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CHAPTER I.
Mrs. Saville of the Court Is not a
pleasant woman. People are general
ly rather afraid of her , and , like many
unpleasant people , she usually gets her
own way. Her present Idea is to mar
ry her only son , Sebastian , to her
niece , Barbara Saville , an arrangement
perfectly agreeable to every one ex
cept Barbara herself Barbara , with
her rare , witching Irish beauty , the
beauty of a fair skin and blue eyes ,
\vith very dark lashes and dark hair ,
a face at once charming and provok
ing.
ing.But
But Barbara's sweet-cut mouth is a
little bit too firm for her aunt , and Se
bastian has felt his cold blood grow
warm beneath the disdainful smile of
his cousin.
Sebastian is not a pleasant looking
man tall and dark , with a heavy ,
cynical face and eyes that look cruel.
In the whole of Leinster there is not
such a pretty girl as Barbara Saville.
She lives at the Court with her aunt ,
and has done so for several years. Lat
terly Mrs. Saville has put on the screw
a little , for Barbara is twenty , and it
is time Sebastian married and settled
down ; but Barbara tip-tilts her pretty
chin and tosses her dusky head , and
says that to live at the Court all her
life would kill her.
It is , indeed , a gloomy spot , falling
into decay , surrounded by dark , neg
lected woods , and a dark , sullen river
running through the park.
Mrs Saville's husband has lived hard
in his day , driven a coach with eight
horses , and generally made havoc of
his patrimony. Card playing ended
what his eight horses had begun , and
his only son , Sebastian , is a poor man.
Barbara is an only child , too. Her
father has an appointment in Tasma
nia , and Barbara is supposed to have
a fortune. Mr. Saville had sent her
home to be educated in England , and
then to live at the Court , where the
charming family arrangement of a
marriage between the cousins was an
open secret.
The time is November , when all day
long the trees drip moisture , and the
fields are soaking and sodden , while
the long struggling street of Portraven
is one sea of mud.
It is worse than usual today , for a
cattle fair is going on , and the fair
takes place in the street. The foot
paths are crowded with cattle , and
droves of panting , terrified sheep are
huddled into groups. Young horses led
by halters are being paraded up and
down , and the footpaths being un
available , pedestrians are forced to
fight their way in the middle of the
street , ankle deep in mud , amidst the
confusion of carts and horses , and
animals of all sorts and kinds.
Y alking briskly through the crowd
with an air of being thoroughly used
to it , comes Barbara Saville , dressed
in a short skirt of Donegal tweed , with
a Norfolk jacket and a tweed cap on
her dark hair. She carries a walking
stick , and her bright face wears a half-
amused , half-contemptuous expression
as she looks at the hurrying crowd.
.She has reached the market square ,
and here the fair is at its height , and
bargains are going on briskly. Bar
bara looks pityingly at the scared , tim
id cattle driven to and fro with such
roughness. And strange contrast , just
beside the drove of cattle , heedless of
the turmoil around , stand a little
group , a preacher , with uncovered
head , preaching the Gospel of Christ
to the heedless multitude. It is a
strange scene , and Barbara's face
grows thoughtful. The rough faces of
toil-hardened men and women , the pa
tient cattle standing by , and those
most humble creatures the subdued
donkeys , more used to blows than
kindness.
Then through the crowd comes a
young man , and he is head and shoul
ders over every one. His hair is gold
real gold and waves in short , crisp
waves. His fair moustache covers a
sweet , firm mouth , and the eyes that
look at Barbara's are purple as pansies -
sies , and full of light now as they meet
the sudden , glad recognition in hers.
"Barbara , " says the young giant ,
"what are you doing in this crowd ? "
Barbara's face is a study of pleased
surprise.
"I only walked in from the Court
to post my letter to father , " she re
plies. And her dark eyes smile bright
ly as she holds out her hand to him.
"I'll take care of you , " returns
George Bouverie ; "these fellows are
so rough you might get hurt. "
And Barbara has no objection.
Her eyes dance. What does it mat
ter that the November sky is heavy
and gray ? There is sunshine in the
two glad young hearts , and they laugh
and they talk together , and make fun
over their little adventures in the fair ,
like the pair of children they are.
They leave the town and walk to
gether along the country road. Sod
den leaves , brown and decaying , lie in
little heaps. It is a day calculated to
make any one depressed ; but Bar
bara's cheeks are softly flushed ; her
eyes are like stars.
"Barbara , when may I speak to your
aunt ? "
George Bouverie's tone has grown
Mrious suddenly , his face takes a ten
der expression.
Hers flushes crimson.
"Wait till I hear from father ,
George , " she whispers. "You < 2on't
know Aunt Julia she would freeze me
with a look ; but if father says yes ,
then she can't say anything. "
"But , my darling , how can I wait ? "
urges the young man.
Barbara sighs.
"Aunt Julia would write out horrid
things to father , " she says. And her
fingers just touch the rough tweed
sleeve beside her.
He laughs.
"Oh , yes ; she could say a lot against
me , I know. I am in debt , and of
course that's against a fellow ; and I
did run a couple of horses at the Cur-
ragh , and lost a lot , too ; and my dear
old mother will go about pouring out
her woes to Mrs. Saville , and making
me out to be a black sheep ; but I'm
not that , Barbara. I've you to work
for now , and I'll chuck the whole thing
up. I'll have one more plunge , and
then , if I win , and the luck's bound to
come my way now , I'll pay up all
round and marry you , my darling ,
with a clean page. "
So hopefully he speaks , who could
doubt him ? Certainly not Barbara.
"You are my good angel , sweet
heart , " goes on the man , bending his
fair head. "I know I've made a mess
of my life ; but it will be all different
now. You won't mind being a poor
man's life , will you , darling ? "
"I shouldn't mind anything with
you , George , " she whispers , her beau
tiful face aglow with feeling.
"That's my brave little woman ! I've
not got much , you know , Barbara. The
Grange comes to me at the mother's
death , and she allows me two hundred
a year. I wish now I had got a pro
fession" a wistful expression of re
gret softening his eyes as he speaks.
The only son of his mother , and she
was a widow.
Ah , what a story those simple words
contain ! George Bouverie is his moth
er's idol , and sorely she moans over
her darling's shortcomings. Her views
are not his views , and she regards with
horror his increasing infatuation for
horse racing , a taste that is a crime in
the eyes of Mrs. Bouverie.
To please her , George sold his race
horse , but took to betting , a fact that
need not be known to any one but
himself.
Only to Barbara he has poured out
his remorse and regrets over himself
and his backslidiugs. To please her he
will give up everything , and Barbara
is content.
"I wish I could ask you in to lunch , "
she says naively , as they reach the
gloomy entrance gates of the Court ,
heavily shadowed with giant cypress
trees , and dank moss grows on the
pillars and the stone griffins sur
mounting them.
George smiles.
"Aunt Julia wouldn't be pleased to
see me , I fancy , " he says , looking
down at her. "I know she wants that
sour Sebastian to marry you she told
my mother so. "
Their hands meet in a lingering
pressure when Sebastian himself ap
pears upon the scene , his face dark
as night , his eyes furious.
"Morning , Bouverie , " he begins ,
with a curt nod ; and turns to Bar
bara. "My mother is looking for you ,
Barbara. Have you forgotten we have
an engagement this afternoon ? "
Barbara lifts her lovely eyes with
unconcealed scorn.
"My dear Sebastian , you know I told
your mother I could not stand a 10-
mile drive to drink tepid tea at Lady
Barry's. Not even your company , Se
bastian , could compensate for such an
infliction. "
Sebastian Saville may and does hate
young Bouverie ; but the instincts of
hospitality cannot be ignored.
"Won't you come in and have a bit
of lunch , Bouverie ? " he says. And
George , who realizes that it means an
other hour of Barbara's society , ac
cepts.
' .together the three walk up the long
avenue , where gnarled oaks meet over
head , and in the woods at either side
the moss grows deep and soft.
George swings along with his
springy step , and Sebastian looks with
envy at the young man's splendid fig
ure. He is tall himself , too , but awk
ward , and his face is forbidding.
Barbara walks between the two
men , and Sebastian notices the height
ened color in her cheeks , the radiant
light in her eyes. She does not know
that he can read her secret in her face ,
and the knowledge fills him with ang
er. Barbara is to be his wife ; no idle
flirtation must come between them ;
she is to be all his. Her beauty pleases
him , and he knows what Barbara is
ignorant of that she will be an
heiress.
Barbara's father wished her to be
brought up simply , with no knowledge
of the world's goods to fall to her lot.
So whatever George Bouverie may pos
sess in the way of faults , he is no for
tune hunter he loves Barbara for her
own self.
CHAPTER II.
Mrs. Saville is a peculiar looking
woman. She is seated in the long
drawing room when Barbara enters
with her two cavaliers , and she greets
George rather coldly , turning immedi
ately to Barbara.
"You are late , dear. You must dress
immediately after luncheon ; It is such
a long drive to Barrystown. " '
"Need I go ? " asks Barbara , looking
bored.
bored.Iy
, Iy dear , I wish it , " Mrs. Savillo
says decidedly , and turns to George.
"How Is your dear mother ? She looked
but poorly , latterly. "
"I think she is all right , " George re
plies , standing on the faded hearthrug
in his careless grace.
Altogether the Court and its in
mates are gloomy all except Barbara ,
whose clear young voice rings through
the rooms.
Luncheon is announced , and Mrs. Sa
ville rises and puts her jewelled hand
on the arm of George Bouverie.
"You and I will lead the way , " she
says , with a slow , unpleasant smile.
"Those two young people like to take
care of each other. "
As they pass across the great vault
ed stone hall Mrs Saville looks up at
the golden-haired young man at her
side and whispers :
"You must not covet forbidden fruit ,
Mr. Bouverie ; and I think , for your
own sake , it would be well not to
come too often to the Court. Your
mother knows my wishes for Bar
bara. "
The blood surges to the very roots
of his hair.
"I understand you , Mrs. Saville , " he
says , in a very low voice ; "but has not
Barbara a right to choose ? " There is
a passionate pride in the whispered
words.
"Barbara must be kept out of temp
tation , " Mrs. Saville rejoins as they
enter the dining room.
But George Bouverie's eyes arc full
of triumph , for has not Barbara made
her choice already ? He flashes a glance
at her as they take their places , and
Barbara's shy , lovely eyes meet his for
a brief second.
Everything at the Court is damp and
mouldy. The great dining room has
the atmosphere of a vault. A very
small fire burns in the grate , and a
seedy-looking butler shambles round
the table with his satellite , a beardless
youth imported from the stables ,
breathing hard and walking round on
tiptoe with awful and elaborate care
fulness.
The dining table is large ; but thece
is very little on it an alarming ex
panse of tablecloth and not much else.
Sebastian , fixing his eyeglass firmly ,
gravely carves a minute portion off a
joint , so small it will hardly go round.
The butler very carefully pours out a
very minute portion of sherry into
George Bouverie's glass , while the
scared lad from the stables travels la
boriously round with vegetables.
George does not care about luncheon ,
so the scantiness of the repast does not
affect him. Barbara is sitting oppo
site , and he can feast his eyes on the
beauty of her face ; while Sebastian's
unfriendly expression affects him not
at all.
Luncheon over , Mrs. Saville makes
an apology for deserting her guest , for
the carriage has been ordered early ,
the drive to Barrystown is long.
"It will only be au revoir , " George
says gaily , "I promised my mother to
take her to the Barry's affair this af
ternoon. A chrysanthemum show , I
believe. "
It is distinctly annoying , for this
very handsome young man will com
pletely monopolize Barbara.
"You will be rather late , Mr. Bou
verie , " responds Mrs. Saville icily.
"Oh , not at all , " George says pleas
antly ; while , with a nod and smile ,
Barbara runs off to dress for the party.
"I'll just hop across country and be at
the Grange in half an hour , " George
says gaily. "I wouldn't disappoint the
mother for the world. "
( To be continued. )
A Third Eye.
In ancient times a short-sighted sol
dier or hunter was almost an impos
sibility ; today a whole nation is af
flicted with defective vision. It is al
most certain that man once possessed
a third eye , by means of which he was
enabled to see above his head. The
human eyes formerly regarded the
world from the two sides of the head.
They are even now gradually shifting
to a more forward position. In .he
dim past the ear flap was of great
service in ascertaining the direction of
sounds , and operated largely in the
play of the features. But the muscles
of the ear have fallen into disuse , for
the fear of surprise by enemies no
longer exists. Again , our sense of
smell is markedly inferior to that of
savages. That it is still decreasing
is evidenced by observations of the
olfactory organs. But the nose still
indicates a tendency to become mors
prominent.
All a Mistake.
"Prisoner , " said a Maryland justice ,
" 'you have been found guilty of steal
ing a pig belonging to Col. Childers.
Have you anything to say before I
pass sentence ? " "I has , sah , " answer
ed the prisoner , as he rose up. "It's
all a mistake , jedge all a mistake. I
didn't dun reckon to steal from Kur-
nel Childers. What I was arter was
a hawg belongin' to Majah Dawson ,
an' how dem two animals got mixed
up and de constable found de meat in
my cabin am gwine to bodder me till
I come out o' jail an' lick de ole wo
man fer not keepin' better watch at
de doah ! " New York Tribune.
VTant Favored Stations.
Army officers stationed in this coun
try are all anxious to receive details
to the military schools in the different
states. Several of these details have
been recently made. As they are all
under the control of the president , it
generally takes some little influence to
obtain one.
Solomon was the wisest man. Who
was the wisest woman ?
FOE BOYS AND GIKLS .
SOME GOOD STORIES FOR OUR
JUNIOR READERS.
The Earlr Birds of Sprlnc A Spoiling
Test Parents Should Lead Children
in Their Rending An AivaUoued Con
science Child's Charity.
An Awakened Conscience.
Merry little urchins , full of fun and
noise ,
Not a care or trouble. Happy little
boys !
Through my open window , summer
breezes straying ,
Brings the shouts of school boys with
their marbles playing.
Watch the little fellow ; hear ' -'m
gaily jest ,
He is very lucky , winning from the
rest.
I hear a girl's voice saying : "Tom ,
you must not play
And keep the marbles that you win.
What will mamma say ? "
"Oh , " replies young Tommy , with a
happy smile.
As he adds more marbles to his grow
ing pile ,
"Nobody's a-cheatia' , we're all a-play-
in' fair ,
And I'm almost certain mamma would
n't care. "
So the game continues. Tommy still
is winning.
And he never questions whether he is
sinning.
Tommy's luck is changing , and tlia
happy smile
Leaves his face as quickly as the mar
bles leave his pile.
Now the game is ended , and he counts
the cost :
Crockeries , bibs and agates , all , oh , all
are lost !
"Give me back my marbles ! " Tommy
wildly weeps.
"Mamma says it's wicked when you
play for keeps. "
The Karly Birds.
After a long winter many of us are
too impatient for spring to wait for the
swelling of the buds , the opening of
the early flowers , and the springing of
the grass. Several weeks lie between
the end of winter and the truly genial
spring days , and during this interval
we look for something to herald the
settled spring season. And the thing
which gives us that for which we are
unconsciously looking , more than all
other signs , is the arrival of the birds.
Almost any warm day in early March
we may hear a thin , clear "tsssss" in a
high piping key , and on looking up , see
from one to five black birds , about the
size of orioles , flying in a strange undu
lating manner some up and some
down , with the wings held close to
their sides during the "drop" in their
flight. They are cow-birds. The flock
may swirl into the top of a tree and sit
close together. If this happens within
eyeshot , stop and watch them for a
moment. One or two of the males are
almost certain to utter the ridiculous
song of the species , which , like that of
their relatives , the grackles , is accom
plished by the most grotesque of ac
tions. The bird spreads its wings to
their utmost , spreads and elevates the
tail , stretches its neck upward and
forward , and then , quivering and tot
tering , nearly falls forward off the
perch. The mellow flute notes of the
meadow-lark float to us from the mid
dle of some large , open field , and are
among the most beautiful bits of bird
music we ever hear. They are not to
be represented by notes , and can only
be most inadequately described. There
is great variation in the sequence of
notes , but all are beautifully clear and
ringing , and have a decided tinge of
what would be sadness if it were not
so sweet. The bird flies in a very char
acteristic manner , never raising the
wings above the plane of the back ,
and when seen below the horizon line
always shows the white feathers in the
tail. His saffron breast and black
breastmark seldom show on the living
birds , and the mottled brown back is a
wonderful safeguard against his many
overhead enemies. Along the banks of
some lake or stream , sitting idly on a
telegraph pole or wire , rising and set
tling , elevating and depressing his
long , parted topknot , a patriarchal old
kingfisher may be seen silently await
ing the gleam of a shiner in the water
below. Or perhaps , you may first see
him flying like a big woodpecker ,
screaming his chattering cry , high in
the air , or scaling perilously close to
the water under the fringing hemlock
branches that overhang the stream.
His large size , slate-blue back , loud
notes and characteristic flight make
him"a hard bird to mistake. Louis
Agassiz Feurtes in Cornell Nature
Leaflet.
Parents Help Your Children.
Long ago , when the first child was
small , juvenile books were few in the
home , but a child's paper was sub
scribed for and its pages read to the
little ones long before they could read
themselves. Its weekly coming was
looked forward to with a pleasure
equal to that with which a new book
in daintiest binding is welcomed now ,
and we believe that the taste now
evinced by the grown up children oE
this family dates from the days when
their mother interpreted the mysteri
ous printed pages to their childish
minds. When these children could
read a monthly paper and an occasion
al book provided their much-prized
reading material , we believe that the
very scarcity of such matter made it
more highly appreciated. Now their
collection of books is larger , but the
younger ones are encouraged to read
by the interest the older ones display ,
by some member fading aloud , and by
being made the possessor of some
much discussed book. But the whole
matter summed up is that if wo wish
to make the greatest possible use o
literature in the work of education , we
must begin where most good things do
begin away back in childhood at
home.
A Spelling Test.
If you can spell every word correctly
in the fol'owing rhymes all legitim
ate expressions you may consider
yourself qualified to enter a spelling
bee :
Stand up , ye spellers , now and spell
Spell phenakistoscope and knell ;
Or take some simple work as chilly ,
Or gauger or the garden lily ,
To spell such words as syllogism ,
And larchrymose and synchronism ,
And Pentateuch and saccharine ,
Apocrypha and celadine ,
Jepnine and homeopathy ,
Paralysis and chloroform ,
Rhinoceros and pachyderm ,
Metempsychosis , gherkins , basque ,
Is certainly no easy task.
Kaleidoscope and Tennessee ,
Kamchatka and erysipelas ,
And etiquette and sassafras ,
Infallible and ptyalism ,
Allopathy and rheumatism ,
And cataclysm and beleaguer ,
Twelfth , eighteenth , rendezvous , in
triguer ,
And hosts of other words all found
On English and on classic ground ,
Thus , Behring Straits and Michaelmas ,
Thermopylae , jalap , Havana ,
Cinquefoll and ipecacuanha
And Rappahannock , Shenaudoah ,
And Schuylkill and a thousand more ,
Are words some prime good spellers
miss
In dictionary land like this.
Nor need one think himself a scroyle ,
If some of these his efforts foil.
Nor deem himself undone forever ,
To miss the name of either river.
The Dneiper , Seine or Guadalquivir.
St. Aufjnstlne , Florida.
"Dear Friends : Here is something
about a Florida city : The houses in
St. Augustine are built of coquina.
There is an island called Anastasia ,
which has a lighthouse on it. It is
called Ponce de Leon's barber pole. It
is striped red and white. They call it
that because a Spaniard by that name
hunted there for a fountain that the
Indians told him about. They said
there was a magic fountain , and that
if any man would drink out of it he
would become well and strong forever.
In the middle of the city there is a
building called the old stone market ,
where they used to sell slaves. There
are three principal hotels. One of
them is named the Ponce de Leon. It
has 375 rooms in it. The next is the
Cordova , and the next is the Alcazar.
They are each built around a court.
There are beautiful palm trees by the
hotels. There are flowers and trop
ical fruits there also. There is a man
in St. Augustine who has a lot of tame
birds. He has taught a crane to
dance. Sometimes if he feels in the
humor for it he will dance for com
pany.
"Josephine Hello way (8 ( years old ) .
"Kirkland School , Chicago. "
A Child's Charitable Idea.
A little girl in Dublin has thought
of a bright plan for doing good. She
has suggested that every child in the
United Kingdom by the name of Doro
thy , which is her own pretty name , of
course , shall contribute one shilling to
ward the establishment of a child's
bed in a certain hospital. This sug
gestion has already met with enthu
siasm by many children , and the
"Dorothy fund" will probably be more
than enough for the purpose intended.
The proposal of this little girl has
awakened interest In other children al
so , and "Mary" and "Marjorie" collec
tions have also been started , with in
dications of future success. This is a
good thought and worthy of attention ,
and the little girl who first proposed
it has doubtless started a plan that
will be far reaching in its results.
Youthful Diplomacy.
The grocery man on the corner re
lates that a couple of days ago a little
girl entered his emporium and timidly
laying down a dime asked for 10 cents'
worth of candy.
"It's for papa , " she said. "I want to
'sprise him when he comes home. "
The grocery man proceeded to dig
out some of his stock , when the little
girl interposed.
"Don't give me that kind. Give me
caramels. I just love caramels. "
"But I thought these were for papa , "
the grocery man remarked.
"I know , " explained the little girl ,
"but when I give them to papa he'll
just kiss me and say that 'cause I'm
such a generous little girl he'll give
them all back to me. So you'd better
give me caramels. " Memphis Scimi
tar.
The Honey Bee.
Awake , little mortals ,
No harvest for those
Who waste their best hours
In slothful repose.
Come out , come out , to the morning
All bright things belong
And listen a while , and listen a while
To the honey bee's song ;
Merrily singing , busily winging ,
Industry ever its own reward bringing.
Barry Cornwall.
Mary's Good Ulemory.
One day the teacher told little Mary
that when she was reading and saw
two "o's" or two "e's" or two "f's" to
gether , or any two letters , she should
call them double o , double e , double f
and the like. Mary has a very good
memory , so the next day when she saw
the line "up , up , high flies the bird. "
she read it. "Double up flies the "oird. "
Pounds
"DEAR MRS * PINKHAM-
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"Had continual head"
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"Every one noticed how f
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Compound
"One bottle relieved
me , and after taking eight
bottles am now a healthy
woman ? have gained in
weight from 95 pounds to
MOf everyone asks what
makes me so stout * "
MRS * A * TQILE 1946 Hil
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durable. Put up In dry pow-
flered form , In flve-pouna pack
ages , with full directions.
LL. kalsomlnes are cheap , tem
porary preparations made from
whltingr. chalks , clays , etc. .
and stuck on walls with de-
J2.anImaI glueALABAS -
TINE is not a kalsomlne.
EWARE of the dealer -who
? ays , 9 can BeU y ° u the "same
"
thing" ag AL.ABASTINE or
. something Just aa good. " , Ha
is either not posted or Is tryIng -
Ing to deceive you.
ND IX OFFERING something
ne has bougnt cheap and tries
to sell on ALABASTIXE'S de
mands , he may not realize the
Sa as1 you wlu suffer by a
kalsomlne on your walls.
dealers will not buy
k one by
umers by using
- A1a ° astino Co
r- ,
own to make
? wa coat
ing to mix with cold water.
HE INTERIOR WALLS of
every church and school should
° e coated only with pure dur
able ALABASTINE. It safe
guards health. Hundred of
tons used yearly for this tvork.
N BUYING ALABASTINE
customers should avoid
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