annandale Cas tle. Marjorie had not seen Miss Hether Ington since that day she came down to the funeral; when, therefore, she was shown Into the lady's presence, she al most uttered a frightened cry. There sat the grim mistress of the Castle in state, but looking as worn and faded as her faded surroundings. Her face was pinched and worn, as If with heart eating grief or mortal disease. She received the girl fondly, yet with some thing of her old imperious manner, jnd during the Interview she renewed the offer of protection. But Marjorie, after looking at the dreary room and its strange mistress, gave a most decided negative. She remained with Miss Hethering ton only a short time, anil when she left the Castle, her minu wus ho nm oi solicitude that she walked along ut terly oblivious to everything about her. Suddenly she started and uttered a glad cry of surprise. A man had touched her on the shoulder, and, lifting her eyes, she beheld her lover. The Frenchman was dressed as she had last seen him. In plain black; bis face was pale and troubled. Marjorie, feeling that new sense of desolation upon her, drew near to his side. "Ah, monsieur," she said, “you have come—at last." Caussldiere did not embrace her. but held her hands and patted them fondly, while Marjorie, feeling comforted by hla very presence, allowed her tears to flow unrestrainedly. He let her cry for a time, then he placed her hand upon his arm and walked with her slowly in the direction of the manse. "My Marjorie," he said, "my own dear love! this has been a sore trial to you, but you have borne It bravely. I have seen you suffer, and I have suf fered, too." "You have seen, monsieur?” "Yes, Marjorie. Did you think be cause I was silent I had forgotten? Ah, no, my love. I have watched over you always. I have seen you go forth at night and cry as if your little heart would break. But I have said noth ing, because I thought 'Such grief is sacred. I must watch and wait,' and 1 have waited.” “Yes, monsieur.” “But today, Marjorie, when 1 saw you come from the Castle with your face all troubled- ah, ho troubled, my Mar jorie!—I thought, I can wait no longer; my little one needs me; she will tell me her grief, and now In her hour of need 1 will help her.’ So I have come, Marjorie, and my little oue will con Hilo hnr um*rn\VM to nu*.'* Then the child In her helplessness clung to him; for he loved her and sympathized with her; and she told him the full extent of her own desola tion. The Frenchman listened atten tively while she spoke. When . he ceased he clasped her hands more fer vently than before, and said: "Marjorie, come to my home!'* She started and drew her hands away. Mhe knew whut more he would say. and It seemed to her sacrilege, when the clergyman had been so re cently laid to his grave. The French man. gathering from her face the state of her mind, continued prosaically enough: "I know It Is not a tint* to talk of love. Majorle; but It la a time to talk of marriage! When you were in Kdlnburgh. you gave me your promise, and you said you loved me. I ask you now, fulfklt your promise; let us be come man and wife!" "You wish me to marry you nuw. monsieur*" "Ah. yea. Marjorie ' “Although l am a penniless friend lees, homeless lass*" "What la that to me nt dear* I tore you, and I wish you to lit my wife'" "You are «ery good "MwjMur "Yea." “Tell me. When Will you make me lhe happiest man allvaf * Marjorie looked at her hluck dints, sad hat nysu tiled with tear*. “I do nut huow I raw nut tall. h« said * Nut y si "K* Men' hut H must not ha hum delayed The deems of Jest lay hurry us uuward You will sum* ha thrust from tbs mesas as you say, uhtky I mast rstura Ml Pvuusa" ate poiag auafl** future is brightening before me. anil I am glad-thank heaven! there are few Tlark clouds looming ahead to sad den our existence, my child. The ty rant who desecrates France will one day fall; meantime his advisers have persuaded him to pardon many politi cal offenders, myself amongst them. So I shall see France again! God is good! When He restores me to my country he will give mo also my wife. Fut your little hand in mine and say, I.eon, I trust you with all my heart.’ Say it, my child, and, believe me, your faith shall not be misplaced." He held forth his hunil to her. and Marjorie, tremblingly raising her 'yes to IiIh face, said In broken accents. ”1 do trust you.” So a second lime the troth was plighted, and whether for good or III, Marjorie's fate was sealed. ( WAITER aVIII. HE day following her final promise to Caussldlere, Marjo rie received intima tion that the now minister was com ing without delay to take possession of th- living. Her Informant was Sol omon Muckleback It, whose funereal despair was tempered with a certain lofty scorn. On the following Saturday arrived the new minister, prepared to officiate for the first time In the parish. He was a youngish man, with red hair and beard, and very pink complexion, but his manners were unassuming and good natured. His wife and family, he explained, were about to follow him In about ten days; and in the meantime his furniture and other chattels were coming on by train. Shown over the manse by Solomon, he expressed no *‘w,v nouiir (■* 4*1 iiinii'Hs WI’.JV IWU or three rooms furnished, and those very barely. "Mr. I^orralne never married?” he in quired, as they passed from room to room. "The meenlster was a wise man,” re plied Solomon, ambiguously. "He lived and he deed in single sanctity, ac cording to the holy commandments of the Apostle Paul.” "Just so," said Mr. Freeland, with a smile. "Well, I shall find the manse small enough for my belongings. Mis tress Freeland has been used to a large house, and we shall need every room. The chamber facing the river, up stairs, will make an excellent nursery.” "My aln bedroom!" muttered Solo mon. "Weel, weel, I'm better out of the house.” At the service on the following day there was a large attendance to wel come the new minister. Solomon occu pied his usual place as precentor, and his face, as Mr. Freeland officiated above him, was a study in Its expres sion of mingled scorn, humiliation and despair. But the minister had a reso nant voice, and a manner of thumping the cushion which carried conviction to the hearts of all unprejudiced observ ers. The general verdict upon him, when the service was over, was that he was the right man in the right place, anu u giauu preucuer. The congregation slowly cleared away, while Majorle, lingering behind, walked sadly to the grave of her old foster-father, and stood looking upon it through fastly-falllng tears. So rapt was she in her own sorrow that she did not hear a fuoistep behind her, and not till Caussidiere had come up and taken her by the hand was she aware of his presence. "So the change has come ut last, my Marjorie," he said; "was I not right? This place is no longer a home for you." “Monsieur!" "Call me l*eon. Shall we not be man and wife?” Hut Marjorie only sobbed. "He was so good. He was my tirst, my only friend’" "Peace tie with him," returned the Frenchman, tenderly. "He loved you dearly, mlgnonne, and l knew his only wish would be to see you happy, laiok what 1 hold in my hand. A charm • talisman parhleu. it is like the won derful lamp of Aladdin, which will car ry us, as soon as you will, hundreds of miles away." As he spoke he drew forth a folded ; paper snd smilingly held it tiefore her "What la it. monsieur?" she asked, perptesed. No; you must call me l,eon th*a I ! will tell you ’What ta It |*son *" " the special I r use Marjorie which permits o« to marry when and where I V9 •HI.'* I M iUrt«4 mil tr«mbi«r4. ihti . *Im» wM4ty il lb* |r bom*, n. • he tt(*4 attaagwr* • a** to dispbh* y»o to t* ta post out into Iks cold world Hot y a have one who luvea ywo a thoo a* id Haves hatter h*r yonr sorrow ami b «p povsrtr ah its, i know pen are ga r‘ and who wilt he yonr to«ing pro ter Ur 101 the and ' ffce looked at him in wonder. Ah, how good and kind he was! Knowing hei miserable birth, seeing her friend less and almost cast away, he would still ’>e beside her, to comfort and cher ish her with his deep affection. If she had sver doubted his sincerity, could she dfubt It now? «••••* Hali' an hour later Caussldlere was walking rapidly In the direction of Annandale Castle He looked supreme ly self-Fttisfied and happy, and humm ed a llgvt French air as he went. Arriving at the door, he knocked, and the serving-woman appeared In an swer to the summons. ''Miss Hetherington, If you please.” "You canna see her,” was the sharp reply. "What's your business?” "(live her this card, if you please, and tell her I must see her without j delay." After some hesitation the woman ear- , rled the card away, first shutting the door unceremoniously In the visitor's face. Presently the door opened again, and the woman beckoned him in. He followed her along the gloomy lobbies, and up stairs, till they reached the desolate boudoir which he had en tered on a former occasion. The woman knocked. ' Come In," said the volee of her mis tress. Caussidiere entered the chamber, and found Miss Hetherington, wrapped m an old-fauhloned morning gown, seated in an arm-chair at her escri toire. Parchments, loose papers and packets of old letters lay scattered be fore her. She wheeled her ehalr sharp ly round as he entered, anil fixed her eyes upon the Frenchman's face. She looked inexpressibly wild and ghastly, but her features wore an expression of indomitable resolution. Caussldlere bowed politely, then, turning softly, he closed the door. "What brings yon here?” demanded the lady of the Castle, “I wish to see you, my lady," he re turned. "First, let me trust, that you are better, and apologize for having disturbed you on such a day.” Miss Hetherington knitted her brows and pointed with trembling forefinger to a chair. "Sit down” she said. Caussidiere obeyed her, and sat down, hat In hand. There was a pause, broken at last by the lady's querulous voice. "Weel, speak! Have you lost your tongue, man? What's your will with me?” Caussidler.’ replied with extreme suavity: "I am anxious, my lady, that all mis understanding should cease between us. To prove my sincerity, I will glvs you a piece of news. I have asked Miss A n nu it In mneeir mu n n/I urlth tmns consent she is quite willing.” "What!" cried Miss Hetherington, half rising from her chair, and then sinking hack with a gasp and a moan. "Have ye dared?” Catissldlere gently inclined his head. "And Marjorie—she has dared to ac cept ye, without warning me?” "Pardon me, she is not aware that you have any right to be consulted. I, however, who acknowledge your right, have come in her name to solicit your kind approbation.” “And what do you threaten, man, if I say ‘no no—a hundred times no?' ” Caussidicre shrugged his shoulders. "Parbleu, I threaten nothing; I am a gentleman, as I have told you. But should you put obstacles In my way, it may be unpleasant for all concerned.” Miss Hetherington rose to her feet, livid with rage, and shook her extend ed hands in her tormentor’s face. "It's wcel for you I’m no a man! If I were a man, ye would never pass that door again liviDg! I defy ye—I scorn ye! Ye coward, to come here and mo lest a sick woman!” She tottered as she spoke, and fell hack into her chair. • TO UB CONTINUED.) A PRETTY SCREEN. Due Whirl. 1‘hii lt« Easily ami lues pensively Mutle at Home. Soft pine wood panels of the desired | size are cut by u carpenter and ar* 1 hen envereil hv sire.china velours. denim or any plain colored, durable material tightly across one side, tack ed Into plate, and the reverse side cov ered with auy good lining for the part of the screen not intended to show, says the Philadelphia Times. The next step tn the process is to cut stiff brown paper panels the size of the wooden ones, and on them draw tu charcoal a simple outline, conventional pattern. If one Is nut ortglual enough to do this stone, ask some friend to draw one. or copy some good design front sit art magazine. The center panel should lie the most prominent, while the slds ones each have the same design, re | versed to suit the brauchea of the screen and tn tts main features bar m< ntzlng with the center one. When this tn done, lay the paper on the panel, lock It In place and along each line of : the pattern lack In gently upholstery nails, arranged carefully at equal die ' tsars*. These should be Indicated by pencil marks If one has not n correct eye When tkia Is ; tag a very rbk metallic effect f*>r slight coat aad little tagesutty This style ut seres a M particularly well suit •4 to dtatag roans or balls aad may be made almoat as effect!** without a frame worb uatag lbs plats wwudea pass la bisged iwgetber after lb* work ■ eg them VS cemptetsd Art lb* mi kabiu art bora lyraata IN THE ODD CORNER. SOME STRANGE. QUEER AND CURIOUS PHASES OF LIFE. A Moorish Execution How a Murder# Was Pat to Heath far Ills Crime — An Odd Optical Illusion In a Turk ish Harem. Killeen Allanna. II.KKN Alltnna. Kl leen Asthore! Light of my soul und Its quceu evermore: It seems years have lingered since last we did part. Killeen Allanna, the pride of my heart. Oh! darling loved I one, your dear i smile 1 miss. My lips seem to cling to that sweet parting kiss: Mavourneen, thy dear face 1 see at ths door. Killeen Allanna Angus Asthore. Faithful I'll he to the colleen I adore, Killeen Allannu. Angus Asthore: Hoon I'll he hack to the colleen I adore, Killeen Allanna Angus Asthore. Killeen Allanna, Killeen Asthore, The ocean's blue waters wash by the shore Of that dear land of shamrock, where thou dost abide, Wultlng the day when I'll call thee my bride. God bless you, darling, I know you are true— True to the boy who would die now for you. My heart Is now bleeding to Its Innermost core, Killeen Altana Angus Asthore. —Townsend. A Moorish F.xecnHoo. A eorrcHpondent at Tangier gives the following account of the execution of a native for the murder of Herr Hassner, a German hanker. In Decem ber last, gays the London Times. The circumstances of the murder have re mained extremely mysterious. The German legation there put pressure on the local authorities. After a short time a woman went over to Gibraltar for safety and sent word from there that she could throw light on the af fair. Upon her Information three men —a Spaniard and two Moora—were ar rested and thrown Into the kasbar (prison). Here they were tortured by the thumb-screw and the Spaniard confessed. He, however, was claimed by the Spanish authorities and what has become of him I do not know. The other two were kept In prison. They lay chained hand and foot by a heavy three-inch chain In a small dun geon, where they remained In almost nUoh Hurlrnnaa f mm tho And of Dfi* cember, with nothing to eat but bread and water and very little of that. 01 course, had not the murdered man been a European, little would have been heard of the matter, A message then came from the sul tan that one of the men was to be shot. The basha, who Is an authority here, desired this to be carried out in private, but the German minister In sisted upon a public execution. On the day of the execution I went down to the Soko (market place). About a dozen Europeans only were present and among them were two French la dies on horseback. A posse of sol diers soon marched through the gate way, having In their midst the con demned man himself, seated on a don key, with his feet chained together. 1 think he was too much dazzled to com prehend fully all that was passing. The prisoner was taken, unresisting, off the donkey and made to kneel with his face away from the soldiers. Two of the men were told off to shoot him. They refused, upon which the basha’e head man with asperity repeated the order. Then they walked up to within five yards of the prisoner and fired two shots into his back. He rolled over, but was not dead. His body con tinued twitching spasmodically fot fully five minutes, when an order was given to dispatch him finally, where upon one of the men walked up tc him, placed a gun close to his head and fired. The corpse was buried in sacred ground. All the Moors, ever the authorities, basha Included, looked upon the prisoner us u martyr. Why they asked, should a good Mohamme dan die for a dog of a I'hristian? Th< feeling is universal and If it were no! for the legations Europeans would no j be very sgfe. Muutlni ttin Donkey. Donkeys Instead of dogs ntuy soon . • '"W" MIVCMUUJI Wi the board of agriculture, with the pos. | alhillty of the proclamation of a gen 1 era! muzzling order. A man named | James Knight of Chobham recently purchased a donkey of known vicious ! character from a person who had been I unable to do anything with the brute | Knight, who Is a powerful mgn, set I himself to cure the animal of Its evil I habits, lie turned It out on the com ■non and when he wanted to capture his charge he enticed It to him by hold Ing out a loaf of bread. This answer ed well for awhile. The owner wu , satisfied that his treatment was eflics clous, but a day or two ago. wh.-n Knight was endeavoring to secure th> animat In this fashion. It suddenly turned upon him savagely sad flse» tkrougk your sieve and save Urns by Utd being obliged to rut Ik. m In sibes and cook for several hours * Many n man has been arrested lM forgers simply be use* ke has Irl.d > •• »«*• • name fur btmasll THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. , LESSON X. DECEMBERS PHIL. 2:1-11 Uolflen Text: "Lee ThU Mln Acts (chapter IS). Klcven years had now passed; years of growth In the midst of kevere persecution. Twice had Paul visit ed his Philippian brethren, and thrice had they sent supplies to Ihetr suffering apn« tie, and now again a fourth tin e to him In prison at Rome, The present epistle Is his response to their loving gift, with lho simple purpose of expressing his thanks and showing his deep Interest In them selves. None of Ills epistles more abounds with language of true, heartfelt affec tion."- Whedon. Analysis of the Kplslle. I Address and salutation, 1. I, l. 2. MtuafiOfi and Inbois of the upostle at Rome, I 3-3« 1 'I bn Lord's example and pattern for the ob servance of the church, I Z7 l I* 4. Paul's assistant and colaborers, I! 19-iW. f>. Warning agnlnst Judalslle false (eaebers and wicked deceivers, In contrast with the apostles, 3. 1 4 1. Final exhortation to co-operation between himself and iho Philippian t’hureh, 4. i-W 7. Halutallon and benedict Ion. 4, 31-33." - llfaune, Characteristics of the Kplslle -"It is ilx* wurm, spontaneous outpouring of a loving heart expressing Itself with unreserved gratitude it tel tenderness toward Ihe fa vorite children of his ministry. If It ex hibits to us somewhat less Ilian other ' epistles of Paul’s peculiar teachings It has a inpathiea for hla ftilow llaelplea i Chctaltan a. If demaJ Verses La A. < hriat . orpiied himself. r. m.«j«vd h»e glory that ho might as. a »>a nciihTirc jots. |g * recently patented sutomat thange mutter the tula la placed in J tube# uf the proper alee, Sited With " eildtag plates *1 the l*>!tom. skirt M* operated Uv levers to push the bottom •*d* out wheg the lover Is preweed To vgivh melee aa they loo through Ihs usderground pwaeagee they ha<* dog g tests 'rap has s ruts of sharp Mhos «tta. had to g elating rod tu drop nnd pin the Indent fast ns su*n ae the tnggsr eater mg Ihs huts Is di.turhsd