A ' CHAPTER T.
T was In the sweet
month of Septem
ber, the soft after
noon of a day that
, had been hot even
on the borders of
the North Sea,
which sends its
breezes flying over
the part of Essex
which Is not flat
and marshy, but
rich and undulating, and fair
mid pleasant to look upon. In
I^ondon the people were gasp
ing for breath, but here,
though the day had hern fairly hot, it
was now at six o'clock soft and balmy,
and by nightfall the air would he
sharp and fresh.
It was such a fair day and such a fair
view! Rehind on the higher ground
stood a rambling old house, half hall,
half farm-house a house with a long
red-hrlck front, and a sort of terrace
garden from which you might look
across the fields and the long green
stretches of land over which the bold
sea came and went at ebb and flow of
the tides. It was a quaint old garden,
with turf like velvet, and raised beds
cut In it here and there, gay with
blazing scarlet geraniums and blue
lobelias, and kept neat and tidy by a
quaint bordering of red tiles set edge
ways Into the ground. There were tall
trees, too, about this domain, which
hid the farm-buildings from sight, and
also helped to shield the house from
the fierce winter blasts, and in front
there lay a rich and verdant meadow
sloping gently down to the high-road,
where just then a man and a young
girl had stopped for a moment as they
Walked along together.
"Mayn’t I come in?” the man said,
Imploringly.
"No, 1 don't think you must,” the
girl answered. "You see, auntie has
like me to ask you In when I knew
she wasn't there. No, I don't think
you must come In this time.”
“Perhaps she will be back by this
time," bo urged; but the girl shook her
heacl resolutely.
"No; for the train does not get to
Wrabness til twenty-four minutes past
seven— it is not as much past six yet, ’
she said, simply.
"But,” he said, finding that there
was no chance of his effecting an en
trance within the fortress, "are you
bound to go in just yet?”
"No, I am not; but you are bound
to go back to Lady Jane's for your
dog-cart. She knows that you came
with me, and she knows that auntie
is in Colchester.”
“Lady Jane knows too much,” he
said, vexedly. “Yes, I suppose 1 must
go back. But 1 may carry your racket
as far as the door, eh?”
"Oh, I think you may do that,” an
swered the girl, demurely.
So together they turned and walked
on. The road took a curve to the right,
skirting the sloping meadow and ris
ing gradually until they reached the
gates of the old house, with its quaint
red front and its many gables and
dormer windows, and at the gate Dor
othy Strode stopped and held out her
hand for the racket.
“Thank you very much for bringing
me home,” she said, shyly, hut with
an upward glance of her blue eyes that
went straight to the man's perhaps
rather susceptible heart; "it was very
good of you.”
"Yes, but tell me," he answered, not
letting go his hold of the racket, “the
aunt has gone to Colchester, you say ?"
"Yes.”
"Dues she often go?”
"Oh, no; not often.”
"But how often? Once a week?"
"Opce a week—oh, no; not once u
month. Why do you ask?"
"Because for the present 1 live in
Colchester. I am quartered there, you
know, and 1 thought that perhaps
sometimes wS’p the auntie was com
ing you might he coming, too. and I
might show you round u little -the
linns and all that, you know. That
was all.”
"But I don't think. .aid Dorothy
Jatrodc, taking hint literally, "that
••tail* wwui<t t»»f » • •>« • . »&.•*•
IUUH.1 l't»l*fh»a*«f, or »k* tM < „r aoy
thlM Viw a**, ah* ha* ; .*.» 41 tu<
Hall for «M*ro 1 h*h •«» * 4»
|*»b»My hn»*a t*ol« I ttar « t); . »t
II«M M wall aa »*M 4ti ■
•>Tra#* I tula Hi h**a »h «M <
ik*!," *a4 ha latMlh-4 a in.• «t a .
«*•« aiutaka lk«» •■*•*» hM.rD
I*I*iU ikoa l >«« «hnU !*»•• *»*i » 4.
like io come and have afternoon tea
in my quarters? Old ladies generally
love a bachelor tea."
“ I don’t think she would." said
Dorothy, honestly. "You see, Mr.
Harris, my aunt is rather strict, and
she never does anything unusual,
and--" At that moment she broke off
short as a fairly smart dog-cart driven
by a young man passed them, and
returned the salute of the occupant,
who had lifted his hat as soon as he
saw her.
"V/ho Is that?" asked the soldier,
father jealously, frowning a little as
he noticed the girl's heightened color.
"That Is Mr. Stevenson,” she an
swered, looking straight in front of
her.
"Oh, Mr. Stevenson. And who is he
when he's at home?" the soldier de
manded.
"Very much the same as when he
Is not at home,” answered Dorothy,
with a gay laugh.
He laughed, too. "But tell me, who
Is he?”
"Oh, one of the gentlemen farmers
round about.”
It was evident that site did not want
to talk about the owner of the dog
cart, but the soldier went on without
heeding: “And you know him well?”
"I have known him all my life,” she
said, with studied carelessness.
In the fare of her evident unwilling
ness to enlarge upon the subject, the
soldier had no choice but to let her
take the racket from him.
"Good-by," she said, holding out her
hand to him.
"Good-by,” he answered, holding It
a good deal longer thatj was necessary;
"hut tell me I may come and call?"
"Yes, I think you might do that.”
"You will tell your aunt that you
met tne, and that I am coming to call
tomorrow ?”
"That is a little soon, isn't it?” she
saiu, laughing. Resides, tomorrow
there Is a sewing-meeting.”
"And you go?”
“Always."
“And you like it?” Incredulously.
“No, candidly 1 don't; but In this
world, at least in Graveleigh, one has
to do a great many things that one
does not like.”
“And you might have to do worse
things than go to a sewing-meeting,
eh?” he suggested, for it suddenly
flashed Into his mind that there would
he no gentlemen farmers in smart dog
carts at such feminine functions as
sewing-meetings.
"That is so. Well, good-by.”
“But you haven’t said when I may
come,” he cried.
“No; say one day next, week,” with
a gay laugh.
“But which day?”
"Oh, you must take your chance of
that. Good-by," and then she passed
in at the wide old gate, and disappear
ed among the hushes and shrubs which
lined the short and crooked carriage
drive leading to the- house.
CHAPTER II.
OR a moment he
stood there looking
after her. then
turned on ills herd
and retraced the
steps which he had
taken in Dorothy
Strode's company,
and as he went
along he went
again over all that
she had said,
thovight of her beauty, her soft blue
eyes, and fair, wind-tossed hair, of th<
grace of her movements, the strength
and skill of her play, the sweet, half
shy voice, the gentle manner with now
and then Just a touch of roguish fun
' to relieve its softness. Then he re
i mien now sue uhu loom u up at nun
amt how softly she hud spoken tiii
: name. "Mr. Harris." just as that farm
j er-f«llow i ante along to distract hci
attention and bring the bright coloi
- into her cheeks, and. by Jove! he hat
come away and never told her that hit
name was not Hurris at all, but Ayl
mer Richard Aylmer. commonly
known as "Dick," not only In his rcgl
' merit, but In every place where he wai
known ul all. Now how, his though’
, ran. could the little woman have go
| hold of an Idea that his name wa
Harris.’ Itlck Harris! Well, to (a
sure. It didn't souud bad, but then I
did n* i suit him. Hick Vylnirr he wa
and l»iik Ayliner he would be to tht
end of the chapter ekc**pt » v t pt, ait
well, well, that was a contingent* hi
i need not trouble him*1 If about St {ires
eat It was but a contingency an I •
remote one, and he could lei It tak
• are of itself until the time tains fu
i him to fairly took It In the face, whci
i probably mailers would mavstiiiicV
and comfortably arrange Uu'mn to i
And then be fell to thinking ibuii
I her Again, and what A pretty low
hers tsA* Dorothy hi rod* Su- h
pu tty name, oni* Imrothy A> ln«
i would hsik %>*en prettier Mrs, Mi- bar
\k lm«r the prettiest of them all, f I
; 11 pi perhaps, to hear hie men ln«t. I
i ailing her "Mrs IU* k
And th*n he pau-d him««tf up m
i i a laugh t« think bow foot hi* thought
( hed keen running on why, A K - I *
I i iunity married htmeelf already afie
II an hoar end a half * a«uwalntant« an
; befutw «**n he had !■« a m hl« »«• s|
At I with Agothd laugh he itineA k
at the gates of Lady Jane's place,
where he must say his farewells and
get his dog-cart.
Lady Jane was stiil on the lswn. and
welcomed hint with a smile. She was
a stout, motherly woman, still young
enough to be sympathetic.
“Ah, you are back," she said. “Now,
Is not that a nice gfrl?”
“Charming.” returned Dick, sitting
down beside her and answering in his
most conventional manner.
Lady Jane frowned a little, being
quite deceived by the tone. Shi was
fond of Dorothy herself and would
dearly like to make a match for her.
She had seen with Joy that Mr. Ayl
mer seemed very attentive to her, and
had encouraged him In hts offer 10
escort her down the road to her aunt's
house—and now he had come back
again with his cold, conventional tones
as If Dorothy was the tenth charming
girl he had taken home that afternoon,
and he had not cared much about th*
task.
“I heard you say a little time ags
that you were going away,” lie re
marked, after a moment's pause.
"Yes, we are off tonight by the boat
from Harwich,” she answered. "Yes,
it is rather a long passage—twelve
hours but the boatr are big and the
weather is smooth, <nd It Is a great
convenience being able to drive from
from one's own door to the boat itself
—one starts so m..-ch fresher, you
know.”
“Yes, that must be so,” be replied,
"though I never went over by this
route. And how long do you stay?”
“All the winter,” Lady Jane an
swered. “We go to Kissingen, though
A.
SITTING DOWN BESIDE HER.
It is a trifle late for the place. Then
on by the Engadlne, Italian Lakes,
and to Marseilles. After that to Al- ;
gicrs for severs! months.”
"Algiers,” ho said in surprise,
“really?”
"Yes, I need a farm climate in the
winter, and it given Mr. Sturt a chance
both of life and of sport, so that ho
does not really feel being out of Eng
land for so long.”
"And you come back next sprint/?”
"Yes; some time next spring," she
answered.
Dick Alyrner got up then and began i
to make his adleux.
"Then good-by, Mr. Harrla,” saWJ
Lady Jane, with much cordiality, "an€
I hope to find you still at Colchester
when we come back again. If not, you
must come and see me in London dur
ing the season.”
“Thanks, very many,” he said, "but
my-”
“Oh!" cried Lady Jane, in dismay,
"look, look! the fox-terrier is worry
ing the Persian kitten. Do rescue It
somebody, do, do!”
(To be continued.)
HERMIT IN A BIG CITY.
Why an Old f..»dy H<w Shut Herself oh
from tliM World*
Various, indeed, are the ways in
which eccentric people indulge their
little peculiarities, but a decidedly
original manner has been adopted by
an old lady living here, says a Paris
letter to the London Telegraph. On
one of the grand boulevards stands a
house with closed shutters and fasten
ed door. Scarcely a sign of life, is there
about the place and the house lias re
mained in a similiar state over a ipiar
ter of a century.
The owner is an old lady, who, on
Sept. 4, 1S70. the day on which the r«.
public was proclaimed, resolutely deter
mined that no one affected by republic
an Ideas should ever cross the threshold
of her dwelling. To avoid any sued
contingency she simply declined
to allow any one inside and has refused
all offers to hire either apartments or
the shop below. The only time shs
1 breaks through her hard and fast rule
| Is when workmen are permitted to en*
| ter in order to carry out repair*.
1'ulnters. carpenters, h* ksmlths and
| mason* one - a y< ir in turn Invade her
| privacy and make good any damage.
| To relative* whose politictl tendencies
ar«‘ the same i* her own she |s partle.
ularly gracou*. Inti at the death of
each one an apartment in the building
la seated up and how nil are i t wed
I tinning the Very Mtua on at |he ha k
j Of tile h *U»e. which the unti repuhlle,
ait ht r: » p • rv< . tor • o« a Hue and
that of her three servants, "Ih'a
strahie I • hitt I r m 11. par of an old
lady h.t- repeatedly tycttel comment
and numerous hat* 1**01 the atiampt*
, : of people to gain an < uiruu e hy , .h,..
rn* or ,sIh ill th* sr effort* am
*> I , 11 d 11 . »!, . uni,)•
tin* fnat' >t>* • with dm.on nk, vigil*
|U> * .tl-- th- W*»** t '• * f * It **!*; * >
t fti.u th«* | ■ Ue.i •»* 1 n** I i» r * 1
AU*I hllli'* * mO*** Ul# * Iff ft*
I ■ «au-a»l<>
llN» III IhH
*| Un4tAf4 '■»* (4^ t
I Hill *&*’ 5.* M* 1 k s • .* *» t
| I ill* * I * t* * iltllt
• | t«Hl IfUMM'lt Oik ti l »4it M hit
%|* 1*1 tl • *» II % A * h
I . I* * . • 4 .tip Iwul Ih up
• it tka || l theti t> e* at
1 isttos • waa a*i *h« s*•«<**■•.
MR9. GLADSTONE AT HOME. '
rennyson's Tribute to Her Wrlttea
Twenty-Seven Yemrs Ago.
Mrs. Gladstone recently celebrated
her &3th birthday, and every one wish- j
ed her all possible happiness, says the j
London Chronicle. She lias been a j
veritable "angel In the house" and her j
loving care for her distinguished hus- j
band has passed Into a proverb. Mrs. i
Gladstone's vitality is marvelous and
she preserves as active an Interest in
her many philanthropic work* as of
old. The eldest daughter of Sir Steph- |
en Givnne. Catharine Glynne and her i
sister attracted great admiration when :
they appeared in London society. When j
the Glynnes were on the continent in ;
JS.19 they met very frequently Mr. Glad- I
■tone, who was even then a notable
politician, having already filled the of- j
flee of under secretary for the colonies
and also that of vice-president of the
board of trade. Mr. Gladstone’s clos
est friend. lyord Lyttleton, had made as !
favorable an Impression on the young- j
er Miss Glynne as Mr. Gladstone had ;
made on her oddest sister, with the rqr .
suit that all fashionable London was
shortly after this visit to Italy Inter- |
ested to hear of the bethrothal of the j
no young politicians to the two love- j
ly sisters. The weddings took place
in the same day, July 93, 18.19. Mrs.
Gladstone's good works began at a perl- j
sd when it was not so fashionable as ;
to-day for gentlewomen to frequent the
ilums. intent on ameliorating the con
dition of thp poor. She was especially
busy at the time of a devastating epi
demic which scourged the east end of
London many years ago. and she was
* • a v in 11 tn iw iii< ■ #*-» ■ ...
hospital. Many a poor convalescent
lias had reason to bless the name of |
Mrs. Gladstone In connection with the
borne which bears her name. At Ha- i
warden one sees at once how large a
part philanthrophy plays in Mrs. Glad
stone's beneficent life. There is her
boys’ home close to the castle and not j
far from it is the home in which some j
old ladles are. thanks to her kindness, j
spending the evening of their days in
peace. Tennyson’s words will find echo ;
In many a heart to-day: ''One could j
not but feel humbled in the presence I
Of those whose life was evidently one
long self-sacrifice, and. one would hope,
quickened to more of It In one's own
life. Mrs. Gladstone wears herself out
by all her hospital work in addition
to the work of a prime minister's wife."
That tribute was written twenty-seven
years ago, and Mrs. Gladstone is still
abel to enjoy fairly good health in her
old age.
TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE.
On* Will Be Seen l»y the IVcpl# of
A merle* on Way *8, I POO.
The people of America will have a
very unusual chance to see a total solar
eclipse right here at home on May 28,
1890. Astronomers are even now study
ing the meteorological tables for past
years In order to find the localities
promising clearest skies, says the
Washington Post. The line of totality
first touches the continent on the Paci
fic coast in Mexico, north of Cape Co
rientes, pursuing a northeast course,
leaving Mexico at the mouth of the ltio
Grande, crossing the gulf of Mexico and
entering the United States at Atehafa
laya bay, Louisiana. The breadth of
Ihe line Is atiout fifty miles. The eclipse
will be total at New Orleans at about
8:22 a. m., Washington time. The
eclipse will be visible in Macon, Ral
eigh, Norfolk and intermediate and
neighboring points. Crossing the ocean
the land first touched is near the port
of Coimbra, Spain, passing southeast
across southern Europe and the Medl- j
terranean sea. Thus ail the astrono- j
mers in both hemispheres will be with
in easy distance and with every facil
ity for using any amount of Instrumen
tal equipment. The greatest duration
will be two minutes, nine seconds,
about the middle of the Atlantic ocean.
No Negro In South Africa.
The word “negro" is not heard in
South Africa excepting as a term of
opprobrium. Over and over again
have Afrikander Englishmen stopped
j'O when speaking of Zulus, liasutos,
M&tabele and so on as negroes. "You
In America only know the blacks who
came over as slaves. Our blacks are
not to lie confusoil with the material
found on the Guinea const."
THEIR ORIGIN.
The cauliflower came from Cyprus.
The eggplant U it native of Asia, Af
rica and Smith \merica.
Mushrooms ae native to uli temper
ate countries In , hurt grass.
Potatoes are native to Peru, and the
i Spaniards iliseovi - d them Front
I Spain they passed into Italy and liel
; glum
Melons were grown by the old tin * k«
sud Homans and were carried to Am
in a by > ’oltittfiui I h- w i ! m lon It
native tn Afrit a
Th» cabbage still grows wild in
Greece, where it originated ll uli-lo *
•err native til China, but have Is ' ll
grown in Europe for icnturles
Garik csinv frutn Asia «nd b is lirm
Used since tbe earliest time*. |l furnted
} part of the diet af tbe Israelii** in
: Egypt, was u - d by Greek and Homan
Mold - rs and Mr; 411 peasants
Hi ousels sprouts 1 tine from tletgium,
beets ara naitv- to tbe auutheast sea
coa.t nf Europe sag* tomes fn m soots
Ear->ps rhubarb from Chlaa and Tar
' tar * The utswtwM *s frutn lick
I America
i t'u-amber* are astir* In the Earn In
4kt and are grown tn Cashmere, China
and Persia They were mu- h saieemed
hr the sac tew >• and are cum«n< a la
i Egypt, where a dnah la prepared from
them when they are yige
THEATRICAL TOPICS.
CURRENT NEWS AND GOSSIP
OP THE STAGE.
--
\ f'omedjr HcIiIihI tlic Nrom*« In a ,
WiiMlihiKtcin Theater % OopIIip I lr«*t
>li;lit UtiNP at the Arp iif I I Flor
pnpp Stone ami Mamie Nlierhlitii.
CEHTAI N the
atrical company,
which has Just fin- j
Islicil Its Washing
ton c n g a g emont, |
says the Washing- j
ton Post, possesses
a sober and saga
\ clous manage r.
who never lets any
thing Intsrfe re
with the success of
the piece If he can help it. He Iikh a
perfect horror of telegrams, for almost
the only one he ever received informed
him of the death of his mother. On
Tuesday night. Just as the call boy
was crying • Overture." a (elegram ad
dressed to the leading comedian was
delivered at the stage door. The stage
manager realized that tile sudden an
nouncement of the misfortune, for he
divined lutd news in the yellow en
velope. would unnerve the actor, so,
with great presence of mind, he dr- !
termined to suppress the message till
after tin play. Word went, round qui
etly that the stage manager had had
news for Mr. Blank. The company be
trayed a sympathy for the unfortunate
actor which quite surprised him. When
the curtain fell on the last act they all
gathered around him, as the stage man
ager. with a solemn face, handed him
ihe telegram. Mr. Blank, gathering a
premonition ot disaster from Ihe pity
ing far.-s around him. hurriedly tore
open the envelope. The message was
from his voting son on the farm in New
York. It read: "Only seventeen of
the twenty-one eggs 1 set have hatched
out."
The current issue of Literature con
tains Ibis comment: A "first night”
of Goethe must always he interesting,
jections. and secured an engagement
with I he Forejaugh Stock company of
Philadelphia. After doing some efficient
work In this well-known company,
she was engaged for a leading part in
The Limited Mail," and later appear
ed in David Belasco's production of the
"Main Line.” She starred for one sea
son in "A Southern Heiress." and since
that time has tilled leading parts with
"Shenandoah” and other well known
attractions. She is a woman possessed
of an extremely attractive style of
beauty, is graceful in figure, and <n
dowed with a highly artistic taste,‘as
is well evidenced by her refined stag*
presence.
English comedians carried "Hamlet"
to Germany toward the end of the six
teenth century, when a rough German
translation of the play was made and
left behind. The earliest record of a
performance of "Hamlet, a Prlnz In
Dennemarck,” by “the English actors
tniiHl be attributed lo the year 1*126, but
according to Israel Gollanez. It Is Just
possible that we have some portion of
the lost pre-Shakespeare,in "Hamlet
in a German MS. version bearing tic
date "Pretz, October 27, 171b," which
Is probably a late and modernized copy
of a much older manuscript. This play,
"Fratricide Punished, or Prince Ham
let of Denmark," was first print*d In
17M, and has been frequently repub
lished since then.
"It is a long time,” says a Koine cor
respondent of the Pall Mill Gazette
"since we have had such a theatrical
season ns tills winter. Notwithstand
ing the hiHses litlle respectful to
Queen Margherita, who v,,is pr<scut
that greeted Gabriel d'Annunzio's hog
no d'ttn Mattlno <11 Prhnavera' f Dream
of a Morning Spring'!, Eb-anont Du <
is delighting all Home: at the Argen
tine theater the ‘Bohi nc' of Purcint (
has had a fresh success, and Fregull,
who made such a hit among mut-ic bail
audiences, provides entertainment, ot
another kind.”
Oliver Byron is playing his nint
teenth tour, and is still a sic <■■■“■. Yea -
ago Byron parted his name In the red
die, and was known as Oliver D< ud
Byron. Some time ago a playgoer re
i 'if i / I ■/ 7 • / //'» y
FLORENCE STONE. 1
however unworthy the piece may be of
the author of "Faust.” On Jan. 17 the
Itoyal theater in Berlin produced “Die
Aufgeregten,” which made its first ap
pearance on the stage since Goethe left
it incomplete in 17!Ci. The task of fin
ishing the play had been accomplished
by Herr von Stenglin. "Die Aufge- !
region" was a parody on the French
revolution, with its scene in a German
village. A comic hero, the village bur
lier, sits himself at the head of the
peasants to rebel against the dominion !
of the local count and countess. The ;
whole treatment Is burlesque, and the
ober Judgment of Goethe's admirers j
agreed that it would have been better j
to leave the comedy In oblivion.
At t years of ago Duse wu.i on the
-.tnge. but at H, when her mother died,
she had not enough money to buy a
black dress and was obliged to lie satis
lied with a crepe bund on h»r sleeves
,-the was born In IH.VJ during u Journey
her mother was taking with her bus- i
i baud to Venice To convey (he Infant !
| to church for baptism she was put In
a crystal basket, und the procession
I stalled, bended by the priest. The
\usirtan soldier* then occupying V> n
i-tin. thinking It was a procession with
i the relics of some salut, presen-e I
i arms, whereupon her father m la mod
What, an armed f«,tv*> tendering horn
ago to nty child' Mbs will have a £*<•
i rtuiis future ” Her lather and grand
; father were *«>in>dlans.
Miss Florence Mtone who Is playing
j leads this season baa long been knotsb
as furetnoat among the promising anti
j beautiful young Women of her «hosen
profession kites tltuAs, like so many
uf h*r am-woeful sisters In net, evinced
i a >onsbKiable latent and preside* u*m
tor the s'Mte at a very early age Her
parents wsr* opposed to her entering
tin a dramatn1 sorter hut with the per
•eversn-e twin of leal talent Mo*
i atvm« Anally overcame all parental ub
l
marked to his manager that this Oliver
Byron was a better actor than his fath
er. Being told that Mr. Byron was the
same actor be had seen sixteen years
ago he replied, “Well, then, he has
drunk of the fountain of youth, for l.n
looks younger now than he did then. ’
This same dropping of the midtile
name caused a writer in the Dramatic
Magazine to speak of Mr. Byron av
“Oliver Doud Byron, who died several
years ago."
Mamie Sheridan is one of tho.-e eou
brettts who, in every way, is entitled
"A
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