SMA'SIMYEftY,
nv iuttiikr BKhbii fctmimi.
'For whom did you want thohoueo
ouns lady?"
''For myself, sir."
Dr. Lee Leighton stood amazed.
Tlwgirl beloiohlni was bo young
sot moro than eighteen, and so pretty
fcolden-balred and bluo-oyed as an
angel. Ito had never dreamed that
she was making the application to
rttt Thistle Cottago herself. But
Miss Caroline Clarko took no notico
ofbis surprise.
'Tho houso Is in good order, sir."
"It requires a fow repairs, only,"
wud the young physician, rather stiff.
y.
lie had begun to thing ho was throw
ing his time away.
"And those you will make?"
"If I lot the cottage yes."
The young; lady mused a moment.
"I think I will like it," sho said
then.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Clarke?"
"Yes."
'Do you quite understand the sit
uation?" i "t think I do. Tho houso Ta thought
to be haunted, and the rent is merely
nominal to anyone who will livo
there"
"Yes. Hut How aro you situated
In regard to family, my dear young
lady?"
"I havo the caro of two younger
brothers twolvo and fourteen years
old. I have only limited income,
which I eko out by embroidery. I am
anxious to got my brothers out of tho
city and there is a good academy
here. 1 am not afraid of shoste,"
with a faint smile. "Wo shall como."
Her words and manner wcro not at
variance wltto hsr delicato beauty
all was so petite and yet so solf-pos-sessed
and dignified. Dr. Lelghton's
experience in sirla did not seem to
serve him at all in this omercency. Ho
recollected that his sisters, Maud and
Bess, always regarded tho outor walls
'Of Thistle Cottage with an npprehen
sivo gaze, and could not bo persuaded
to pais it alone after dark, and hero
was this girl, no older than they, pro
posing to live there, with two children!
"Yon have no parents?"
"jfo."
, "Relatives?"
I "None to roly upon. I depend on
myself entirely, Dr. Leighton; I am
"used to it. Would you liko to let mo
liave Thistlo Cottage?" with a steady
glance into the young man's counte
nance. "I hesitate only on your account,"
he hastened to bay. "It is no fablo
that a man wan killed thoro. Ho was
murdered by a son of unsound mind,
after a quarrel about monoy. Tho
estate was owned by my father. It is
now mine. It long ago fell into ill
repute on account of tho murdor, but
It Is a very pretty place and has been
kept In repair. I will walk over it
with you again and make any changes
you may find desirable," thus tacitly
consenting to tho young lady's pro
posal. What hor words failed to do, her
clear bluo eyes had succeeded In ac
complishing. They had, won the con
fldenco of tho owner of tho cottage.
"Sho can but try sinco sho wishes,"
ho said to himself. "I am close by
at our house. If she gets frightened
out sho can como to us."
When they had gono over tho houso
again, tho girl asked, quito coolly:
"What became of tho murdoror?"
"lie lied from justice is probably
dead. Ho has nover been heard from,
and his ghost is said to haunt this
spot. If you can prove that it does
not, I will givo you five years rent
here free."
Tho young girl mado no reply", only
smiled brightly.
"What a brave littlo creature!"
thought Dr. Loighton.
A week later Caroline Clarko and
her brothers were settled at tho This
tle Cottage.
Dr. Loighton did not fancy tho
boys. Ho told his mother that they
wero "whelps that wanted licking in
to shape." But when ho saw the gen
tleness and tact used by their sister
in managing them, when he saw her
patience, her charming erailo in en
couragement of their simplest well
doing, he was ashamed of his intoler
ance. "My father," sho hesitated, "did
not sot his boys a very good example
They wero much away from homo be
fore ho died. They will do much bet
ter hero away from harmful associa
tions," she said.
"That's a good girl a rare good
girl, Lee," said old Mrs. Lelghton. "I
only wish Maud and Bess had half as
much character."
ButCara, as tho boys called her,
did not trouble her neighbors. Sho
was an exquisite housekeeper; she had
a pltfno an old ono but of mellow
tone; she did much work with crewels
and flosses. In tho evening sho as
sisted her brothers with their studies.
They were fond of her under their
roughness and selfishness. They
shoveled snow, when it camo, took
care of tho poultry sho encouraged
them In their ambition for prize chick
ensand kept in wood and
water. There was not a
brighter littlo homo in tho
village. Cara had finished the rooms
herself with pretty artistic touches.
On the pale buff paper oi tho sitting
room she hau painted, here and there,
a bunch of red Beraundy roses. She
had gilded the cornices "nnd hung be
fore a doorway a crimson curtain.
As for guests when people queried
her, she simply answered: "Xo, I
have not seen any."
But perhaps the air of the mount
ain village did not agree with Cara
Clarke, for she grew pale. Sho was
always sweet, but sometimes she had
a little wearied air. Dr, Leighton
asked her if she did not work tbo
bard. "It is not that," she answered,
He wondered sometimes, with a secret
disquiet, if she had not somowhero a
Bwcetheart who did not writo to her.
But Cara kept her own counsel.
Tho fall and winter woro away with
out any rovclation to him of what
troubled hor. Jack and Willie, tho
boys, wero jubilant over tho pros
pect of a vegetable garden with pens,
potatoes and squashes of their own
raising. But their sister looked so ill
that tho younz physician felt called
upon to expostulate
"Cara," ho said, "I want to opcak
to you. You must havo a chango or
you will die"
"0, no, I shall not sho replied, in
cretalously. "Your countenanco elves token of
unmistakable exhaustion. You aro
doing too much labor or you havo
somo trouble Cara, why do you not
confide in mo? Do you not beliovo I
am your friend?"
"Oh, yes.. It is nothing, only I do
not sleep very well."
"Why?"
8ho mado no reply, and seeing that
his insistence distressed her, ho ceas
ed to urgd her confidence at thabtlmo,
though more certain than ever that
sho had a painful secret. Ho was sat
isfied that sho had no organic disease;
nnd hor mind seemed to havo no mor
bid tendency. But the colorless cheek,
tho hollow temples, theair of languor,
betrayed that somothing daily and
hourly sapped tho young girl's
strength.
Ono morning, WilHo, tlio younger
boy, rapped at his ofllco door.
"Something's the matter with my
sister," ho said. "Wo can't wako her
up. Won't you como over?"
Dr. Leighton found Cara in a stupor
and delirious, with every symptom of
brain fever. Ho lost no tfmo in got-
ting assistance Mrs. Hodgdon, tbo
village nurso, was at Caras bedside
wlicn slio awoke.
Dr. Loightoti had just left tho room
and was in tho next apartment. He
did not go in immediately, though ho
heard tho girl talking.
"Am I so very sick?" she asked.
"No, dear. You was feverish and
your mind wandered a little, and I
was out of a place and told Dr. Leigh
ton 1 could stay with you a day or
two as well as not for my board. I
hain't forgotten tho jackets as Willio
outgrow that yon sent to my Bobbie;
and I had feeling for a young girl with
no mother's hand in tho hour o'
need."
"Oh," moaned thoyoung girl. "I'm
not Btck, I'm worn outl Oh, this
dreadful house! I have not slept
soundly all winter."
"Why, dearie?"
"Oh, Mrs. Hodgdon, thoro is some
body In this houso besido oursolves.
Beside mo and tho boys, I moan.
Somebody creeps about and I am al
ways listening lor that stop. It is
killing mo! Oh, don't toll anyone! I
did not mean to tell you, but I am so
weak. Don't, don't say a word to
Dr. Leighton. I must bear it, becauso
its all tho homo wo have, and tho boys
never had such a protty, nico homo
before, and thoy aro doing so well,
and aro so good. I was not afraid at
first. I am not afraid now, only for
thorn. There may bo som8 ovil about,
though nothing has over harmed us.
But as soon ns'I fall asleep I start up
and listen."
Cara was begging tho old woman not
to betray her confidence, when Dr.
Leighton camo into tho room.
"You must tell mo tho whole story,
Cara!" ho said. "You shall not loso
anything by it," ho added.
But Cara broko out, crying, in her
weakness giving way to her emotions,
and for a time tho tumult would havo
its way. Sho was brought to listen to
reason at last.
"It was two months after wo camo
hero," sho said, "that I first heard
those creeping, creeping steps. I tried
to think it was the trecH, or the wind,
or tho cat, bub I heard them wlien
there was no wind at all, and tho cat
was asleop on tho foot of my bed, and
tho things wero moved from their
places about tho house, and lately I
havo missed food. That's sinco I
would not allow mysolf to beliovo that
a sptrlt haunted tho place. I havo
searched every spot and nook in this
houso. There U only tho space abovo
tho scuttle In tho roof, and there aro
no stairs."
"Oh, Dr. Loighton!" groaned Mrs.
Hodgdon, "then, of course, it's
Bpirits."
"Nonsense."
Dr. Loighton contented himsolt with
prescribing for tho sick and over
wearied girl, and after a low days of
care arranged a drive for her In his
now buggy, with her brother Jack as
attendant,
"You aro to take a nlco long drive,
and not bo back under two hours,"
he said, smiling.
Tho kindness and caro surrounding
Cara was now and very pleasant to
her. As tho wheels rolled away from
the door in tho brightness of the
spring day, her trouble fell away
from her like a nightmare, and tho
color came bask to tho prettv cheek-.
Five minutes after her depaiture
from Thistle Cottago two men were
in tho houso with Dr. Leighton. They
went rapidly through it, beginning with
the cellar. Every wall was tried, with
tho idea of discovering auy unknown
space or passage. Nothing unknown
was developed. At length a short
ladder was brought, and the men as
cended to the attic.
It was only a hollow Bpace beneath
tho center o! tho roof, quito unllghted.
But enough light penetrated tho place
to show an unkempt figure rising from
its liar of straw and rags in one cor
ner. "What's this? Are you alter me?"
ho said, in hollow tones.
The men silently gazed on this object
with astonishment, repulsion and
pity. It was a man, but so thick the
mask of dirt and grim, so ragged the
beard and hair, grotesque the costume
of tatters from which fell feathers and
straw, it seemed some unknown crea
ture instead of a human being.
"Great heavens! it U Simon Leland!"
cried Dr. Leighton.
This only added to tho consterna
tion of the other men. for Simon
Leland was the hall crazed boy who
murdered his father at Thistlo Cottage
five years before But want and
miserv had riven him th utmpnmnm
of an old man.
"I don't caro what you do with
me!" cried the hollow voice "Only
give mo something to oat."
"Cora'awith us and you shall have
all you want," Baid Dr. Leighton, not
unkindly.
"Whore? Down thoro, whero the
flro and tho light and tho girl is?" ask-
ed tho wretched being, and when they
nodded, ho caught up a rou;di ladder
of rope, quickly adjusted it andswurtg
himself down before thorn. But ho
was so woak he staggorcd, and they
were obliged to help him down the
stairs to the kitchen, whorcMrs. Hodg
don, shaking with excitement and
consternation, placed food upon tho
table from which ho snatched it, with
out any pretenco of eating from a
platedcvourtng it hko a half-famished
animal. When ho had filled himself,
he would havo laid down on tho
floor and gono to sleep, but that tho
unaccustomed plenty sickened him,
and he began to groan and roll about.
In a short time, tho sheriff, who had
beon sent for, arrived, nnd ho was
taken away. No ono believed that
tho poor, underwlttcd, half-dying
creature was a fit subject for punish
ment, but tho county jail was a clean
and comfortablo refuge for him iu his
destitution. Hero ho remained until
consigned to tho almshouse. No re
liable account af his career could bo
obtained from him, but It is probablo
that ho had sought rofugo at Thistlo
wubkugu in ito uesurtion, anu oxisteu
miserably thoro a great whilo before
discovered. Ho had prowled about
at night searching for food, of which
ho found a Bcantysupply.stcaliugfrom
corn bins, pigs and poultry, and rob
bing hen roosts, eating tho ilesh of the
fowls raw. It was the occasional dis
covory of his miserable figure which
had called into cxistenco the story of
uiupiaco Doing uaunteu uy nw ghost.
But bo reduced had ho become ho
would probably have died in his lair
but for Dr. Leighton's discovery of
him.
Dr. Loighton kindly Bavod Cara from
witnessing so much misery. Sho nov
er saw Simon Leland. Her nerves
had already borne much, and that
sho had been willing still to suffer in
secret for tho sako of preserving a
good homo for her young brothers was
a fact which became known and on
deared her to many hearts. Her
friends multiplied, and, whon she ac
cepted as a lilo companion, Dr. Leigh
ton, tho oldest friend of all, hearty
kindness surrounded her and warm
wishers for her happiness danced
merrily at tho wedding.
'PAYING ATTENTIONS.
Tho Evils of Prematura Coaslp
About Love Affairs.
Harper's Bazar.
As it is obviously a young man's du
ty to pay attentions to somo young
woman, considering that this is really
tho chid motive of social intercourse,
it is rather hard upon him that ho no
sooner begins to fulfill his mission, and
calls, and drives, and dances moro or
less boldly with ono damsel, than all
tho match-making women to whom a
love ctffalr, anybody's lovo affair, is
precious and entertaining, interchange
ideas upon tho subject nnd report
thatyouug Crayon is in lovo with
Miss Coupon; and although ho may
never have thought of lovo in relation
to Mis3 Coupon, and although ho may
possibly havo drifted into a genuine
affection soonoror later if nobody had
meddled sinco proximity is a danger
ous factor, and brings about moro
marriages than match-making tho
premature report has a very damag
ing effect; ho begins to seo that unless
ho is serious in paying attentions ho is
compromising not only hinuelf, but
tho young woman, and keeping other
suitors at a distance; and although
ho may not know whether ho has any
positive designs or no, and his emo
tions may bo in a state of evolution,
and he may not entirely understand'
his own designs, yet he is put upon
his guard, the cordial relation between
tho two cools, nnd ho earns tho name
cf being a heartless trifler, or is forced
into a hasty declaration betoro he is
ready to make it. Naturally the look-er-on
says that ho ought to know his
own mind; that ho has no business to
devote himsolf to a woman whom ho
does not love But love is not an in
stantaneous affair, like being struck
by lightning; It is a growth. And how
prithee, is a young man to know
whether ho loves or not if he may not
live moro or less in the companion
ship of that "not impossible she?"
if ho may not have opportunity to
obsorve and study her? To be sure
Miss Coupon may object to being
made a study of.to being placed under
tho microscope, and then by-and-by
turned asido as an inperfect specimen.
But she has tho same privileae herself,
and would be sadly shocked if
any one supposed that she would
accopt a lover without some knowl
edge of his qualifications. Ono might
ask if she, on her side, hud serious
and matured designs when she answer
ed his notes, accepted his invitations,
his bouquets and confectionery, if sho
were not also attempting to discover
if he were her ideal. We do not dis
pute the fact that there aro men who
ilirt maliciously, so to spenk who do
not mean to fall in love who have
themselves well In bund; but they
need not be confounded with thoso
who aro simply trying to discover
their heroine.
Messrs. L, W. llrvbercom, LouU Schnde,
Simon Wolf nnd Rev. L. H, Shlcder, of
Washington, addrcsstd the House com
mittee on the alcoholic lienor tralllc in op.
position to the bills to trovido (or a coin-
tnUtrfon oi Inquiry on the Unuor tralllc and
tor prohibition in the District ut Columbia,
A general court martial at Fort MIsso
In, Mont., sentenced Frlvato Thomas M
t-tl.. r . T fni.,.i i-t ,
i", vuiuiuiijr i . niiru iniuuir.v, cunr;.
el wmi tieaeritun, to Us ilislionorauly ill
cliaiscu from the acrvtca o! the Unit 1
btatcs. forfeit ull par ami nllownnccs u
nnd be confined at hard labor for thr a
.years.
BARBAEA FJIEITCHIE
tub imitoiNn or -wiiiTTinit's
AVAIl FORM A IlKAMTV.
FiipU nnd Picture Gntticrril in An
cient Frederick Tovrn 1y tVMllnm
II. Riley A I.onr I.lfe Spent Anilil
Maryland's Green Hill nnd .tot In
Vain.
Lp from tho meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
Tho clustcr'd spires of Frederick
stand,
Green wnll'd by the hills of Maryland.
Tho meadows arc still rich with
corn; the clustered spires of old Fred
crick town still stand and beyond the
green hills rise ns of yore, but Bar
bara Frlctchic has long since been
gathered to her fathers, leaving in
Whlttlcr's poem a monument that
must stand well nigh as long as those
hills of Maryland. Immortalized as
tho poet has tlio story of tho heroine
upholding of tho old flag, there has
crept In 6omo doubt as to whether
such nn Incident ever occurred nnd
ovon as to whether there ever lived
KUch a person ns Barbara Frletchlc.
Iu the neighborhood of Frederick that
doubt was nnd Is to some extent
strongest. Far away In the North
doubt gives plnco to tho dramatic
reality which Whlttler has set forth
In his verses.
To tho question ns to whether Bar
bara Frletehio over existed outside the
iwet's Imagination, William II. Itlley,
(pedal deputy clerk to tho city court
Ilnrtinrn Frlctrlile.
of Brooklyn, has Riven considerable
thought and Investigation, says the
Brooklyn Ensle Mr. Riley hns made
it a custom for some years to Journey
down to tlio green hills of Maryland.
Recently ho returned from such a
trip and with him he brought some
facts nnd pictures -which place be
yond much ground for doubt the ma
teriality of Whlttlcr's war heroine It
Is through Mr. Riley's courtesy that
some of tho pictures are here repro
duced and tho fncta and dates avail
able. Barbara Fnetchle. or Ilaucr, before
her marriage, was horn In L-inenstcr,
Ilnrlinru Frlc
Pa., on Dec, 3, 1770. Her ancestors
had played n ptomlncut part In tho
early history of tho infant republic
and every drop of blood In her body
came from the founders and preserv
ers of the Union. When but a child
sho romoied with her pnreuts to Fred
erick, Md.. and there she lived up to
the time of her death.
When forty years of age Barbara
Ilauer became Harlmra Frictchle, the
wifo of John Casper Frietchle. The
wedding took place on May 0, 1800.
No children eamo to her, but her
strong motherly lovo found occupa
tion in tho care ami training of sev
eral nephews and nieces. While of
aspect stern and cold, It Is said that
she was a geutlowoman of flue sensl-
'?
Ilnrlinru Frletelile Ilrllea.
bllltics and tender heart, her face be
ing but a reflection of her strong nnd
steadfast will. Of humor theio was
much In her composition and when a
girl she was known as one fond of
wholesome pleasures of all kinds.
The hpuse Inhabited by Barbara
Frictchle at Frederick was a story
and a half cottage of brick and stone,
with high gables and dormer win
dows, devoid of external show or dec
oration. It stood on Patrick street, a
short distance from Carroll's creek,
over which ran nn ancient wooden
bridge On one side of this bridge
3KwH
wWA
there was n flight of stone steps which
led to a largo, square spring from
which tho Frletehio family obtained
Its supply of water for drinking nnd
all household purposes. Thcro wero
two Iron dlpiKTH fastened by chains
to one side of tho rocky wall and hero
thirsty wnyfnrcrs stopped to drink
nnd gossip.
When the Confederate army, under
Gen. Lee, evacuated Frederick, closely
followed by the I'ulou troops under
GL.,Aiji fffiS I I'm'
(IrnTf of nartiarn Frletchlc,
Gen. McClellan, Barbara Frletehio
kept a small silken Hag flyltig from
tho dormer window of her house. It
was an old revolutionary flag handed
down to her from her ancestors and
deeply prized through many memor
ies. When the Union soldiers entered
the town later sho took it down, and
ns the troops marched by she stood
In her doorway, proudly waving it
abovo her head.
Barbara Frletehio died In December,
1872, at tho age of nlucty-six, nnd her
remains now rest In the cemetery of
the Reformed church on Routs street,
opposite Third, tho western portion of
the town. There, when, strangers go
to see the mound, the stars nnd stripes
nro nlwoys floating nnd there one can
not help remembering tho closing
lines of Whlttlcr's poem:
Over Bnrbnra Frlctchie's grave,
Flag of freedom and union wave;
Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;
And ever the stars above look down
On tho stars below in Frederick town.
Quite n Llltrnry of Them Exist.
Tlic Very Smullcat llook,
Quito a library might be formed of
tho lllllputlnn books that have appear
ed from tlmo to time. They arc ad
mirable specimens of the printer's art,
and treat of many subjects, grave or
gay. Among the smallest known are
somo French devotional works, Ger
man almanacs and Irish albums. The
French "Chemln de la Croix," and
"Llvrc do Priercs," has a print only 13
by 0 millimetres (about 1-2 Inch by
1-4 Inch) In size
The "Bloem Hofjc" (Court of Flow
ers"), is believed, however, to bo tho
tiniest book in existence. Tho print
is only 10 by 0 millimetres (nearly 2-5
inch by 1-4 inch,) and tho entire page,
with margins, Is only 17 by 8 millime
tres (about 7-10 inch by 3-10 inch) in
dimensions. It contains 40 pages and
was produced in Holland in 1074.
The author's mime Is Carl Van Lnngc
telilc'n Home.
and tho publisher's B. Schmidt. It is
elegantly bound in calf, gilt aud fur
nished with a clasp in gold filigree
Tho book is now in the possesion of
M. Georges Salomon, n foreign collec
tor. Carol's Magazine.
Another Uac tor N'evnpiiT.
.Speaking of feet makes mo think of
tho amusing Ingenuity of a girl I
know. Wo were nil sittting on the ve
randa of a houso in Tuconia tho other
night, and it was a night when the
mosquitoes wero out in full force. All
tho. women wero wearing low shoes,
and by the way they twitched and
wriggled you could tell whenever a
mosquito got in a telling blow. The
Ingenious girl nlono of nil the pnrtv
was plainly not troubled. At length
I asked her how she managed It.
"It's -yt Jy simple," said she; "I sim
ply wear ono thickness of nowspaper
iuslde my stockings."
You see tlio power of the press is
really something you can't estimate.
Washington Post.
Germany's reward iu Joining In with
Russia and Franco to limit Japan's
domands upon China Is to be the is
land of Chusan, according to tlio latest
report. Tho Island is a fertile strip
twenty miles long, at tho mouth of
lio Yung-Tse-KIang river, which is
navigable for more than l.riOO miles.
With Cliusnn for a military and uaval
station, Germany will hare nn impor
tant foothold iu tho east. Russia will
i gradually closo in upon Corea. and
i France, will extend Its Touquln boun
j darlcs. unless the bargain of the three
nines in ims uusmess miscarries.
Tho challenge of C. D. Roso for the
America's cup seems to Imj fair enough
for tho most exacting. Mr. Rose evi
dently Intends to have no mis
understanding about conditions, Inas
much ns he expressly stipulates that
there shall bo none whatever.
JOHN HUSKIN'S ROMANCE.
How He Courtod, Married, and Was
Divorced From His Idoallstlo
Woman.
JfeirYork Grnphir.
John Ruskin did a strangely way
ward thing whon ho consented to uet
married. Ho did a most erratic and
to the public a most inexplicable thing
when ho arranged for his divorce
Ho had accepted somo of the loftiest
traditions about womanhood that
men sometimes read of nnd talk
about, and ho looked for his ideal
companion, Ono night ho met her in
the drawing-room of a London friend,
who, without his knowing it, had
brought the young lady to meet the
eyes of the great writer.
It was a Juno night. He wns thirty
five, and she looked liko a Greek
goddess.
He was dazzled. Sho was a tall,
graceful girl of nineteen, with a face
and figure as faultless as one of tho
statues of old. No one ever expected
Kuskiii to fall in love, and ho did not.
She was poor, needed a homo and its
conuorts, and so they were married.
Their wedded life was peaceful,
friendly, kindly to tho highest dpgree,
but there was not a spark of affection
to liuhten their existence. Sho ad
mired the great man she lind married,
and was grateful for the wealth and
comfort ho showered on her. Ho
worshiped her as he would the marblo
made life-like by the sculptors's chis
el. There was nothing human about
the life they led as husband and wife;
and sho was a woman, who, in her
heart, liko all true women, laughed at
the traditions that made her bex lovo
distant worship.
One day Ruskin broucht an artist
to paint his wifo's picture And tho
man was Millnis. and ho was a bright,
cheery, handsome fellow, human,
eveiy inch of him, with a great and
absorbing love for tho beautiful, nnd
a willingness to tell of his lovo.
Ho began to paint the portrait of
the masnilkont woman, and when ho
lVad finished he was in love with his
friend's wife.
Womanlike sho saw it, and perhaps
sho was not lull of sorrow and re
proach. It was the first tribute of
real manful love that had been laid at
her feet.
And Ruskin? His wide eye3 saw tho
romance thut was weaving around
their two lives, and his heart realized
how little affection ho had to lavish
on tho woman whom ho had made his
wife.
How he told her tho story of his
pride in her, and the sacrifice he was
to make for her, while she lay prone
at his feet, is one of the things which
only sho or ho could tell.
It is difficult to obtain a divorce in
England, but John Ruskin secured it
tor her, and ono bracing morning in
tho enrly winter, a month after tho
dlvorco w.-is granted, Ruskin stood
besido tho couple in ono of London's
quiet churches, and saw them mnde
man and wife.
That was a good many years ago,
and since then Millnis has become
rich and famous, and is now Sir John,
and ins wife is my Lady Millnis.
The warmest, sturdiest friend tho
struggling painter had in his toiling
days was tho man whose wifo ho had
married, and through all tlio years of
Millais later success and great honor
John Ruskin has been tlio welcome
guest and almost daily visitor to the
man and womnn whoso lives he so
unselfishly crowned with happiness.
HovvUltra-Fashionable Youngr
fVJenof Boston Spend Their
Leisure Hours.
Boston Correspondents.
This is the greatest club torn in the
world. Every phnso of the intellect
ual activity for which Boston is so
famous is represented by a social or
ganization. There is going on here
what might be called a perpetual fer
nientationofideas.scientific, philosoph
ical, literary, religious every kind,
in short, that'interests highly civilized
humanity all of ihich are seeking
oxpiession and recognition, very much
us the molecules of a gas strive inces
santly to escape from the receiver con
fining them. Now, the most effective
way to push an Idea, as every ono
admits, is over a dinner table. The
man who would otherwise regard
your pet hobby as no end of a
boro will listen to you patiently as
an accompaniment to the nuts and
raisins, and, with extra-dry cham
pagne and a pouse-cafo to top off,
your most uninteresting remarks will
appear to him positively oracular.
Thus it happens that fordlning clubs
there is a perfect craze in this enlight
ened metropolis. Everybody who is
anybody belongs to at least halt a.
dozen, each of which represents some
thing calculated to excite convival en
thusiasm, say, once a month. Tne
object to which this enthusiasm is di
rected is of coparatively little impor
tance, so long as the grub Is palatable
and tho wine of good flavor. It may bo
theological, political, musical, artistic
whatever you please Every religi
ous denomination in Boston has its
representative club, with the solitary
exception of the Episcopalians, who
are fust now orcatnzing one. Theirs
will be the sweliest of all for tho
fashionable portion of the town,
though honeycombed with more or
less asnoBtic Uuiturianism, is profess
edly demoted to the church of En
gland. At periodical intervals each
pious sodality is assembled for the
purpose of discussing over the festive
board such important questions of
sectarian interest ns may chunce to
be uppermost. Likewise the literary
coteries meet for mutual admiration,
the scientific people for learned dis
cussion, tiie politicians for tho incuba
tion of Machiavellian schemes, and so
on ad infinitum. There is not, in short,
an imaginable subject of contempo
raneous human interest which is not
represented in Boston by a, club.
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