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JWfrflJWUW " -)Mg!"'- VB1 vgr f; IV.I if m r I ti !l ' tl si 11 Kj lii I H ! t i B4 11 i: ctnriD. f 3b there man more grossly stupid- Unn you earthly marksmen And, Like this so-called boy-god Cupid, Mlschlovous and color-blind? Now, h takes ft dart from quiver. j Alms at tender hearts but look! v It lift pierced the young man's liver, r And has struck her pocket-book. Lookagatnl With glee Inhuman Flics tho arrow o'er Its track Men and learned and white tho woman, , , But the man is coarso and black. Thus tho boy-god takes Ms pleasure, Aiming wildly, shooting wide, . Ever filling tip tho measure 01 distress and humbled prido. s. Were ho mortnt, he would suffer; . Hut keep well this thought In view: lie would mnJ some pathway rougher, Were this flesh immortal, too. Columbus Dispatch. MB. BOLDON'S EXPEDIENT. "I am fairly dialled ruined tlono for. I had better order my colfin while I cnn pay for it." This was tho cad soliloquy of Mr. James Boldon, solicitor and notary public, as ho Bat nlono in his offlco in High-st., West' borough, ono October morning. And truly Mr. James Boldon's po sition was not a happy ono. llo was young man, lately admitted as a solicitor, and ho had spent all his littlo capital to no purposo in trying to mako a practice for himself in tho town of Wcstborough. Ho was almost a strangor in tho town, and, although ho had been thoi'o nearly n year, he had hardly succeeded in making un acquaintance, much lees in gaining clients, Tho report that there was "an opening" in tho place, on tho strength of which ho had como thcro, had proved to bo entiroly fal lacious. Tho town was just largo enough to hido him. It was in vain that ho went regularly to St. Augus tino's Mission Chapel, in tho hopo of having his namo put on tho building commltteo of tho now church: in vain that ho frequented (at proper hours) tho billiard-room of tho new Royal Hotol; in vain that ho sedulously at tended tho county court andthopolico court with a glazed black bag which held nothing but a nowspaporand ono or two law books. Business would not como to him. Nobody knew him, and nobody cared to know him. Thcro was, indeed, ono man who know him ono who might, if ho had had nny business whatovor, have proved a useful friond Mr. Lionel Winn, editor of Tho Wcstborough In dependent. Tho young lawyer had xnado tho acquaintance of Mr. Winn over tho billiard tablo. But of what uso was it to havo tho means of get ting a flattering notico in tho nowspa er, when there was absolutely noth ig to notice? It was nearly 12 o'clock. Mr. James Boldon had been looking over his ledg crandovon his sanguino disposition failed him, as ho marked tho stato of things thoro disclosed. Ho roso from tho table with a groan, put onhishat, and.tollinghissolitaryofiice-boy (who was improving his timo by boring holes in tho lid of his desk) that ho would not bo in till after lunch, ho Ballicd forth into tho street. Not having any particular object in viuw, ho thought ho might as wollgoto tho railway station and get n London paper, and thither ho directed his steps. After buying his paper, Boldon ob served on tho platform tho station master, whom ho know by sight, en gaged in an angry altercation with an elderly man, who looked like a farm laborer. A littlo crowd surrounded tho disputants, and Boldon sauntered up to Beo what was the matter. "A tell 'eo a'vocoom f rom Lamborno, an' a'll pay no more," said the man. "You must pay tho faro from Lon don all tho same," returned tho station-master, angrily. "Hero'B tho by Ww. You can read it for yourself that is, if you can read." "iNaw.acnan't." "Well, it says that any ono travel ing without a ticket must pay tho faro from tho station at which tho train started. How am I to know you only got on at Lamborno?" Tho dispute went on, tho station master, who had been a sergeant in tho guards and had a great idea of the importance ol his office and tho neces sity of enforcing tho law, having evi dently tho best of it. Tho young solic itor ventured to say something for tho man, and was roughly advised to mind Ills own business. This rather nettled him; and as tho poor man protested that ho could not pay tho faro from London soven shillings and ten pence and thero wob every prospect that ho would bo taken beforo tho magis trates, Bolden good-naturedly paid tho money for him, and tho matter was at an end. Our hero walked abstractedly back to his office, pondering over tho hard caso of tho poor man whom ho had succored; and his deliberations lasted for soma timo. On the following Saturday morning Bolden omitted to shave, and stayed indoors all day. After a substantial early dinner ho proceeded to make eomo changes in his raiment. Ho put on an old tweed suit considerably tho woreo for wear, and a pair of boots that had seen better days. His hat he took from a well-merited oblivion, and finally adorned his neck with' a red and blue woolen comforter. Thus equipped, he set out for a walk to Lam Conic, a small town abou? ten miles off. Ho reached his destination about 7 o'clock in tho evening, and his first proceeding was to go to an inn and or der some tea. Having refreshed him self lie left tho inn after exchanging a few words with tho landlady, and vis ited two or three shops. In each shop ho made ono or two email purchases, directing that the cQodsshould bo sent to him at Westborough; and in each . case he was careful to take a receipt for the money ho paid. Then he went to tho railway Btation, at which ho Jcnew tho LoncbxCrain for Westbor ugh and cne west would stop, in a few minutes, mado ono or two trilling pur l chases at the bookstall and managed to ongago tho man who kept tho stall in conversation ior somo timo. uio train camo In as ho was still talking to thn man at tho bookstall, and Bolden auiotlvtook his scat in it, without, having gono through tho formality of taking a ticket. When tho train arrived at Wcstbor ough, tho young solicitor explained that ho had joined the train at Lam borno and tendorcd tho faro from that town. As ho expected, thomoncy was refused, and tho full faro from Lon don demanded. This Mr. Boldon positively refused to pay, and accord ingly ho was detained till tho Btation master was sent for. That official, in all tho majesty of gold-laced coat and tall hat, soon ar rived, much annoyed at beingdisturb cd at his evening meal. "What's all this about?" ho do manded Btcrnly, as ho camo upon tho sccno. "They want to mako mo pay tho faro all tho way from London, and I'vo only como from Lamborno," an sworcd Boldon in a humblo tono. "Of courso you must pay tho wholo faro. Thcro's a by-law on purposo, mado and provided." Mr. Boldon mournfully shook his head. "Oh, no, sirl" ho said meekly, "I really can't do that." "You'll havo to go to tho lock-up, then." rejoined tho station-master, roughlv. "You'd best pay up." Mr. Boldon, only shook his head again and sighed heavily. "Ab tho lawyer expected tho official was exasperated uy hU obstinacy and encournged in his high-handed manner by tho meekness with which ho was confronted. Nono of tho rail way pcoplo recognized in tho shabbily dressed, unshaved individual beforo thorn tho spruce gentleman who had paid a poor man's faro a few days bo lore. "Bonnor, go for a constable," eaid the station-master, with the air of an inllcxiblo judge awarding a term of twenty years penal servitude "Don't do that; I'll givoyou my namo and address, I'm known in tho place that is, I'm quito respectable you know." "Oh, I daro say," returned tho station-master, with with truo official Biiperciliousness. Thero was an awful pauso whilo tho portor was gone to fetch thoconstable, "Don't you think," suggested Boldon, almost timidly "don't you think it might bo as well to telegraph to Lon don for instructions?" Tho station-master frownod. "They couldn't complain of you in that case, at any rato," pursued Boldon. Tho station-master hesitated. "I'll wait in tho waiting-room till you got an answor," said Boldon, as ho led tho.way to that cheerful apart ment. Tho official darted a suspicious glanco at his prisoner. Still, tho advico was prudent and ho acted upon it. In half an hour tho answer camo back. "Tho passenger without a ticket must pay tho faro from London, or bocharg od ncforotho magistrates." "Just let mo seo tho message you've got," said Boldon, when thercsultwas announced to him. "If it is as you say I'll go quietly or elso pay." They showed him tho message "No, I really can't pay all that mon oy, you know," said Boldon sadly, as ho read tho telegram; and accordingly he wasmarchedoff to thopolico office, guarded by a policeman on tho right and by a constable in tho imposing uniform of tho Great Railway Com pany on tho left. As it was Saturday night, nothing could bo dono that day, and Mr. Bol don did not choose to disturb tho Sab bath rest of Mr. Lionel Winn, his only availablo' friend, by a3king him to bail him out on Sunday. On tho Monday morning, however, an early message was sent to Mr. Winn and ho promptly appeared and bailed out tho young lawyer, who was heartily tired of his incarceration. La ter in tho day tho caso camo on beforo tho magistrates and Mr. Boldon. at tended with tho landlady of tho inn at Lamborno and ono of tho shopkeepers who wero ablo and willing to prove that ho could not possibly havo trav eled from agrcaterdistanco than Lam borno on the preceding Saturday night. HMin ilinrrrn ii'fiu rf f ntnton iltumioonl ono of tho magistrates a jolly old fel low, named Bracebridge, remarking that Mr. Boldon. who seemed to bo a respectablo solicitor, had been treated shamefully, and that if ho stood in Mr. Boldon's place ho would bo inclin ed to lot tho Great Railway company hear of tho matter acam, Noxt day tho Wcstborough Inde pendent contained a long account of tho "incrediblo and really scandalous outrago to which ono of tho most respected members of the legal profes sion m our town has been subjected;" and it need hardly bo said that, in a day or two, tho courso at which tho worthy magistrato had hinted was adopted. Mr. Boldon brought his ac tion against tho railway company for falso imprisonment and ir.allcijus prosecution. As everybody knows, Wcstborough is an aBsizo town, and the caso of Bol don v. tho Great Railway company excited a good deal of public interest. Everybody wished to know h6w tho law stood on tho question, for every body had had occasion sometime or other to travel without a ticket. Mr. Bustard, Q. C, was counsel for tho plaintiff, and nobly ho performed his task. He pictured his client, a member of an honorable profession, a gentleman of delicate and sensitive feelings, dragged by the ruthless hands of tho polico through tho crowded streets on a Saturday night, exposed to tho rude gazo of tho jeering mob, and shut up in a cold lonely cell for tho greater part of two wholo days. And all for what? Because this gen tlemau had the courage, tho public spirit to resist an unreasonable and illegal impost. It was tho interest of every railway traveller ho might, therefore say of every man. woman and child in tho three kingdoms that the rights of the traveller and tho lib erty of tho subject should bo vindicat ed In tho person ot his client. "My client does not care for damages, gen tlemen,", said Mr. Bustard in conclu sion. "That Js not his object in coming here. His object id to expose an abuse, an illegal abuso gentlemen, which has been toolongcontinued to clear his own character ot tho igno miny which has been cast upon it vin dicate tho sacredprinciple of tho liber ty of a free-born Englishman." Ab for tho question of law, Mr. Lynx, who was for tho railway com pany, hardly ventured to rely upon it. "It has been held over and over again," said Mr. Justlco Portman, that this by-law is bad and Illegal. It affects to inflict a fino of arbitrary and varying amount, where there fa no breach of tho criminal law; for horo, as in most such cosos, there is no pretonco that thero was any at tempt to defraud. You will find a verdict for tho plaintiff, gentlemen," ho added to tho jury, "with such dam ages asyou, looking at all tho circum stances of tho case, may think will fairly compensnto tho plaintiff for tho wrong ho has Buffered." Tho jury promptly found their ver dictdamages fifty pounds. Tho re Btilt was received with some cheering, which becamo general when Mr. Bustard announced that his client had nevor intended to put tho damages in his own pocket, and that ho would send a check for tho amount to tho treasurer of tho County Hospital. This well-timed generosity settled tho question of Mr. Boldon's popular ity. The Ladies' Committee of tho hospital nominated him at onco as ono of their male advisers, and his namo was put on tho list of life gov ernors. The amateur dramatic and choral societies sent him tickets for their entertainments, given for the benefit of charity. Tho Wcstborough Independent printed in a prominent position tho letter of tho hospital treasurer gratefully acknowledging Mr. Boldon's munificent gilt, and added a few laudatory words oi his own. Finally, aftor a pleasant littlo supper in Mr. Boldon's lodgings, thero ap peared tho following paragraph in that oxccllcnt organ of public opinion: "Wo havo hoard it rumored lately that a few of our moro prominent townsmen have been talking of ac cording to Mr. James Boldon, solicit or, a substantial mark of their ap preciation of his public-spirited be havior in a lato trial, and of his dis interested conduct in Handing over tho fruits of his victory to ono of tho most deserving of our local charities. Wo havo heard it whispered that W. II. Braccbridge, esq., J. P., who has already publicly expressed bin sympa thy with Mr. Boldon and Algernon Tracey, esq., the treasurer to tho Dalcshiro County Hospital, have ex pressed somo intention of heading tho subscription list. Wo give this to our readers with all possible reserve, but wo havo no hesitation whatever in saying that such conduct on the part of tho gentlemen wo havo named would rellect honor up on themselves, and would not bo wanting in appro priateness, as tho names of both of these gentlemen havo been associated with tho public vindication of Mr. Boldon's honor. Our readers may de pend upon our keopingthem acquaint ed with tho progress of ovonts." This promise was so faithfully car ried out and tho proposed testimoni al was so thoroughly taken for grant ed that Mr. Bracebridgo and Mr. Tracey found themselves compelled to take tho honorablo placo which had been assigned to them. Tho mark of esteem took the form of a purse of sovereigns, which reached tho respectablo iiguro of ono hundred pounds. A dinner was held as a matter of courso, to celebrate tho event, and the presentation was mado in proper form. Mr. James Boldon returned thanks with a becoming modesty, de claring with somo humor that more by far than oven their generous gift did ho valuo tho happy consciousness that his humblo efforts in tho public service had been appreciated, that ho had gained tho good will of his neigh bors and that ho was now no longer a stranger in their midst but ono of themselves, a Westborovian to tho backbone, accounting tho esteem and respect of his fellow-citizens his rich est possession. In this Mr. Boldon was perfectly right. Clients camo in apace. Ho had got his namo up for good. Whitehall Review. A Farmer Dumfounded. From tho Rncklnnd, Me., Courier. A Rockland man who owned a cow made a bargin with a butcher to kill and sell it on commission. It so hap pened that the first offer tho butcher received lor the meat wa3 from tho owner of tho cow, who did not. recog nize the carcass. Three-quarters of the meat was Bold to him for five cents a pound, and he afterward sold it again at a small profit. The next day ho bought tho remaining quarter, beating the accommodating butcher down on his price, and sold that quarter for a small profit. When ho settled with tho butcher for his own cow ho was indignant that the meat man sold it so cheap, and was dum founded when he heard that he him self was tne purchaser. A Dying Mother's Prayer An swered. From tho New York Sun. A Maine newspaper says that Mrs. Esther Potter, of Long Ridge, who has just died, after a long illness (rom consumption, was the mother of four children, the youngest a baby. Sho could not bear to think of leaving thn littlo one, and constantly prayed that it might go with her when sho died. A Jew days ago, when it was plain that she was about to die, sho called her family around her, and bade them good-by, an! then, clinging to her baby, prayed that it might die too. It had been perfectly well, ap parently, but, after a kiss from its dying mother, closed its eyes, and in five minutes was dead. Pastor "My dar little child, 1 6aw you shed tears while I was preaching last Sunday when you was in church Willi jiuili nil. ca, on, a o oir sleepy and mamma pinched me so hard." A MODEL LOVE STORY. When tho average writer of short stories or sketches determines to in voivo what is classed by tho general public as a "love story," he begins by selecting fanciful names for his hero and heroine. Then ho describes them at length as to their personal appear ance ani rather briefly as to their qualities and character. The horoino ho Invariably endows with all the physical charms that nature in hor kindest moods bestows; or, if ho goes so far out of tho beaten rut as to ad mit of tho outset of tho narativo that she is not exactly beautiful, ho at once hastonB to provide hor with cer tain specific charms, of such tran scendent beauty that all possibly ad mitted defects aro driven so far into tho background as to become entirely forgotten. Thero seems to bo an un written code among story writers to tho effect that it is utterly impossible for a man truly to love a woman unless she has physical beauty that Ven us would havo envied. Tho possibil ity that truo womanliness alono, in tho broadest sense of that term, may inspiro love, never occurs to thorn, or if it does, they crush it back as un worthy of consideration. Tho porsonal appearanco of tho hero is not considered of so great im portance, though it is usually deemed advisable to shower upon him a fair supply of what is commonly termed "manly beauty," a conveniently flexi ble expression, admitting a variety of interpretations. His character is but vaguely alluded to. Having thus "created" tho principal characters, tho writer inspires them with a mutual passion for each other, which ho calls love, but which is gen erally developed into a strange mix tures of folly, fathomless distress and excruiating agony. Obstacles aro shoved between the lovers ad libitum, and regardless of consequences, for tho truth' of tho ad age that "tho courso of truo love never did run smooth" must be main tained at all hazards, even at tho risk of driving tho lovers to madness or death (in the story), and of shrouding tho reader in Stygian gloom. The hated rival, tho treacherous female friend of tho horoine, the proud and obstinate parent, the miscarried let ter theso and a hundred and one other well-worn means aro employed to destroy tho lovers' bliss. They are, perchance, separated for years, and when the individual who has created them by a few strokes of his pen, has tired ot Keeping them away from each other, allowing them to pine away slowly, and Btirring up tho sympathies and harrowing the feelings of tho reader, he brings them together again after having deprived them of years of happiness. It ho knows his business well, ho will introduce into every other paragraph or so a re minder to the effect that he is not evolving fiction, but merely relating facts as they actually occurred. Now, I think this is all wrong, I may be in the minority with my opinion, but so was Gallileo when ho first began to lecture on the subject: (friic Mrtt-fli llo mftun " fttillilon' n f . length convinced tho majority that he was right, and I shall not take a back Beat for him. Then, too, I have this advantage over him, that I am in a position to get my views published in a newspaper, whilo he was not so for tunately situated. In order to demonstrate more clear ly what brand of a love story I would recommend, I will write one briefly after my own mind, and allow a dis criminating public to judge its merits or demerits. Autograph testimonials from those who like this kind of a story will bo gratefully received by me, and not published without tho senders free consent. Every well ad justed story should havo a "title, and I will call mine "A Tale of True Love that Ran Smooth." Ella Stone, operator on tho type writer in Knott & Scott's law office, was at her post every day, Sundays and legal holidays excepted, from 0 o'clock in tho morning until i o'clock in the afternoon and during the six months that sho had served tho firm, John Scott, the junior partner, en whom all the office work devolved.had ample time to make a study ot her. It was a habit young Scott had to mako a study of persons with whom lie had brought into contact provided ho considered them worth his while. Ella was one of those whom he consid ered worth studying. There was nothing striking in her personal appearance; sho was good looking only as a thousand of other young'girls are, until relentless time dims tho luster of their eyes, causes the roses on their cheeks to fade, and pencils the lines of care upon their features. Health and youth aro in themselves physical charms, unless a person is positively ugly; and in the Sossesssion of these JUla was charming, ut description of her would apply aa well to a hundred others in a crowd, therefore it would be suporflous to de scribe her. Young Scott also had no traits that would distinguish him in any marked manner from the average young man. As the protege of Ellas Knott, a vet eran lawyer with a large practice, con siderable money and consequently no little influence, he was assured of a comfortable income, and could afford to look upon the bright side. It is easy to ignore the dark side of life when one has no cares. flavins; thus introduced the two principal characters it would be out of place to call them tho hero and the heroine, for there was absolutely nothing heroic about either it is in order to announce that each consider- ed the other a very amiftble Bort of person. John frequently gazed with pleasure upon Ella's young face as she deftly touched tho keys of the typewrite'., hibho dictated to her the verborse contents of long legal .documents; and she found that tone of volco quite agreeable and con sidered him altogether a pleasant young man. This Btato of mutual feeling continu ed for Bomo time; and as there Is no such thing as a standstill in nature, and everything must either advance or go backward, thier relations grad ually developed into love. Of course it was not tho kind of lovo that Btrikes peoplo like a flash of lightning, upon their first, meeting, and winch exists mostly in the proles sional Imagination of writers; it was a natural culmination of a scries of successive conditions. Acquaintance grew into friendship, friendship into a quiet kind of affection which rapidly rlponed into love. it never entered tho minds of theso young people that destiny had intend ed them for each othermeit her thought that doatha would follow should the other experience a chango of mind and drift to another allegiance. Such thoughts never bothered them; they wero happy in each others' society, and, whilo a disruption of their rela tions might have been a disappoint ment, and might have been regretted as such, neither would probably have gono into a slow decline and pinpd away, refusing to be comforted. In tliis they were not different from most people, for lovo is never an in stantaneous creation like a bruise that follows a sharp blow; it is liko a blossom that cannot havo its being until tho seed is sprouted, the plant grown and tho young bud has been formed. Placo two young people of opposito sexes in a position that brings them constantly Into each oth er's company, and unless their naturP3 are mutually repellant at tho out set, they will at length conceive an affection for each other. It is a natur al result of natural causes. There was nothing to obstruct tho course of tho love of John and Ella; both were fortunate in having their respective parents still living, but tho latter interposed no objections to what promised to bo a happy union. Nor was thero anywhere a rival to John, nor any coquette to charm him away from tho object of his affec tions. At length the time camo when John decided to ask Ella to be his wife. He did it without the fear and trembling and the agony of suspense that havo como to be considered the mental conditions of a young man about to propose matrimony to a young wom an. Nor did ho come prepared with a set speech, nor cast himself upon ono knee while declaring himself, nor say that he could not do without her. In .fact ho know beforehand pretty posi tively what her answer would be, so ho merely drew her a little closer ho was sitting beside her and said gen tly: "Ella, you know that I lovo you, will you marry me?" Ella did not remark, to her credit be it said, that this was all so sudden, that sho must have time to think. It was not uitdden, for she had expected it; why should'tshe. So sho merely placed her hand in his and simply an swered: "Yes." For some reason that I could never clearly .understand, writers always consider this the proper placo to "draw the curtain." I refuse to do so. I will even venture the assertion that John kissed Ella several times or oft ener, and she did not blush every timo as though it wero something to bo ashamed of. Then they discussed plans for their future, and it became quito lato when John started to go home. I forgot to remark that alt this occurred at tho homo of Ella's par ents, and not in tho law office where Ella's resignation was now soon to'bo accepted, as tiio reader might have supposed. John did not linger for four hours on the front stoop before leaving; he went at once after he had started! first having bidden his affianced an appropriate cood-by, or rather good night. He did not walk on air as so many lovers do on Bimilar occasions in the writer's mind his steps were decidedly upon the earth, and the de ciuedness thereof was about tho only outward manifestation of any exulta tion he felt. He was glad; contented with all tho world and with himself, and consequently happy. Ella likewise felt happiness within her, but sho did not go to the seclu sion of her chamber ami sob out her joy. Bho retired and slept soundly. With others this would havo been the proper place to insert loads of agony and grief and distress; but I am not like others in this respect. After remarking that m duo season John and Ella were married, and that they lived in domestic Hap piness thereafter, my story is finished, and I may add that any other young couple would havo received tho same treatment at my hands as did John and Ella. But, says the reader, there is no plot, no romance in such a tale as this. True, there isn't; but that is not my fault; that is the fault of life. Thero is no depth, no vigor about the love you attempt to portray, adds the disappointed reader; it is cold, in sipid, flat. Do you think so, kind peruser '.Perhaps you imagine that love is a sort of a cyclono that comes without warning, rips everything to pieces and tears around generally un til it gets tired and goes away some where. That is wherein you aro mis taken. It isn't like that at all; love isn't. There may bo a sort of feeling that operates in that wild fashion, but it isn't love, it is well, I'll be hanged il I know what it is passion, perhaps. Real love Is the sunshine that comes with tho dawn of life's days: that crows warmer and more gladdening as it tends to the zenith, whoso night not tho darkest cloud of sorrow can entirely shut out, and which abides until existence itself is swallowed up in tho night of oternity. There, how is that? I thought that sentence out myself. All the foregoing is not exactly in my line.but I did the best lknew how. At any rate.if you don't like this kind of a love story, you are not obliged to like it, you know. Albany Express. Real Romances in Life. London Correspondence Toronto Week- I want to tcllyou something I heard as I camo from "Partners" the other night. About forty years ago a Mrs. Monroe, a childless widow with a large fortune, took a house in Curzon street for tho season, and wanting a companion, bethought her of her neico Jessie, the eldest daughter of & clergyman in Scotland, a young lady only just out. Tho girl was written for, camo and proved a great success,. for sho was an excellent dancer, ex ceedingly pretty and bles3ed with a. good digestion and consequently with a good temper. It was after the May drawing room, at which sho had been presented, and at tho ball at S.. House, that captain shall we call him Nemo? meeting her for tho first time, fell desperately in love beforo tho end of tho evening. A few ridos in the early morning by the Serpentino, a few "drums" in the Arlington street or Park lano, tho opera twice, tho theatre once, endless dinners, routs and balls, and then just at the end of the season, ho proposed and was ac cepted. Tho lover having littlo money, Mrs. Monroe generously agreed to give hor nieco an allowance, and insisted on the marriagj taking placo in town, instead of upsetting the quiet little mauso close to the loch on tho west coast. So St. James's, Picca dilly, was filled with the elite to view tho ceremony one early autumn morning, and Miss Jessie in orange blossoms and Brussels lace sat in the old barbaric fashion through tho long wedding breakfast, afterwards, in flounced gown and round-curtained bonnet, going with her bridegroom for their honeymoon to tho Italian lakes. Captain Nemo was a sailor, and soon had to start withhisshipforacruiseof fifteen months. I think there was a talk of his wife joining him, but the station selected was an unhealthy one, so aft er all sho remained in England with her aunt to look after her. Letters wore to bo very regular, and the time would soon pass. When the Iotters were all written and received, and tho very last of tho fifteen months had dragged itself away, the day arrived on which Jessie was to meet her hus band at the railway station. No one was on the platform but Mrs. Mon roe, looking white and strange, who gave him a noto to read, and then took him to his pretty littlo empty house from which the inmate had flown only that morning to Paris. The poor lady wept, arjd asked that her carelessness might be forgiven: sho had been duped, deceived and would never seo the wretched girl again. Captain Nemo was quite gen tle. Yes, ho would try to dino with hor that night and they would talk what was best to bo done. Then he wont into the morning room, where Jessie's miniature still hung on tho wall, and an hour afterwards, when they went to call him, he was tound dead with a bullet through his heart, clasping her portrait and her cruel letter in his cold fingers. There being no World or Truth in those days, tho scandal was quietly hushed up. After a time Mrs. Nemo appeared again in London, but nono of her old friends noticed her; her own peo ple sternly cast iter off. Mrs. Monroe answered no appeal and formally re fused any communication, and finally when she died left not a penny of her fortune to her erring niece who had so grossly deceived her. So year after year came and went, and matters grow from bad to worse. A woman educated so long ago was not so likely to bo able to help herself as is tho Girton-trained girl of the day, with her practical common sense, ana it becamo moro difficult for her fo keep her brad abovo water. With in the last ten yeais Bhe has found occupation, however; and if you like to come with me some alternoon I can show you a Bmall spare woman in neat bonnet and shawl, with fino China-blue eyes and lint-white hair, diligently sweeps a crossing in the very heart of her old neighborhood;' which small woman is Mrs. Monroe's nieco, tho girl who was presented to the Queen, who danced at S. House, who was married at St. James's, Picca dilly, and had an Italian honeymoon, She' refuses help now from any one. Not Enough Time. From tho London Globe. Not without reason did George Eliot lament over tho decease of "that fino old gentleman, leisure.'' Ho has long been dead and buried by this age of haste and bustle, but his loss io one not easily supplied. Lei. sure is by no means a synonym for idleness, as some persons appear to think. In tho old days when leisure flourished, men worked, though they did not hurry. The wagon arrived eventually at its destination, though it did not rush along like the express train. There still exists a lew remote nooks ol the earth where people hold to the Spanish maxim that "Haste comes from the Divll," and labor is performed after tho fashion of "Sleepy Hollow." To drop into one of theso places is a mat velous rest and refreshment to the denizen of cities, where life is carried on at high pres sure. Thero is something pathetic, ir reading many a modern biography.to noto how nn'hour's space for perform ing an hour's labor ij tho boon most earnestly desired and most seldom attained. Philanthropist, statesman, artist, author all echo the same comnlaint: all lament at beim? over whelmed and overdriven, compelled to perforin twenty-six hours'work in twenty-four; of having no leisuro, no time tor repose. Rank and wealth bring no exemption from the burden of labor; they rather increase it. Bridget "Enjoy slape, is it? How :ould I, I'd like yez to tell me? Tho minit I lay down I'm aslape, and the minit I'm awake I have "to git up. Where's tho time for em'oyin' it to come in? Philadelphia Call. Vi r -a