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A RomanceBy Hannah B. McKenzie.
CHAPTER I.
"doing out ngaln, Magnus?"
"I must, little one. Vou look quite
disappointed, aa If you hud expected
me to spend the rest of my life over
n luncheon-table."
"Now, you're laughing at me. Mag
nus. No; but I hope you are not go
Ing far. You're not going to to Crag
Cattle?"
Daisy Halcrow uttered the last words
hesitatingly, bb If not quite sure
how hey might be taken; but he
brother answered readily enough,
though a close observer might have
noticed that his bronzed face took on
a darker tint as ho did so.
, "Yes, I am going, Day. You know
I have to see Lady Westray."
"Is she then so very ill, that you
must go to see her every day?" asked
Kay quickly. Perhaps there was a
faint shade o.f sarcasm In her ques
tion; but If there was, Dr. Magnus
took no more notice of It than he had
of her former hesitation.
He had been standing by the mantlc
plcce, leaning his elbow upon It. Now
lie came to the window, In which his
ulster stood, and gently laid his hand
on her shoulders.
"My dear llttlo Day, Lady Westray Is
Just as 111 as she Imagines herself In
other words, she Is a confirmed hypo
chondriac. Hut I must not forget that
he Is one of the few among my pa
tients who are likely to pay me for
my services."
Tho girl caught IiIb hand Impul
sively, i
"That Is not tho spirit of my noble,
Independent, great-hearted, Sea-kliiK,
who does his work for love of Itself,
and for love alone! Nor Is It the spirit
of our dear old daddy, Magnus, who
gave of what he had freely, and was
content so long as he had wherowith
to eat and drink and be clothed."
"Our father was only too generous,
Day," said Magnus slowly. "You know
it Is necessary to have a little worldly
wisdom and forethought as long as you
are in this world. And I have an am
bition, as you know, nnil that Is to
repair and beautify this ruined home
of the Halcrows. But I must not waste
time now. Give me n kiss, little one,
and let me go."
"Take care of yourself, and don't bo
, overtaken by the storm, dear," said
the girl. She stood on tiptoe and
pressed her fresh young lips to her
brother's bearded ones; then sudden
ly threw an arm around his neck, whis
pering. "Safe home, my Sca-klng!"
She stood by tho window until she
saw her brother cmergo below, leading
out his bicycle. The fortunes of the
Halcrows were fallen Indeed, and long
since Magnus Hnlcrow had had to part
with his fine chestnut, the less aris
tocratic and less expensive steed serv
ing him equally as well. Day smiled
and nodded and waved her handker
chief, as her brother took off his cap.
mulling also, mounted his iron steed,
and shooting down the road, soon van
ished out of sight.
A bicycle Is not the best mount fcr
showing off a man's stnlwart or hand
some figure; but Magnus Ilalcrow's
proportions wero so magnificent that
nothing could hide them. Ho was, as
his sister had called him. a veritable
Sea-king a lineal descendant of thoso
Bolden-halrcd, blue-eyed, brawny
Northmen whose fame and exploits
Saga and Scald have sung.
Six feet In height, ho was splendidly
made, with square shoulders and un
bent back. His limbs were sinewy and
muscular; his face, burnt to a bronze
hue, was tho noble, open, generous
one of an honorable, Ood-fearlng, clean
soulcd young man. His blue eyes and
abundant auburn hair made him like
t a sun-god.
Tho Halcrows were true Orcadians,
and to them this "land of tho mid
night sun" was of more Importance
than all tho great world without. Tor
thirty yenre Dr. Halcrow, tho older,
had lived at Abbot's Head, wearing
out his life In tho hard work of a
sountry doctor, a? his father had done
before him. Then be had died, and
his son Magnus had taken his place,
ministering to tho rough flsherfolk and
farmers within twenty miles.
And Day lived with him Day, whom
her mother, who had died shortly after
she was bornj had named Daisy; but
who, to her futhcr and brother, was
always Day Day, the soft-eyed nnd
dark-hatred, small and slim of stntuie,
whom everybody loved; Day, the
eighteen-year-old, to whom all life as
yet was fair and sweet, beenuse Bhe
had known none but those who loved
her and whom she trusted.
When Dr. Magnus was out of sight
Day still stood by tho window, look
ing out half-abscntly on the scene be
fore her.
Abbot's Head stood on an eminence
l overlooking the sea and Day could lot
her gaze travel over that great ex
panse of water which stretched away
to unknown worlds. Today It was as
calm as glass, but had n dark hue, such
ns often presages a storm. Tho sky
above was blue, but thickly veiled with
Kroy, thundory clouds, edeed with a
tlngo of copper.
CHAPTER H.
It was a day of exdesslyeheat. No
filrd chirped, no leaf stirred. All nn
turo seemed exhausted, or preparing
tot some terrific outburst.
ftMM . S
.litis of tse r
"The storm Is routing; I can see It,"
Day said to herself. "1 hope he will
reach Crag Castle before It bursts. Why
does he go so often? Is It to see Lady
Westray, as ho fays, or to see Llllth
Stuart?"
Home disagreeable thought swept
across the untroubled calm of Day's
brow, like the- dark clouds on the Sum
mer sky without. She pressed her
hand over It, as If to clear away some
unpleasant thought, and murmured:
Am 1 unjust, I wonder? t'njust and
uncharitable? Dear daddy used to say
It was the way of youth to judge hasti
ly and uncharitably; yet 1 can't help It
I can't, l can't! 1 don't trust her.
and can't rompel myself to like her.
Sometimes I feel as If as If she were
wicked really wicked, like those wo
men one reads about wily Vivien, the
"lovely, baleful star." or Cleopatra,
who won men's souls and then ruined
them.
"How unkind, how bitter 1 urn!" sha
cried, boating her little hands togeth
er the next moment. "1 must do as
dear daddy iircd to say we ought to do
when the devil enters Into us drive
him out by doing bomothing for God
or for our neighbors. I'll go and see
poor old Low. 1 promised to bring
him a little trcut of my own baking."
For Day Halcrow was her brother's
right hand In everything, and thero
was no poor or aged or djlng person
among his patients whom she did nut
visit and bring comfort to, either phys
ical or mental.
She ran lightly downstairs, packed
her little treat a small cake and one
or two other dainties In a basket, and,
putting on a sailor hat in the hall, pro
pared to go out. Hell, the old servant
who had been with her mother, heard
her, however, und ran to the door.
"Ye'll not be going out just now,
MIfs Day? The storm Is coming up
fast."
"1 don't think it will overtake me.
I'm only going as far as old Low's; so
don't you bo anxious, you foolish
Hell." said the girl. "Where's Ola!
Ola! Ola! are you coming, old boy?"
A great tawny collie ns largo as a
St. Uernnrd came lumbering Into the
hall from the kitchen regions at her
call, and thrust his cold nose Into her
hand.
"Come on, then, old boy, nnd take
good caro of your missis," cried Day
gaily. "Good-bye, Hell. I'll be back
In half an hour."
A long straight road led down from
Abbot's Head to the small hamlet of
Finstray, whero Day's pensioner lived.
Tho village was by the sea, most of
tho houses being built In a hollow b
tween the road and the shore. Tho
road ran on past the lonely lakes of
Harris and Stenuls, and the standing
stones to tho Important little town of
Kirkwall.
Tho air was still as death and ns hot
as an oven. The silence nnd oppres
sion were appalling, and even Day, wno
was a brave little soul If there ever
was one, felt awed by it.
"Magnus must be near Crag Castlo
now, so he is all right," sho thought.
Her anxieties were always for Her be
loved brother, not for herself. Old
Low was both lame and deaf, and a
conversation with him was trying. He
sat outside his door on a bench, smok
ing a pipe, his only solace; but he
smiled, laid It down, nnd put a tremb
ling old hand to his hat as Day ap
proached. Day presented her llttlo gifts and sat
chatting with the old man for a little.
Suddenly sho wns startled by a vivid
flush of lightning, and the next instant
n loud roar of thunder burst over
head. "It be a' goln' to storm, miss, and
no mistake," said tho old man. "Yu'd
better come Indoors till It bo past."
"No; I think I shall run home bo
foro It comes on very badly," said
Day. "Good-bye, Mr. Low. I shall
come again In a day or two."
"Good-byo, miss, and God bless yu
for the comfortable words yo'vo a'
spoken to me this an' many times,"
said tho old man, holding her own llt
tlo rosclcaf of a hand In his own work
roughened, aged one. "The Lord bo
with yu for a sweet young lady."
Day picked up her basket, hurried up
to the main road, and wbb soon walk
ing swiftly homewards. Rut swiftly as
she went, tho storm moved more quick
ly still.
Flash succeeded flash with startling
rapidity; the whole artillery of heav
en seemed rumbling across tho skies.
The sea was no longer calm, but mov
ed nnd swolled as If In somo strange
convulsion; and every moment the sky
grew blacker. A dreadful oppression
filled tho ulr, which was almost suffo
catingly hot. As Day hurried on, half
running, she felt her throat dry and
parched, and the perspiration stood In
beads on lior face.
No human creature bad passed her; f
there wero no houses between Finstray
and Abbot's Head, Rut suddenly, as
Day ran on, sho heard the sound of a
boll ringing behind her, and, turning,
Bhe saw a cyclist come flying along tho
road at terrific speed. For a moment
her heart bounded, for sho thought it
was Magnus. Rlcycles were not so
common In that far Orcadian land.
Thokrioxt raomcnt.Bho kfiaw It was Im
possible Magnus hnd gone In tho oth
er dlroctlon. Tho cyclist was on her
In a few seconds. Ho slowed up as he
I approached, and, touching his cap,
1 asked:
"Can you tell me If I am right for
Slrcmness?""
"Straight oti." Day replied. He touch
ed his cap again and How on. Day
looked after Il'jm, and his figure was
lit up by n brilliant tlash of lightning
ns she looked. Ho was a gentleman,
she could tell at once slight In figure,
dark In complexion, handsome nnd -il-must
patrlcan In features. All that
Day took In In ..at bright Hash; then
ho was beyond her sight, hid by n turn
In the rond. She hurried on.
Suddenly u Hash of forked llghCalng
biirst out, quivered fur a moment over
the landscape, lighting It up with a
blue and purple glare, then went out.
Almost at the same moment a terrllle
clash of thunder shook the whole sky;
the rattling and pealing above was
IlkV the day of doom. Day was cour
ageous, but that awful peal made her
start nervously and lly onwards. Sho
was elosr to the narrow road which
turned up to the Head when some ob
ject lying on the ground Just nt tho
cross-roads drew her attention. Her
heart leaped to her mouth. Could it
be the cyclist, struck by that fearful
bolt?
She ran up to It, hardly touching
the ground in her haste. In n few sec
onds she saw that she had been right
In her conjecture. The bicycle lay on
the side of the road. With twisted
handle-bars; anil a few paces from It,
In a strange, huddlcd-up position, mo
tionless, lay the unfurtunnte rider!
CHAPTER 1H.
Day went on her knees and bout
over the prostrate form.
"Air you hurt?" she asked In a
somewhat shaken llttlo voice. Uut no
answer came. She tried to draw tho
man's arm from under him. It was
limp and powerless, like that of the
dead.
"Oh, God, grant that he Is not dead!'
Day whispered, in an uwc-Btrlekei.
voice. She wuh young and strong, and
the warm blood of youth (lowed
through her veins. It sent a shudder
to her Inmost heart to think that the
man whom she bad seen u few sec
onds ago as full of youthful health
and energy ns she herself might o.
lying now cold, supine, without sight
or hearing dead.
The lightning was ndll plnylng about
her head, and the thunder rattling
but Day hardly heeded It. All thoughts
of her own danger were banished from
her mind. Tho effort to turn him
around, so that the man's fnce waf
hidden, for it was turned Inwards upon
his arm. Day made a violent cffoil
to turn him so she could see his face
Sho succeeded partially at last; but
then the sight thnt met her eyes terri
fied her more than ever.
Ghastly pale, with closed eyes anl
mouth, and with apparently no breath
coming from between the tightly-set
lips. It seemed to Day like the face ol
a dead man. In Its white, awful pallor
sho saw It more distinctly now than
she had before. The features were fine
nnd delicately cut, and the wholo face
refined; only the mouth, In Its clusc-
set seemed to give Indication of a stern
nuture too stern for so young a face.
"Oh, merciful Father, grant thnt he
mny not file!" Day prayed again, hnrd
ly knowing what she said, for In her
deepest heart she believed he was real
ly dead.
"What am I to do?"
Then, swift as an arrow, It flashed
into her mind what sho should do. Sho
rose from her knees, called to Ola, who
was snllllng about tho prostrate figure,
and Hew up the road which led to Ab
bot's Head. In three minutes, hot,
breathless, panting, sho was at tho
door.
Dell was looking out for her, with a
scared expression on her face.
(To bo Continued.)
GRANITE CARVED BY NATURE.
l'ccullar i:n(-U In the flcnlnglcal Striio
turn of NeufnumllniHl.
From the Philadelphia Record: Ex
traordinary activity has been displayed
recently In opening up deposits of coal,
Iron and copper of Newfoundland, nnd
It Is reported that tho export of cop
per from tho Island during tho past
twelvo months was one-sixth of tho
total output from all other parts of
tho world, whllo the prospects aro tint
In tho next twelve mouths a still larg
er tonnage will bo recorded. Thero
are Bome very peculiar local effect
observed In the geological structure of
the Island of Newfoundland. There Is
n largo granite quarry about fifty miles
from St, Johns, tho capital, where
granite has been hewn by some con
vulsion of nature into rectangular
blockB of different sizes, so conven
iently assorted that schooner loads of
selected atones have been brought to
St. Johns and uted In some; of the
public buildings and the warehouses
with llttlo or no Jiand dressing by
masons. The new postoulco and dia
tom house, built after the great flrs
which practically wiped out all the
business part of the town, aro partly
constructed of theso granite Btoncs
hewn by nature.
Two Vlewi of m Hail Ca.
Her Father "I am afraid, sir, that
my daughter can never be happy with
a man who can be engaged to her a
month without giving her a ring." Tho
Aspirant "Sir, I am afraid I can nev
er bo happy with a girl whoso en
gagement to me will not Induce Jew
elors to trust me." The Jewelers'
Weekly.
In California thero wero experiments
In storing raisins so as to havo them
as tree from needs as tho ordinary cur
rant. Success luus vfollowcdr, tlllnow,
Bcefled-ralslns nrp becoming nn Import,
ant Item among tho fruit Industries of
California.
BRAVE CUBAN GIRL.
how little izora warned
oomez of an amougm.
fort riajrcil by n Stubborn Don Who
1'crnliccl In Having Ilia Own Way ut
Wlmtotrr t'm- -llrnabiirrU llljjlit Otar
Itoufch ItuuiN.
9f T was a small nn.i
humble cabin wltn
n roof made of
palm lcaes. It
i:tooil buicath some
r Kieat overhanging
iinue trees, anu
as surioiindrd by
tropical llowern.
while n small
brook made music
the llve-loiiii day
as It rushed past a few feet from the
window, Jumping over rocks and
great gnarled roots, singing Its mer
ry song. So licautlful a spot made
one wish that he were a humble Cu
ban, living In this Eden. Hut to
make the picture more complete and
homelike, a little child about X years
of nge sat In a swing that wan sus
pended from the limb of u large tree,
and as she gently swayed her silvery
voice rang out In laughter, as a small
dog chased back und lorth nt her
feet.
As wo hesitate nnd Anally stop o
drink our fill of the tioplcal beauty of
this humblo home, u man conies to the
door, and speaks to the child, my
itis: "Izora. will you go and And old Don
for papa?"
"Yes, papa," erlo.i the child In a de
lighted voice, nnd without waiting for
tho swing to stop sho sprang to the
ground nnd ran up the road, the do'
running after her, barking and pull
ing ut her skirt. Old Don was a mule
and there was nothing that little Izora
enjoyed more than to go nnd And him
for her fnther, for It gave her an op
pottiiulty to have a ride. Son-?tlmrs
he wandered far from home, but she
did no', mind that, ns she was ac
quainted with every road and bypath
for miles around. She met a man
on horseback, and stopping him she
asked If he had seen old Don.
"Yes," said the man. "He was
drinking at the spring at tho foot of
the hill as I passed."
Izora know the place well, and thank
ing the man, sho whistled to her dog
nnd again started on her Journey.
About n quarter of n. mile
from the spring, when turn
ing a bend In tlie road, she
saw u man coming toward her dressed
In the uniform of a Spanish soldier.
Quick ns a Hash sho darted In among
tho brush by the Bldo of the road, fol
lowed by her dog, and as tho soldier
happened to bo looking In nnothcr di
rection ho did not see her. Sho crept
through the brush, three or four rods
from tho road, and sat down, taking
the dog In her lap, sho held his nose
with one hand bo that ho could not
bark, and In whispers commanded
him to keep quiet. While trying to
still the beating of her heart, sho hoard
the footsteps of tho soldier, nnd at the
same time tho clatter of horse's feci
coming from nnothcr direction. The
rider of the horse and the soldier met
closo to her hiding place and stopped
to talk. She looked out through the
brush and saw that the man on tho
horse was also a Spaniard, and evi
dently nn officer. The officer said to
the soldier, who was a scout:
"Are they coming?"
"Yes," answered tho scout; "they
have brokon.camp and are marching
down'1 this '"way."
"Good," said the officer. "Wo havo
tho ambush laid, and if they march be
tween our lines wo will literally rid
dle them. If one gets away ho will
do well. Did you find out who was
In command?"
"Yes," replied the scout. "It Is that
old fox, Gomez, hlmHelf."
"Gomez!" exclaimed the officer.
"Can It be possible that wo, aro going
to get him at last?"
As Izora heard these words, In her
surprise and horror sho almost sprang
to her foot. Sho hail heard her peo
ple talk bo much about tho war and
how ho and his llttlo band of patriots
were struggling to frco Cuba from tho
tyranny of tho Spaniards. Now, ns
alio heard the plan to massacre Gomez
and his men, It mndo the cob) chills
run over her, and he:1 heart thumped
and pounded until It teemed to her thnt
,tho men In l'ic road must hear It, Holil
Irfa tho d) under I er nrnt, bhe Flowly
r.ud carKfs"-y :rawlcii liirouch tho
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IN PURSUIT OF THE FLYING MULE AND CHILD.
brush. Her whole heart Ailed with
one grrat desire to reach Gen. Gomez
raid wnrn him of tho danger Into which
ho was marching. Finally, after she
had gotten a fow yardu away, she re
leased the dog, who still, Intent on
play, nipped nt her heels and gavo a
sharp bark. She seized him and ngnln
held him so that he could nut rankc a
nolle, and then listened,
Suddenly r.he heard the oAlcer, In a
low, r.harp voice, hiss cut tho word
"spy," and then heard them coming
through the brush toward her. Her
heart gave a great bound, nnd nncmed
to lodse way up In her throat, nnd sho
moaned, "Oh. what shall I do?"
She hnd heard enough of the Span
lards to know that If they suspected
their conversation had been overheard,
though but a child, they would not hes
itate to kill her. She stood silent und
nt 111. nlniiMt panil.vv.ed with fear, but
as tho men almost reached her, she was
moused to actlvltv by the loud bray
ing of a mule, a few ioiIs up the rond.
It was old Don on his way home. When
she henrd his familiar bray hope
sprang up within her heart. If she
could only reach her faithful old friend
sho believed that she could yet save
General Gomez. Old Don was a long-
PUS arW&W ,L
GOME, AND HIS HEROINE,
eared, raw-boned old mule, but hu had
run rnces In tho neighborhood, nnd
hnd beaten them all. If she could only
reach him nnd get on bin back. She
dropped tho dog mid rnu through the
brush, while the scout In hot pursuit,
whllo the officer, who could not run
his horse through the thick brush,
turned back toward tho road.
Izora was an active child, and It was
only u fow rods to old Don. Shu
reached the road and darted out by the
olde of the mule, who, being startled
by her sudden appearance, turned and
lied up the road. Rut bIio ran on, cry
ing out: "Don, Don; good old Don,
wait for Izora." Tho old mule rccog-
nlzed the voice of his llttlo friend, and
stopping, turned around and stood with
his big caro tipped forward, apparently
trying to collect his shnttered thoughts
and grasp the oltnatlon, As he saw the
child running towards him with the
dog at her heels, tho scout only a few
rods behind, cursing and swearing, nnd
threatening to shoot her If she did
not stop, ho seemed to renllzo that
some danger threatened tho child and
started on a trot to meet her. When
Izora reached tho mule the scout was
only about three or four rods away,
but "vltli tho nlmblcncES of a squirrel
sho climbed on old Don's back and
tried to push his head around with her
bnnd to turn him up tho road; but
With mulish stubbornness he porslntcd
in standing and looking at the oncom
ing scout. When not more than a
couplo of rods a'vay, with a curse, tho
scout raised his revolver and flred. The
ball plnrced one of old Don's ears, an
with a wild snort the animal tossed his
head In tho nlr, whirled on his hind
feet' nnd run like tho wind, leaving
such a cloud of dust behind that It was
Impossible for tho scout to Bhoot with
accuracy ut either mule or rider. While
the scout stood In tho road, curding his
luck, thero was a loud clatter of horse's
feet, and the next Instant the officer,
mounted ou his powerful horse, daBhed
past him in pursuit of the flying mule
and the child. Old Don was not. only
scared by tho noise, but ho thought ho
was going to add another to tho long
list of races ho had run. He atralned
every mubclo In his body, and though
tho et steed of the offlcor gained
upon him. It was ton plow ut first to
bo perceptible. A. couple of miles they
clattered on over the rouuh road, the
siilcer'o horse alo'ly but surely gala- J
Ing on the mule, when turning a shnrji
bend In the road old Dia found bin
solf faco to faco -Ith General GomisM
nrirt?. In his uurprlso ho stopped tt,
su.l!:.v as ho had started, and llttln
7ora Meat on over his head, landing
In the dust. The mule stood with his
feet braced and his enrs tipped forward,
a perfect picture of stubbornness; and
curiosity shone from his eyes, no If he
was trying to decide whether this was
friend or foe.
The next Instant, ns the Spanish offi
cer came riding around the bond In tho
road, a dozen rllle shots rang out upon
tho air and both horse and rider fell
to the earth to rise no more.
General Gomez'H soldiers picked up
llttlo Izora, and when Mho told her
story the General took her up In his
arms and kissed her ngnln and again,
nnil tears dropped from his eyes.
"Even tho bnbes of Cuba nro patriot'
le," ho said. THEODORE RLAUNT.
OF INTEREST TO WOMEN.
A Paris pnper of recent dato pra
sents Its readers with a collection of
opinions by certain French women of
letters on the eternal man nnd woman
question. The French writers havo
been uccused of harilnens, and oven
animosity, toward men. One of them
repllea that she paints men In hoc nov
els as she Anils them, nnd that there
are plenty of bad men In the world.
Another poltitB out that womon, no
longer kept In Ignorance, observe,
learn nnd mark. The old Illusions nro
gone; the old sentiment no longer ex
ists; the unmarried women not only
know what men do, learn nnd pracfico;
they themselves have descended Rito
the niena; they are tho competitors of
men; oflui they are victorious rivals.
Thus the old re.ipect for n superior In
tellect has been destroyed. A third
declares that tho old-fashioned love, In
which two sought to becomo one, Is no
longer possible; the old glory und Joy
of sintering for lovo's sako, of making
sncrlAces for love, has entirely van
ished. A fourth 'says that tho con
flict of the sexes Is not ical, but only
pretended; that the law of nature
mnkcii them necessary to each other,
nnd bIio prophesies thnt so long ai
man can preserve tho appearance ol
superiority he will bo satlsllcd, whllo
the reality will belong to woman.
"Adam," says one, very sagaciously,
"would not have tasted that applo if
Evo had climbed tho tree In order to
pick It for him. It must always bo the
mnn who picks tho fruit." This U n
very pret'ty Illustration, not only of tho
point at Issue, but nlso of tho profound
acquaintance which tho wrltor pos
sesses of scrlpturnl history, because,
If you remember, It was Eve, and not
Adam, who picked that applo. A fifth
writer very severely points out that
women enn now rend; that they used
this accomplishment for tho purpose
of proving the crueltlcB, the falsehood,
tho wickedness, tho stupldltlos of mon,
their lawmakers, and they nsk whether
man Is moro Intelligent, more virtuous,
wiser than women. Ono moro extract.
"Tho reign," says nnothcr reformor,
"of emancipated woman Is certainly
the end of man's love, for the csscntl.il
clement of man's love Is that of pro
tection."
Remark that all this talk of eman
cipated woman goes on without touch
ing In tho least degree the lives or
tho opinions of tho great mass, com
ments Sir Walter Besant. The mil
lions go on marrying nnd being mnr
rled. They go on believing that they
lovo each other In the most absurdly
old fashioned nnd ridiculous manner.
The girls mny have found out how
wicked, stupid, cruel, vile, villainous,
foolish, short-sighted, weak, Ignorant,
selfish, greedy, avaricious, dishonest all
men are docs not history cloarly provt
It? but every ono knows exceptions.
They nro not In the least angry with
men, or desirous of turning everything
upsldo down; they want no revolution.
ltuilunn Trained.
A writer In tho Contemporary Re
view passes this strong eulogy on tho
character of the Russians: "I found
that the Russians by tcrapcrnment
were without exception tho gentlest,
most easy-going, and humane nation
In Europe and I hnvo seen thorn all.
Their defects are many, but tho lead
ing feature In the Russian charactor,
high and low, which star-ds above
faults, of which thoy have their full
share, Is an enthusiastic, generous hu
manity, oafilly moved to sadness and
tears; full of expansive gratitude for
kindness; free from mennncss, petti
ness, and cunning greed. In short, it
struck me, the more I contemplated
the Russian character, that they were
tho only people in Europe who possess
ed several of tho hotter characteris
tics of ourselves. The Russians are
not so fond of fair play, not so truth
ful, not so energetic, not so manly as
we are; but, on the other hand, thoy
nro loss hypocritical, moro truly mod
est, gentler, more 'tender, moro truly
religious, more humane, nnd less bru
tal and violent lit every way. This
being so, I decline to believe that the
Russian nation as a body, or tho Rus
slun government as Its representative
which shares the virtues and voices
of that body would ever lend Itself
heart and soul to an aggressive gen
eral war for mero purposes of splto
and plunder; and In this matter far In
ferior though tho Russians aro to their
new nlllcs iu Intelligence, wit, vivac
ity, and many other noble qualities,
they aro Infinitely superior to thn
French. Thoy aro a juster race, wAU
less venom."
PurelRiisr In MrltUli Mrir&tnt Mnrlnn.
Among tho foro&a sailors In -.the
Iljltlsh Dierf-hoiit marine, 9,00(1 j.ara.!,
Hcsndlr.&vlans, 5,000 Germans and 2,
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