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a nors LOVES.
" When I lira big I will marry Kitty."
Hut Kitty slapped me nnil ran away,
And whllo I wept for myxelf. In pity
I tniulo up my mind 1 would marry Mny.
For May was gentle, and Mny was tender,
Vet lightly she nut my oiler by;
" I am engaged to Ueorglo Mender:
Perhaps I'll take you If ho should die."
By-and-by I met.Tonnle Hlutehell;
Jennie was thirteen and I was ten;
I used to carry nor books and sachet,
And Hindu up my mind to marry Jen.
Hut Jennie, hor reign was quickly over.
And Kate, my cousin, lieuamo my Pate;
I said, "I'll propose. Ilko a brave, true- lover,
As soon ns over 1 graduate"
Alas) when I took out my clean dlplonm,
The darling girl was about to start
On her wedding trip with young Will Do
Komii,
And noono know of my broken heart I
At one-and-twontv niraln I.ovo found inc.
'Hut the anirol luce mid tho meek blun even.
And tho threads of the goldou hair that loved
mo,
Wont lading back Into I'urndlsol
Hark I Into the houso T.u, Kate nnd Harry,
With shout and soumpor lroin school hnvo
come,
And a girl I never had mount to marry
Is wile and mother within my homo.
Mary Ainu? Dccre. in Vuittt'a Com jnmfmi.
STEP-MOTHER HUD STEP-
A Story of Love, Jealousy, Ha
tred, Uovenge and Heroic
Self-Saeriliee.
fly the Author of "flora Winnie," "A Hrtilae
of hove" "At War With llcrsrtf," "A
doUlcn Uiiwn," " Which Loved
lltm Hull" "A Rome In
Tlwnii." .lc, Ac.
CHAl'THIl II.
For ninny long yours tlio Christmas
Evo psirLy at Larehton Mere had boon a
most solemn institution. Sir Austen
believed in old times and in old cus
toms, and he loved Christmas with tho
simple love of a child. It was with a
heart full of emotion that he took his
place now at tho table which groaned
under its Christmas faro. To Ross it
was something now to soo a lady in tho
chair which had so long been vacant.
Lady Cumnor's magnificent blondo
beauty was shown to tho greatest ad
vantage to-night. Sho wore a dross of
rich black velvet, with a suite of superb
diamonds. Hor arms and nock woro
white as the driven snow, her golden
hair glistened in tho brilliant light, and
her face, proudly fair, was Hushed with
" beautiful color. Sho had small whito
teeth that shone liko pearls when sho
sniitad, eves as bluo and clear and cold
as the water of an Italian lake, and
curved lips that could bo sweet or
scornful, as sho pleased.
Sho was most fair and lovely; yot
Ross, as he watched hor with some curi
osity, said to himself that sho was not
tho kind of woman ho could love.
What was there about her that repelled
him? Hor fair, grand beauty and stately
grace wore perfect ; but thoro was
something that repelled him, something
in tho cold light of tho bluo eyes that
chilled him Stntclv grace, bland cour
tesy, refinement and tact distinguished
her ; but more than once he, watch
ing her, caught a gleam iu thoso bluo
eyes that was like a warning to him.
In those cold, bluo depths ho, to whom
nature had given keen shrewdness, read
deep passions, ungovernod pride, great
ambition, cool, calm power, and resist
less force of will all theso lie road
where oilier peoplo saw merely the
bright light in tho eyes of a beautiful
woman.
She did not often glance at him; but.
when she did, thoro was calm deter
mination in her oyes. From hor his
eyes wandered to his mothor' s distant
relative, aud they lingerod long on that
faeo. It lacked the brilliant beauty
that distinguished Lady Cumnor's;
but it had a Tovolhioss of its own. The
eyes were dark as night, clear, sweet,
and with a wondrous steadfast light in
their depth?. Her face was oval in con
tour, Spanish in typo clour brunette
beauty with a color that at time as
sumed the huo of a delicato rose-leaf,
and again was pale as a lily in tho sun
light. Her dark hair was arranged
in thick coils round a beautifully-shaped
head; and tho spark
ling grace and life that charac
terize all Spanish women shono con
spicuously in hor. From the palo
Spanish face, with its spiritual, poetical
expression, Itoss1 oyes wandered to tho
fresh beauty of Lady Viola Carlion, an
English girl, of whose nationality thoro
could bo no doubt.
Hers was a bright, beautiful face, a
blending of lily and rose, with oyes of
tho color of a purple heartsease, and
fair hair, which, without being golden,
seemed to have caught tho sunlight.
Sho was as fresh and fair as a rosebud,
straight and supplo as a young willow,
with an exquisite profile and a perfect
figure. Sho woro a white dross with
holly leaves and scarlet berries. Loam
Dynovor had a dress of trailing black
laco with goldou loaves. Othor fair
facos woro thoro; but those woro tho
three that interested Itoss. Cumnor
most.
Liko all tho dinners given at Larch
ton More, this was a grand success, and
Sir Austen's fa-'o brightoned ,ws ho
looked first on tho old friends ound
him, and then at his beautiful wife. He
kopt up tho loving old custom of the
wassail-bowl; and ho stood up, with
tears in his oyes and lovo and friend
ship warm in his heart, while ho drank
"A merry Christmas and a happy Now
Year!"
The whole party wont into tho brill-
inntly-lightod drawing-room, and thon
Lady Cumnor seemed to think it time
that sho spoke to her handsome step
son. Sho summoned hun to hor with
a graceful wave of hor fan; and Ro3S
went.
" We have hardly spoken to each
othor yot," said Lady Cumnor. " I
havo not had an opportunity of saying
anything to you. We woro later than
wo expected to bo in reaching homo."
" It must havo boon a fatiguing jour
noy for you," ho said.
ills voice was cold, and sho felt it. Tho
nearer ho caino to that cold, glittering
beauty of hers tho less he liuod hor.
Yot sho was a woman, and ho was al
ways chivalrous.
"It was not so very fatiguing," sho ro
pliod; "audi had before my oyes al
ways tho hopo of reaching homo."
Sho laid great stress upon tho last
word, as though sho wished to make him
understand that Larehton More was hor
home quite as much as Ids. 'Ho felt
this, lie understood tiio position with
out ono word, and passed it over. For
his father's sake, and because sho was a
woman, ho would do all ho could.
"1 hopo," ho said, "that you liko
Larehton More?"
"I havo not scon much of it. Tho
moon was shining brightly as wo drove
through tho park; and tho great mass
of building hing iu tho shadow looked
pioturosquo enough. I shall see moro
of it iu tho daylight to-morrow."
Ross gave ono glance round tho
magnificent drawing-room. "Surely,"
ho thought, "tho interior might ploaso
hor! Sho may havo boon accustomed
to luxury; but this must please hor."
"1 hopo," ho said, "that you will bo
pleased with Larehton Moro. The
house has always boon considered agood
one."
"It seems very fair," sho replied,
coldly. "Of course wo shall roquiro
alterations; but that ono expected."
"I do not quite see whv," ho said,
fatillly.
"Do you not? How strange! Why,
of course, when a houso has boon for
twenty years without a lad' at tho head
of it, thoro must of necessity bo much
to change and rearrange!"
The words stung him liko this lash of
a whip. Everything was just as his
beautiful young mothor had loft it.
His face darkened and his oyes flashed
scornfully.
"I did not know that a lady "was tho
head of a household," ho said. "I
thought it was tho husband who was tho
head."
"That is a mistako you will havo
to rectify," sho replied, with a little low
laugh-- Place mix dames' always."
How beautiful sho was! Her hair
shone liko gold, aud tho diamonds
Hashed from amongst it. He almost
wished as ho looked at hor that ho
could liko hor; but tho coldness and tho
glitter ropollod him.
"Havo you many nico noighborsP"
alio asked."
"Yes," replied Ross. "I think wo
aro very fortunate."
"Are those tho best?" she asked; and
thoro was percoptiblo on her faco tho
faintest suspicion of scorn.
Ho took firo in a moment; ho was
loyal to tho very core of his hoart
his father's homo-friends woro all sacred
to him.
"Tho best, most cortainly, and far
bottor thauyou would find as a rule. I
havo known them all from tho time 1
was a child."
"1 do not doubt it," sho replied; and
ho asked himsolf what thoro was in her
tone of voice that completely mad
dened him. It was neither satiro nor
insolence; yot thoro was a tingo of both
in it.
Sho looked at him with a sudden
gleam of laughtor in hor bluo oyes.
" What am I to call you?" sho asked.
" I did not know that i should find you
a grown-up man. Sir Austen litis al
ways spoken to mo of you as a boy."
"I shall always bo a boy to him,"
said Ross.
"Yes, I fancy so," ropliod Lady
Cumnor, with a peculiar smile. "What
shall I call you' Ross,' as Sir Auston
does?"
"If you will, it will bo best," ho
said; and his quick, ardent nature soft
ened to her. Since his mother's death,
so many yours before, few women's lips
had uttered his name, and tho sound of
it softened him.
"1 cannot oxpoct that you will call
mo ' mothor,' " sho roniarkod, with an
other soft rippling laugh.
His face darkened again.
"I remember my own mother," ho
said; "and I could novor givo that
name to another. I will call you ' Lady
Cumnor.' if that pleasos you."
" It matters little," sho returned, in
diftorently. " The only thing to which
I should seriously object is your calling
mo ' mothor' it would mako mo look
so absurdly old. What do you think of
your baby-brothor, Ross?"
Tho handsomo faco softonod into real
bounty as ho thought of tho rosebud
faco and tho tiny lingors. Ho would
havo spoken out his honest thoughts
and havo said something loving and
kind about tho child, but for a certain
gleam of triumph ho saw in hor oyes,
which ho could not endure.
"I shall bo hotter able to toll you
when I havo seen him again," ho re
plied. Sho soomod doterminod to pursuo tho
subject.
" It must sootn strange to you to havo
a brother," sho said; "you have been
quite a spoiled child."
"No; my father and I havo boon bot
tor friends and moro confidential than
tho generality of fathers and sons; but
I do not. think ho has spoiled mo at
all."
"You havo boon lord of Larehton
More in his absonco," siho continued,
"it will bo difficult, I should imagine,
to bo a good subject when you havo
been reigning monarch."
He had no time to answor, for Mrs.
Pitt came to bog that ho would sing for
them.
'Ho you sing?" said Lady Cumnor,
half scornfully.
"I will sing to you, Lady Viola," ho
said, as ho passod'her by; and Learn al
most envied tho words.
" In tho greenest growth of tho May-tlmo
I rodo whom tho woods wero wet,
Hetween tho dawn and the day-time
Tho spring was glad that wo mot.
" I waited to watoh you llnirer
With foot drawn baek from tho dew,
Till a suuboam, straight Ilko a tinner,
Struck sharp through tho leaves at you.
" And ii bird overhead sang, 'follow,'
And n bird to tho right sanir, 'Hero,
And tho arch of the leaves was hollow,
And tho moaning of .May was clear.
" I saw whore the sun's band pointed,
I know what tho bird's note said.
Hy tho dawn ami tho dew-fall anointed,
Von wero Queen by tho gold on your haul."
Even Lady Cumnor was silenced by
tho beauty of the song; aud thon Ross
asked his j'oung kinswoman if sho would
sing for them. Sho did so; but sho
wondered as sho sang if he lovod tho
girl who was "Queen by tho gold on
nor .head."
CIIAl'TUU ill.
It was a different voico this timo that
sounded through tho room, low and
rich, full of tears and veiled sighs a
voico that went straight to tho hoart.
Tho words woro clear and distinct, and
Ross listened to them with rapt atten
tion. " Oh. the young lovo was aweot, dear,
That dainty dream of ours).
When wo could not keep ourfoet, dear,
From dauolug through tho How its
" When hopes anil gay romances
Wore thick as leiivo In spring,
And euros woro old folk's fancies,
And Joy tho solid llilugl
" Of all youth's visions blest, dear,
Ot alt Its goldon dow'rs.
Oh, tho young lino was best, dear,
Thatdaiiity dream of otusl"
When the song camo to an end, thoro
was silence for some few seconds tho
groatest praise a singer can receive.
" Which song do you like best?" askod
Lady Cumnor of Ross.
" They aro both perfect in their way,"
ho answered "ono song full of bright
laughtor, tho other of smiles and tears.
Thoro can bo no preference, because
thoro is no comparison."
" What a fanciful name your kins
woman has," sho.said "Learn Dynovor!
I havo novor seen tho nnnio, oxeopt in
Tho Atonement of Loam Dundas. Sir
Auston tolls mo it was Major Dynovor's
wish: that ho was born nuur tho rivor
Loam, and would havo his child named
after it."
" I liko tho name; it is pretty .mid un
common. Looking at her to whom it
belongs, 1 think that no othor namo
could suit hor so well. See how, as hor
thoughts change, tho light changes, too.
on her face."
Lady Cumnor laughed; and thoro was
just a touch of scorn in hor laugh,
enough to send tho proud blood hotly to
his laco. How dared sho this goldon
haired, glittering woman laugh at ono
who was related to his dead mother?
Ho wont from hor; and, as ho crossed
tho room, Lady Viola Carlion spoko to
him.
" This is liko tho old Christmas Eves,"
sho said. "Last year, when Sir Auston
was from home, it seemed tdl a blank;
now it is as though the world had sud
denly awakoneil again." Sho looked
fair and Hushed as she toyed with her
fan. Sho did not raise her oyos to his
face as she went on:
"You have a new relative, Mr. Ross.
What a sudden change from living alone
hero! All at onco oil seem to havo quite
a largo household at tho moro. Did
you know anything of this cousin of
yours before?"
"In a very remote fashion," ho an
sworod. " I know that my mothor had
relatives in Spain; and in a very indefi
nite way I know that ono of them had
married an English officer, who distin
guished himself in tho Cat list war; but
I never hoard much of them Spain and
England aro so far apart."
' Do you liko hor?" askod Lady Viola;
and again tho beautiful oyos rested
anywhere oxeopt on him.
" Yes. What a lovely Southern faco
it is --a faco that suggests all beautiful
ideas! I think of the moonlight and
tho dew as 1 look at hor and hor oyos.
I have seen a color just like that in tho
deep waters of tho Black Tarn. 1 am
proud of my kinswoman."
Tho Hush deoponed in tho llowor-liko
faco, and aspasmof something liko pain
passed over tho smiling lips.
" You seem verv ready to adopt hor
as a relative. What is sho to you
really?"
" My mothor and Leant Dynovor's
mothor woro second cousins,'1 ho re
plied. "Learn would bo a third or
fourth cousin; not a very close relation
ship, is itP"
"No; and your father, Sir Auston,
has roally adopted her," sho continued
thoughtfully" that is, sho is to mako
hor homo horo so long as sho lives?"
" I should fancy so; though I havo
hardly seen my father, and wo havo not
exchanged many words on tho subject."
Sho longod to say more. Sho raised
her oyes to his face, and thov spoko
plainly as words. Sho longed from tho
depths ot her trunk, loving heart to say
to him:
" Will you liko her moro than you do
mo, Ross"? Will sho take my place in
your hoart? Is sho horo, with hor dark
eyes and Southorn faco, to win tho hoart
that I prize above all tho world?"
Sho wishod that ho could havo guess
ed hor thoughts; but tho words sho
uttered told naught of thorn.
"You will havo many now friends
now, Mr. Ross."
" They will not mako mo forgot tho
old ones," ho replied.
Tho girl's heart warmed to him. Sho
saw in tho future great changes for this
beloved ton who had hitherto been
mastor of Lavchton Moro, whoso will
and sway had boon undisputed. Sho
was a good judge of character for ono
so young; and sho saw that " my lady"
would disputo his authority and his
powor inch by inch- that tho proud,
Impetuous, noblo hoart would bo tor
tured as only woman can torture, and
that tho gallant, bravo young spirit
would bo stung and wounded. She
saw and understood what tho futuro
llfo of Sir Austen's son must bo if Sir
Auston lovod his wife; and sho pitlod
Ross.
" Lnrehton will bo quite a different
place," sho said, "with a lady at tho
head of the houso" and these words
from hor did not displease him iu the
least. "Will you liko it as woll, Mr.
Ross?"
Ho looked at hor thoughtfully.
"I cannot tell; but I think not," ho
ropliod. " My father and I woro very
happy togothor."
"Lady Cumnor is very beautiful."
" Yes; and my fat hor seems devoted
to her."
' Ah, Mr. Ross, thoro aro tho carol
singors! Hark, they aro singing the
old enroll" and sho looked utTiimwith
tho light of expectation in hor face. Ho
had always taken hor to tho groat west
ern window, outsido which tho carol
singers stood, and they had listened to
tho carols togothor; but on this Christ
mas Evo ho torgot tho old custom.
"I must toll Miss Dynovor about tho
carol-singors," ho said; aud he loft Lady
Viola Carlion alono wliilo ho went to
his kinswoman.
Loam stood talking to Sir Auston,
who smiled as his son camo up to
them.
"Miss Dynovor," said Ros"s, "I want
you to cotno with mo and hoar tho
carol-singors. Somo of tho carols they
sing aro beautiful ; they are hundreds of
years old."
"Ross," interposed Sir Auston, "as
you and Loam aro to bo brother and
sistor, do not call her 'Miss Dynovor ; '
it is too formal, (live hor hor own
bright namo of 'Learn. ' "
" 1 shall bo only too happy if sho
will allow mo. Lo'am, will you como
with mo aud listen to tho carol-singors?
Thoy form quite a picture standing out
there in tho snow.
Tho lovely Southern faco was raised
to his.
"1 should liko it very much," sho
said ; and ho noticed that her voico in
i speaking was as rich aud sweet as in
1 singing, full of sweot music that had a
touch of sadness iu it, as sweetest musiu
! always has.
1 hoy wont to tho western window
togothor, and Lady Viola followed
them with wistful oyos. Loam gave a
low ory of delight when Ross ilrow
aside tho heavy velvet curtains. Out
side lay tho whito snow, on which tho
moon was shining ; tho bare brunches
of tho trees woro fringed with snow,
and in tho midst of the snow-covorod
lawn was tho group of men singing of
tho happy festival that gladdens ovory
heart.
Thoso two had novor mot before ; yot
already, boforo thoy had oxohangod a
hundred words, thoro was something
between them that no words could ox
plain. Tho hoart of tho girl was
stirred as it had novor been boforo.
Tho kindly wolcomo of this handsomo
young kinsman, the kiss ho had im
pressed on her faco, tho clasp of his
hand aud tho music in his voico had
awakened something in her heart of
tho presonco of which she had hitherto
boon unaware. Sho could not havo
told how it was, but a subtle, sweot
change had como into her life. To bo
horo with him was liko a glimpse of
Paradise.
Tho spell was so strong", and it hold
hor so wholly, that hho (fid not caro to
break it, even by a word. She listened
to him, and over hor whole soul spread
a glad content that she did not under
stand. Tho low cry that camo from
her lips was not all of delight at tho
scenery ; yot that was fair enough.
Her oyes lingerod on tho dark trees,
tho pioturosqtio figures of tho carol
singors, tho pure whito snow, and,
overhead, the glittering stars and the
clear bright moon.
" You would not soo a landscape liko
that out of England," sho said. "How
beautiful it is! It lies boforo us liko a
picture. I think all tho glorios of trop
ical kinds, all the sunlit splendors,
fado iflto insignificance boforo the whito
beauty and purity of tho snow.
"Havo you fivod long in Spain,
Loam?" ho askod.
"No. I was thoro long enough to
form a child's impression of a laud
splendid with How ers and sunlight. I
havo a vivid recollection of tho colors
of the llowers and tho bluo of tho sky.
When 1 dream of Spain it is always a
vista of llowers and light. I camo with
my mothor to England whon my father
died. I was only ten years old; and for
tho last eight years wo lived horo so
happily, my mother and I."
"Thon vou aro eighteen. Loam." ho
said, gently. " How sad to bo mother-'
loss so young!"
"I novor think myself motherless,"
sho ropliod. "Perhaps you will say I
am superstitious; pooplo in the South
aro far moro so than you colder, calm
er Northerners. I am superstitious; for
my mother, though dead, still lives for
mb. Sho is never out of my mind; and,
whatever I do, my first thought is
whether it will ploaso hor. If it bo all
an illusion 1 should not liko it broken."
"I cannot tell whether it is or not,"
said Ross; " I havo never thought
much about such things, Loam. I
should say and I roally do not know
whether I am right or wrong -that any
belief that made life purer und bottor
was right; should not you?"
"That is too wide a question to dis
cuss idly just now," ropliod Loam,
smiling. " Koss, who is that beautiful
Lady Viola Carlion?"
TO HE CONTINUKU.l
HUMOROUS.
Tho Lowell Citizen has disoovorod
that "L. S.," printed aftor tho signa
tures on the blanks of legal documents
means "Lick tho Soul."
"What is lovo?" asks an oxchnngo.
Lovo, my frlond, is thinking that you
and tho girl can be an eternal pic-nio to
each other. Salem Sunbeam.
" Fruit oaton at night is banoful."
This Is ono of thoso wiso axioms proved
to bo true by Adam. His trouble was
oausod by oatlng an applo aftor Evo.
lloslon 'J ransennt.
"Thou rainost on my bosom,"
sung tho Earth to tho April showers.
"Oh, dry up!" growlod the Sun, as ho
shono out from behind tho clouds. No
music iu his Sol.
Wo supposo that a groat bort, in
good health can bo called an artesian
woll. A man is seasonably dressed
when ho is clothed in a "poppornnd
salt" suit. Boston Courier.
Several brothers recently got Into a
quarrel over a plo, and tho littlest ono
ielt loss kindly toward tho biggest, who
took his part, 'than ho did toward auy
of tho others. Boston l$t.
Six months ngoamlddlo-agcdman,
a former resident of Gospor Swamp,
had to borrow monoy to buy a burro to
go to Santa Carrina Mountains pros
pecting. Ho sold, tho othor day, n
mine for 10,000, and has bottor mines
still for salo. Arizona Paper. Six
months ago a Chicago man had to bor
row money to go to Loadvillo. Ho
sont the other day for moro monoy to
como homo with. Chicago Tribune.
Jones says that thoro is ono thing
about which no and his wife can never
agree. When ho says u woman is
homely, Mrs. J. always sees Homothing
interesting about hor; and when ho
speaks of another as pretty, his holp
mato will inevitably doclaro that she is
positively ugly, or at least remark that
sho cannot for her part see where peo
ple's oyes are. Greater philosophers
than Jones havo pondered over this
same problem during their whole lives,
nnd died at last, leaving it unsolvod.
Boston Transcript.
llEMMOUS AND EDUCATIONAL.
Tho itinorant ministry of tho Meth
odist Church received over 700 preach
ers during 1880.
Hov. G. W. Yancoy, of Louisville,
favors sensational sermons, for ho says
a sermon to bo worth anything must bo
sensational.
Tho 5th of August has boon sot
aside by tho Methodists as a day of
prayer especially designed to prospor
their Ecumouical Conference.
The University of Dos Moinos, la.,
a Baptist institution, has boon reorgan
ized, thoro being an entire change of
tho faculty. David F. Call is the now
President, and ho will also dischargo
tho duties of tho Professor of Matho
matics and Social Science.
In tho midsummer term of tho
"School of Philosophy," at Concord,
President Porter, of Yalo, aud Presi
dent McCosh, of Prinooton, will deliver
lectures this year. Ralph Waldo Em
erson has promised to read a paper on
Carlylo, if his health will permit.
Thoro aro at present G,!)79 schools
in Austria without teachers. Over -1,780
places havo boon temporarily filled
with individuals who havo received no
suitable training; and 1,606 schools had
to bo closed altogether, as oven thoso
untrained indivitlutds aro beginning to
become scarce.
Brother Harrison, known as tho
" boy preacher," has concluded a re
vival season at Moridon, Conn., during
which he has induced about ono thou
sand ono hundrod( porsons to profess
conversion. A book containing tho
lifo of this brother has recently boon
written by an evangelist named Davies,
who says in his preface that ho has
submitted tho pagos to tho young man
in order to bo certain as to tho correct
ness of the statements mudo in them.
Theso statements comprise somo of tho
most wonderful religious exploits over
recorded.
Artciuus Ward as a Hoy.
Watorford, Mo., is full of recollec
tions of Charles Biown's boyish pranks,
and his fellow-townsmen take prido in
relating them, though timo was whon
thoy caused not a little ominous shak
ing of thpoldor heads, bringing foith
repeatedly tho prediction that ho
would never como to any good. Ono
of his earliest exploits was tho organ
izing of a circus that moral institu
tion dear to tho hoart of tho small boy.
Dressed in ono of his mother's gowns,
his head ornamented with her best
bonnet, tho futuro "genial showman"
acted as clown, ring-master and man-agor-in-chiof,
with his villago cronies
as assistants. His father's red cow,
covoroil with bkmkots and providod
with a stuffed cout-slecvo for a trunk,
served as tho elephant, and by long
and careful training was brought into
tho ways of the circus trick-mulo. Tho
occasion of all others was tho initiating
of somo country greonhom into the
mystories of tho "show bMslnoss," by
permitting him to ride tho elephant.
Whon such a youth was found and
brought in, ho was placed on tho back
of tho animal with groat coromony, to
bo as surely tossed "sky high." Upon
this, Charles would express tho great
est surpriso that tho elephant sliould
act so, and would commiserato tho
poor victim with much concern.
(Charles continued all his lifo a friend
and patron of tho circus.) Scribncr's
Monthly.
Prof. Grimmer says that within the
noxt ten years this country is to loso,
15,000,000 inhabitants by epidemic