THE RED CLOUD CHIEF, FRIDAY, AUGUST 6 1897.
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CHAPTER XI. (CoKTiMiKiO
; Caussldlere Btarted In surprise; lie
RjWas not accustomed to such plain
ispsaicing.
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KYet tmrbleu! thev ccounato not un
it favorably with those of pluus Seot-
Ktkhd!"
fiThls rebuff rather disconcerted the
Imam spoken lady, who turned up tne
ath lniDatlcntlv. whl e the Fteneii-
JBan shrugged IiIb shoulders and looked
yoftlly Indignant. Marjorle, who had
iWitchod the preceding parfBBO at nrms
'.!1Hi ur llllli. nnvlnlv nnt tltlltl! follow-
Si ine conversation, bhuhvu hhjmui
;ly at Caussldlere.
Don't mind MIbb Hetherlngton," she
,buid, when the lady wan out of lioar-
I . I. . . .1.... .!.... it il lm.1...
llng. "What Mr. Lorraine nays in nul
ls' true; her bark's waur than her bite,
and she means no offense."
til'Who Is she. my child? Oh. I re-
er, the eccentric old lady whom
V lslted yesterday."
Horlo nodded; and at that mo
ment Mr. Lorraine came down the path,
followed by Solomon, and met Mls3
etherlngton, who began talking to
Im vehemently.
)"She la not very polite," muttered
laussldlerc: "and nee, she Is already
busing me to your guardian."
He held out his hand.
"Good-bye! 1 shall see you, perhaps,
ter In the day."
"Perhaps. Oh, monsieur, you are not
ffended ?"
"Not at all," replied Caussldlere,
ouch the look with which no le-
arded his late antagonist rather he
ed his words. "I forgive her for your
ake, my child!"
Marjorle did not go to church again
hat day. She had a headaclio ami
ept her room. It was altogetlier a
loomy afternoon. Mr. I-orralue, se-
retlv troubled In hla mind, had dlfll-
ulty In concentrating h! thoughts on
Is religious duties, and bolomon prc-
ierved an Invincible taciturnity. So
he day passed away, and evening
ame.
.3'hero was no evening service, for
7? t ..,.i..K ..-no inn Inflrin to romlllct
three services In one day. After a dis-
jmal tea, to which Marjorle came down,
$'2 -minister sat reading a volume of
'mons, and presently Marjorlo left
fV room, put on her hat, and strolled
6'rrto the garden.
It was a beautiful evening, ana tne
moon was rising over the far-off hills'.
With her head still aching wearily, the
girl wandered out upon the road and
into the churchyard. She cicpt clo3e
"to the western wall and looked for a
long time at one of tho tombstones.
Then, sighing deeply, she came out
and strolled up the village.
Tho bright weather and the fresh air
enticed her on and on tfll she came
,to tho rural bridge above the Annan
Water.
All was still and peaceful; not a
found, not n breath disturbed tho Sab
bath silence. She leaned over the stono
parapet and looked sadly down.
Her thoughts were wandering far
away Mowing, nowing wr.u uiu ...... -
Tnnrinir stream. She had fnllen Into a
'wakiag dream, when sho heard a foot
step behind her. Sho started and ut
tered a low cry as she saw a dark flg
ure approaching In the moonlight.
CHAPTER XII.
HE figure advanced
rapidly, and In a
moment Marjorlo
recognized her tu
tor. "Monsieur Caus
sldlere! " she cried.
Yes," returned
the French man
quietly, "it Is I!"
p& "no iook iier
nanu in his, aim
found It cold and trembling.
i "I have frightened you," he said.
"Yes, monsieur; I waa startled oo
cawae I did not hear you coming, and I
eftmed to bo far away."
Sho seemed strangely sad and pre
occupied tonight. After tho French
man had Joined her she relapsed Into
her former dream; she folded her arms
upon tho bridge again, and fixed her
tad eyes upon the flowing river. Caus
sldlere, partaking of tho mood, looked
downward, too.
"You love the water, Marjorle?"
"Yea; It la my kith and kin."
"You have been here for hours, navo
you not? I sought you at the manse
In vain."
"I was not here, monsieur. I was In
kha kli'kyard among the graves."
"Among the graves?" returned tho
Frenchman, looking anxiously at her.
'A stiange place for you to wander In,
my child! It is only when wo have
seen trouble and lost friends that wo
1 uelc such places. For me it would be
luting, perhaps, but for you It la dif
ferent. You nre so young and should
bo so happy."
"Ah, yes!" sighed Marjorle. "I am
tiappy enough.,"
"And yet you sadden tho days that
should bo tho brightest by wandering
near tho dead. Why did you go to tho
-hurchjard, llttlo one?"
'Why, monsieur? To see ray tnoth
jB grave."
"Your moturra grave i tnougnt
jyou did not know your mother?"
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"They Bay - was my motner," re-
PRES8 ASSOCIATION.,
turned Marjorle, quickly. "Sho was
found drowned In Annan Water was
It not dreadful, monsieur? and sho
was burled yonder In the klrkyard
when 1 was a little child."
"And you think sho waa your moth
er?" "They say so, monsieur, but I do not
think It is true."
"No?"
"I have gone to her grave and stayed
by It, and tried to think they nre right,
but I cannot I aye come away as 1
did tonight and look nt Annan Water,
and feel It moro my kin."
"Marjorle!"
"Yes, monsieur!"
"I fancy you nre right, child; per
haps your mother lives."
"Ah, you think that?"
"More; she Is perhaps watching over
you, though she cannot speak. She
may reveal herself some day."
"You believe bo, monsieur?" repeated
Marjorle, her face brightening with
Joy.
"It la very probable, my child. You
are not of the canaille, Marjorle. When
I first saw you I knew that; then I
heard your Btory, and It Interested me.
I thought, 'We are strangely alike we
are like two of a country cast adrift In
a foreign land, but our destinies seem
to be one. She Is exiled from her kin
dred; I am exiled from my home. She
Iihb a kindly heart and will understand
me; we must be friends, Marjorle, will
we not?"
He held out his hand, and the girl
took it.
"You are very good, monsieur," ihe
answered simply.
"Then you must treat me as n friend,
indeed, little one!" he answered. "I
will take no money for your lessons. It
Is a pleasure for me to teach you, aud
and Mr. Iorralnc is not rich."
"Mr. Lorraine?" said Marjorle, open
ing her blue eyes; "it is not Mr. Lor
raine who pays for my schooling, but
Miss Hetherlngton."
"Is that so?"
"Yes; that Is so. Mr. Lorraine did
not wish to have me taught beyond my
station; but Miss Hetherlngton said I
must lern."
Caussldlere seemed to reflect pro
foundly. "Miss Hetherlngton Is a philanthrop
ic ludy, then?"
"Do you think so, monsieur?"
"Do not you think so, Marjorle, since
she Is universally kind and generous?"
"Ah," returned Marjorle, "I do not
think she Is always generous, mon
sieur; but she is very kind to me. Why
she has almost kept me ever since I
was a child."
To this the Frenchman did not reply;
he seemed somewhat disturbed; he lit
a cigar and watched Marjorlo through
the clouds of smoke. Presently the
clock In tho church tower struck the
hour, and Marjorle started.
"1 must be walking home," she said.
Sho began to movo across the bridge,
tho Frenchman keeping beside her.
They walked steadily onward, and
now they reached the door of the Inn.
Marjorlo paused and held forth her
hand.
"Good-night, monsieur," she said.
"Good-night! shall I not walk with
ou to the manse, little one?"
Marjorle shook her head.
"I would rather walk there alone."
Tho Frenchman shrugged his shoul
ders. "Kh hlen! since you wish It I will
think you ar right. Good-night, my
little friend, and au revolr."
Ho took tho hand which she had ex
tended toward him, raised it toward
his lips, then patted it as If be had been
patting the fingers of a child; It waa
this air of fatherly friendliness which
made her trust him, and which won for
him all tho sympathy of her affeetluu
ate heart.
When CauBsldlero Imprinted a kiss
upon her hand sho neither blushed nor
drew It away, but sho said softly:
"Good ulght, monsieur, God bless
you!" nt which tho Frenchman kissed
her hand again, then, turning quickly,
entered the Inn.
Marjorle turned, too, feeling her kind
llttlo heart overflowing, and walkod
away down tho moonlit rond. She had
not gone many steps when she waa
abruptly Joined by a mnn. She did not
start nor seem surprised; Indeed,
while sho wus parting with the French
man she had seen John Sutherland
watching her from the opposite side of
the road.
"Good-evening, Johnnie," said Mar
jorle, quietly. "Why did you not come
forward to speak to Monsieur Caussl
dlere?" The young man started, but made no
answer,
"Johnnie, what is wrong?" she asked.
He paused, and looked at her.
"Marjorle," ho said, "tell me what
you were doing with that man?"
It waa no time for hla reproacnea;
her whole aoul roao In revolt.
"With that man?" she repeated, an
grily. "Do you mean with Monsieur
Caussldlere?"
"Yes, with that villainous French
man," ho returned, driven recklessly
onward by his anger. "Why are you
always In his company, Marjorlo An
nan?" Marjorlo drew horsolf proudly up.
Had the Frenchman seen her then, ho
would hnvo little doubt as to the stock
vrhenco she enrae.
"I am In hla company because I am
hla friend," she answered, proudly.
"Yea, hla frlond; nud aa hla friend I
will not hear him lnaultfd. Good
night." Sho walked quickly away, but In a
moment ho was again beside her.
"Marjorle, will you not listen to
me?"
"No, I will not." returned the girl,
angrily. "Whatever you have to say
against Monsieur Caussldlere you shall
not say to me. He was right; you
are all against him, and you nre thy
worst of all. Do you think It Is Just or
kind to abuse a man simply because
he Is a stranger and unfortunate? What
Iihs Monsieur Caussldlere ever done to
you that you should dislike him so
much?"
The young man stared at her flushed
cheeks and angry eyes; then he ex
claimed: "Marjorle, answer me! Tell me it's
not possible, that you care for yon
man?"
Sho flushed crimson and turned
away.
"I care for anyone," she answered,
evasively, "who lu alone and who
wants n friend. Moiibleur Cnusrldlorc
has been very kind to me and I am
sorry for him."
"You arc more thnn that, Marjorlo
but take tare, for I know he Is a fcoun
drel." "How darn you Hay o?" returned
Marjorle. "You are n coward, Johnnie
Sutherland. If he were here you would
not speak like that."
"1 would Bay the Bumc. to him as to
you. If he were not a Bcoundred he
would not entice you from your home."
Thla was too much for Marjorle. She
uttered an Indignant exclamation, and,
without deigning to reply, hastened
rapidly away. This time he did not
hasten after her; and almost before he
could recover from his surprise she had
eutered the inanBe door.
CHAPTER XIII.
FTER the scone
with Marjorle on
Sunday sight, Suth
erland was In a
state of despair; for
two days he walked
about In misery; on
the third day hla
resolution waa fixed
and he determined
to act. He went up
to the Castlo and
sought an Interview with MJss Heth
erlngton, to whom he told of the scene
which he had had with Marjorle, of her
anger against himself, and of her con
stant meetings with the stranger. Mlas
IIthcrlugton listened with averted
head, aud laughed grimly when he had
done.
"I Bee how It Is," she sal " 'tis the
old tale; twa lads nnd a lassie. But I
dluna like the French man, Johnnlo,
no more than yourself. I'll speak
with Mr. Lorraine; maybe 'tis his work
to keep the balrnle right, though he
does his work 111, I'm thinking. You're
a good lad, Johnnie, and as to Marjorlo,
she's a short-sighted cedict not to aeo
wha's her friend."
She spoko lightly and cheerfully; tut
tho moment Sutherland disappeared
both her faco nnd manner changed.
"The lad was right," she Bald. "Love
lias'nuule him keen sighted, and he has
told me the truth. Marjorle la in dan
ger. Now la the time when she needs
tho care o kind folk to keep her frao
the one falso step that ruins all. Mar
jorje Annan, what shall I do for you,
my bairn?"
Sho stood for n tlmo meditating;
then she looked nt her watch aud found
it waa Btlll early In the day; she sum
moned her old servant, ordered her car
riage, and a-quarter of an hour later
was driving away toward the town of
Dumfries.
Hardly had sho left when the French
man canio to the castle, and, by dint of
bilblng the old serving man, Sandy
Sloan, with a golden sovereign, was
permitted to view the different rooms.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
RARE WORKS OF ART.
Trimiurra of the Gonconrt Hrothara
Urine CI rot 1'rlrM.
All tho great pictures in the Gon
conrt collection have now been sold at
the Hotel Drouot and have realized
696,000 franca, or 27,840, says a Paris
letter. It la to be noted that the broth
era Goncourt, as related In the famous
diary, often pinched themselves In or
der to purchase pictures and art ob
jects for their collection. They would
undoubtedly be surprised If they were
alive to read tho prlceB obtained at the
recent sale for old drawings and en
gravings which thy picked up years
ago on the Paris quayB and eUewhcro
for a few gold or silver pieces. They
wcro keen dilettanti and knew good
worka of art when they saw them, but
they could hardly have realized that n
sketch by the younger Moreau, for
which thoy paid about a dollar, would
be purchased years afterwards for hun
dreda of dollara. There Is now every
prospect that the Goncourt academy
may becomo an accomplished fact, and
that the literary legatees, as well as tho
poor relations, may receive something
worth having out of the estate. When
Edmond do Gouncourt died It was con
fidently asaertt ' by many that his
rtlstic collectlosa would not realize
8,009, whereas bj k-lctuvu asd n
gravings alone have already bought la
more than treble that amount.
Only Little I'rriuuture.
"I can't hear a suit that Isn't pend
ing," said a Judge to a young lawyer
who was seeking advice.
"I know it Isn't pending," replied the
ycung man, In some confusion, "but It
Is about to pend." The Green Bug.
The Indian population of the Domin
ion of Canada Is said to bo 122,000, of
whom about 38,000 are Roman Catho
lics, and the same number Protestants.
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HER OITOKTUNITY.
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Jp'f. I portunlth
I K0tl'" BU
fljrc:' JjU Chubb.
does seem as It
get any op'
portunltles to do
Buld Charity
Elder Dallcy lift
ed his mild eyes
over tho rims of
his Fllvcr specta
cles for It was lu
the "Evening Moot
V
ing" thnt MIhs
Chubb had ventured to apeak forth
these her Impulsions and viewed her
troubled countenance between the
fenthers of Mr3. Dixon's hat, and the
strnlght, white bristles of old Mr.
Moss's close-shaved head.
"Opportunities mo pretty aure to
come to us nil, Sister Chubb." said he.
"If, only wo can posn- our mhiIs In pa-
tlence." ,
Charity Chubb shook her bead. Hor i
life waH so totally different from that
of tho others who came, every Wed-
ncsday night, to relate their expert- '
once In evening meeting. To her there
seemed no chnnrc for aplf-denlnl, for i
forgiveness, for nil the golden virtues I
in nre s jeweicnse. sue was a poor lit
tle tradeswoman who stood all day
long behind her -ountor, dealing out
spools of cotton, penny-worths of taffy.
yards of flannel and loaves of broad,
and In tho times when her sould longed
for the heroic nnd Rolf-sacrlflclng It
seemed ns If the wooden nhutters of
tho llttlo shop Into which you stum
bled down three steps, and which al
ways atnclt moldy, wnrdod off all pos
sible chance. She sighed softly nt the
elder's wordB.
"I 'don't go anywhere to fcc peopW
snld she, "and I've no means to send
help to tho missions."
"The mlBBlons of home are around
us all tho time," said Elder Dalley.
"I never come across 'em," said Ml its
Chubb.
"All In good tlme-nll In good time,"
said tho old mnn, serenely. "Remember
Sister Chubb, that 'they also Korve who
only stand and wait!'"
So Charity Chubb went home some
what soothed and mollified In spirit.
Sho was a plain, conrse-fcaturcd.
good-hearted woman, whose soul
reached upwnrd as a Illy leans toward
the sun, nnd who, cramped and fettered
by the power of circumstance though
sho might be, was not so far from tho
kingdom of heaven ns ninny another
one. And when, the next morning, sho
entered her shop and took her stand
behind tho counter, where the smell of
new cheese and tallow randies, ming
led with thnt of kerosene oil, packets
of luclfer mntchen and hanks of stock
ing yarn, sho opened tho big dny-book
with a .cheerful countennnce, and
thought to herself: "Perhaps tho op
portunity mny be nearer thnn I think!"
Uut everything went on In the same
old routine. Grand'thcr Jones hobbled
In for n clay plpo Just as usual. Mrs.
Hlgglna'8 little red-haired girl came
for the regular pint of kerosene, with
tho change short ono penny, as It al
ways waa. Mra. Dlxey stopped to gos
sip on her way to the "placo"whcre she
waa to wash that day, and Mrs. Hopper
looked nt glnghnm and bought calico
Instead. Billy Butts purchnsed n sheet
of paper, an envelope nnd n postage
stamp, and old Mrs. Mlggles bewailed
herself because snuff had gone up hnlf
a cent on an ounce, nnd tho sun rose
hot and high Into the heavens, nnd the
reaesa
j Tii1. --jw n
"HEAVEN BLESS YOU."
Air of Lamb Court became Intolerably
closo and tho sound of wheels Beemed
to grind Into Miss Charity Chubb'a
very brain!
When a tall, untldy-loklng girl, with
tho air of ono who tins grown beyond
her strength, came In with a shawl
wrapped about her head and a ragged
splint basket in her hand, and aaked
for a quarter of a pound of starch.
And ns Miss Charity Chubb stooped to
tho tin cannlstcr whero sho kept tho
pearly crystals, sho saw tho girl hur
liedly secreto under her faded shawl
ono of tho reddish-brown cards of gln-ger-brcad
which wcro plied on tho
counter, fresh from tho bayera" basket.
All in an instant, as It wcro, Miss
Charity's first lmpulso was to ct.ll out
to tho fat policeman, whoso figure,
slowly promenndlng past, cast n shad
ow on tho blind oven nt that moment,
but a glanco at tho girl's ralo, scared
faco and thin checks decided her to
tho contrary.
"It's theft, sure enough," snld sho to
herself, "but then thero'a dlfforont
kinds of thieves, wo all know."
And sho purposely delayed wrapping
Up the package of starch until the va
rious customers In tho store had conio
and gone, nnd the girl herself began to
evince sotno restlessness,
"My stop-mother will bt waiting,"
eald sho, impatiently biting tho end of
a long, looso curl which hung over her
shoulder. "And there's a denl to do at
homo!"
"Walt n hit," said Miss Chubb, tying
the string of tho parcel In a slow, elab
orate bow. "You nro Myra Gates, sro
you not? tho girl In tho second Btory
of Blossom's house?"
"Yea," tho customer nnawored, defi
antly. "Your stopmother'fl a widow, Isn't
sho with a lot of llttlo children and
not much moaua to provide for thnm?"
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"Everybody known that," Bald Myra,
almost petulantly.
"And there's one llttlo lad pining
with hip disease?"
"Yes."
Myra Gates's largo, dnrlt eyes had
softened some In their light.
"I Biippose," snld Miss Chubb, her
eyes llxed keenly on tho customer,
"that ho don't got many little dainties,
such ns ailing ehtldien like. I'll Just
im'. up n bunch or raisins and n (1g or
co lor him and one of those fresh cards
of glnperlnead.'
In tho same moment Myra Gates
flung back her shawl and threw the
purloined cake on tho counter once
again.
"I took It on the sly," said she. with
a great sob In her voice. "Yes, 1 stole
It. And I won't deny It! But It was
for poor llttlo Larry that never tastes
anything but bread from ono week's
end to nnother poor dear."
"Didn't you know It was wrong?"
inld Miss Charity Chubb, mildly.
"Yes-but It was for Larry."
"Are you so very poor?"
"We ore starving," said Hyra. "My
mother can't get wash but a day now
nnd then, and tho Arm that employed
me failed a week ago Monday last, and
all we have to live on Is Tlmmy'H dol
lar n week that ho gets In n store down
town for hwteplng out and running cr
icnd'." "Did you ever take nnytblng with
out lenvo before?" said Miss Charity.
"No!" cried Myra Gates. "And.
Heaven helping me, I never will
ngaln."
"Look here. Myra," said tho llttlo
shopkeeper, laying a gentle hnnd on
the girl's tattered sleeve. "I believe you
never have broken God's laws before,
and I have faith that you never will
again."
"Thank you, Miss Chubb," snld poor
Myra, almost Innudably.
"I need a girl to help mo hero In the
store," added Charity. "I am getf.ng
old and not so spry na I once was. If
you've a mind to come nnd try tho
place, I'll give you fifty rents n day nt
first nnd more If I find that you are
reliable and can enrn It."
"Oh, Miss Chubb after after what
I did today?"
"We're none of us perfect, child,"
said Miss Charity, shortly, "and tho
Lord knows what would beenmo of us
If He wasn't alwnys giving us a chnnco
to try again. Go homo nnd tell your
ptepmother, nnd then rome back to
morrow morning."
Myra Gntca obeyed, but as she
walked out she stooped hurriedly and
prrsEcd her lips to the llttlo shop wom
an's brown hand.
"Heaven bless you!" pho whispered.
"I think you hnvo Bavcd me."
Miss Charity looked after the girl's
letrrntlng form.
"1 suppose people would say I was
running a risk," she thought, "but It
was my opportunity, and I could nnt
let It go by."
Myra Gates camo early the next day
her thick, dark tresses ncaMy brushed
and braided, her dress mended, and
Ironed, her fa e alight with a new hope.
"Are you glad to como?" asked the
3plnstcr, noting the expression of her
eye&.
"Oh," cried Myra, "you don't know
what a life I lead nt home with my
stepmother! If It wnsn't for llttlo Lar
ry, I nlmost think I should have com
mitted sulrldo long ago."
Perhaps tho world would havo been
quite Justified In saying that Miss Char
ity Chubb did an Indiscreet thing In
taking Wilbur Gates's orphan daugh
ter 'nto her store, but tho results woro
most favorable. At tho year's end My
ra hnd becomo Indispensable to her a
qu!ok, loving young assistant, who
watched her with eyes of true affection,
nnd who made tho Interests of her em
ployer her own. And, what was bet
ter still, sho had saved Myra from the
Slough of Despond Into which she had
boon slowly sinking, nlmost uncon
sciously to herself.
"Elder Dalley was rlght'MlssChuhb
thought. "Opportunities como to all of
us, if wo can only wait patiently enough
nnd mlno wns pent to mo at last!"
The Now York Ledger.
A GOOD APPETITE.
How frequently we sear the remark
made, wnen a person's Indisposition
is spoken of: "Oh, be can't havo much
the matter with him. Ho eats well
and, therefore, he muBt bo all right."
As a matter of fact, although a good
appetite Is sometimes considered as
a test of tho state of the health, It la
not an invariable teat, for often thoso
w1m are serloualy 111 havo good appe
tites. This is the caso with many
consumptives and others, but a per
bon with a bad appetite Is not in good
health there Is something wrong with
him.
Appetite and hunger arc generally
died synonymously, but hunger la moro
thnn appetite; It la imperious, but la
allayed after eating. What is tho best
thing to do when tho appetlto wanes?
The usual remedy la a tonic, some
times, wo fear, It takes the Bhnpo of too
frequent "nips" of gin nnd bitters, sher
ry and bitters, or Bomo other com
pound. For a want of appetlto the real
remedies needed nro often rest and
lcep,together with fresh nlr. Overwork
when fccblo la a cause of Iosb of up
retlte. A chanpo of food Is a good remedy,
Eometlmes tho regimen has not been
varied enough, nnd the syntcm be
comes over-burdened with ono kind of
material and another kind is dullclont.
An entlro clinngo of food' mny work
v( ndcrs. A change of Ecane, of thought
and of environment aro some of the
best meaus to restore a jaded appetite
for 'food. Out door exercise, work,
tca-bathlug all these havo a good ef
fect, nnd promote thojc changes In tho
body which make a domand for food
imperative. rhr.se remedies aio all
natural ones, mid If rightly used can
do no harm.
ENGLISH NIOHTINOALE9
Thry Are Not Hhy mill Tholr Nort ft
Nut Itmertnl for the Night.
The nightingale does not Hlng every
where, yet It Is tho greatest mlstak
to consider the bird shy ns to Imagine
Its song Is chiefly reserved for the!
night. He will sing continually from;
ono of the oaks bordering tho wayside'
while the village folks pass nud re-i
pass. The village couples must Testl
til on tho footslde or linger to llstoni
benenth the very tree on which tli9!
bird la Uatloucd. Still the till bur
den of melody goes on unchecked,
without pauso or Intcrmlhslon. And
what a glorious outburst It Is! What
a perfect cascade of trills nnd shakes
ami MMiil-qulvcrsI Suddenly It Is
pleicd by .. sluglo note thnt shivers
In the ear; then comes the wondrous
water bubble, to bo followed by u de
licious warble, long drawn nnd soft ns
ruild bo breathed from tho richest
llrte. Another prolonged trill, nnd
then a far-off found that nlmost seems
to come from another songster half a
tulle away, Forvcs to throw Into relief
the puss I on a to tremolo Ifsulng from
the same tluy throat; and nil the tlmo
tho wings nre quivering with exclto
iiipnt, and the whole copplco seems to
vibrate. The song Is, Indeed, n wholo
orchestra of bird music. Expressive
of every shade of ecstasy, wo nro at
times startled by a succession of doop,
plaintive tones that thrill llko sobs.
No wonder the nightingale's singing
HPiison Is brief six weeks only of tho
entlro year. Nay, It Is doubtful wheth
er any Individual bird sings for so
long a period. The redwing, another
flue singer, Is n similar Instance of tho
limited period of song, its voice In
this country la conflned to two notes,
nnd these by no means musical. Yet
the redwing Is tho nightlngnlo of Nor
way, to which land ho returns for
liMedlug purposes each succeeding
April. So with our nightingale. From'
the day the eggs nre hatched ho be
comes gradually silent, until of tho
marvelous voice that stirred n nillo of
woodland, naught Is hoard save a dis
mal croak hardly to be distinguished
from the coarse cry of the bullfrog.
St. James Gazette.
HOW LONG SHOULD WESLEEP.
Tho popular belief that men of ex
traordinary mental activity are, as n
rule, light sleepers Is not justified by
fnctB, for the Idler and tho plcasuro
Boekers often seem to sleep longer aud
moro enplly than tho laborious braln
workors. The only safe guide In de
termining the question of the proper
amount of sleep Is undoubtedly ex
perience. If good health nnd full In
tellectual efficiency can bo preserved
by six hours' sleep, there seems no
motive for making effort, probably
destined to failure, to sleep eight
hours.
Care, however, sliotnn no exorcised
that short sleep has not been tho re
sult merely of a long continued bad
habit, aud that every opportunity Is
afforded to the organism to procure
that amount of sleep that Beems adapt
ed to It. Hence moderately early
hours and quiet freedom from sources
of disturbance nro necessary, and for
a prolonged period, before wo ran
feel Btiro that tho amount of sleep
thnt seems natural to us is so in real
Ity.
Eight hours has been fixed by gen
eral consent as tho happy mean, nnd
we hnvo no objection to offer to It, al
though It Is perhaps rather a liberal
allowance for ndults in robiut health.
The young and tho ailing might with
ndvantngo take more, nnd Indeed can
hardly havo too much of so excellent
a tonic nnd restorative as sleep. Ra
tional treatment of sleeplessness, apart
from such causes of insomnia a3 sor
row or harrowing anxiety, can t'o
much. The condition of bed and bed
room should be inquired Into and
modified as conmon-aenBo rules may
dictate.
The occupations of the sufferer both
during tho day and moro especially
during the hour immediately pieced
Ing bedtime should bo carefully In
quired Into. Thero Is a consensus of
opinion that the bad sleeper should
break off his dally routine somo tlmo
beforo tho hour of retiring to rent,
that ho should try tho distracting in
flucnco of conversation, a stroll, a nov
el, or a cigar, and .that every effort
should be made to prevent the over
taxed brain from pursuing during tho
night tho well-beaten track of the day.
A tepid bath nt bedtime often acts well,
whereas a very hot or cold bath Is to
many persons positively Injurious.
Bhow.
Patron (severely) Why don't you
show mo a scat? Conductor (blandly)
We aro not In tho curio bualnosa.
Detroit Journal.
WORDS OF THE WISE,
DlslntercoUd actions will eatj
the
richest recompense Gootho.
I profer tho honestly slmplo to the
Ingeniously wicked. W. Pcnn.
It Is tho prlvilego of truth always to
grow on candid minds. Scrivener.
Simplicity nnd grace Beem to bo tho
elements to charm. Mrs. SIgournoy.
Poverty la rich with little a cloudy
day becomes rich with a speck of blue.
W. B. Spear.
Peoplo seldom Jrssrovo when they
hnvo no model but thnmselws to copy
after. Goldsmith.
Nothing is moro simple thnn pt eat
ress; Indeed to ho slmplo Is to be great.
R. W. Emerson.
Tho innocence of the Intention
abates nothing of tho misoWot of tho
example. Robert Hall.
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