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sort of fellow / really am she would certainly
turn cold shoulder to me at once. When
am in her company fell terrible humbug,
because 1 can't help seeing that she places me
on pedestal to which have no claim. Some
times think 1t would be better for both il the
illusion were dspelled. It's devlish hard to
live up to any ideal standard, you know. But
she good girl. mind you, and q modest and
there's no harm done, save twinge or two of
heartache. perhaps.
If she knew what a poor sort of fellow he
really was,
Well, she had every opportunity of learning
it, for this conversation being carried on in no
very measured tones, and the windows of the
room being open. Bronwen, in the garden
below gathering potherbs for dinner. had
small chance of escaping the unwelcome
knowledge. She started and gasped as though
| knife had suddenly pierced her, then with a
cry like that of a wounded creature she crept
| away to covert. Alone in her little bed
chamber she had battle with the demons of
wounded vanity, despair, hatred and shame.
She lost her senses for the time being, and
was prey to every evil thought that chose to
creep into her aching heart
He has played me false! Thomas was
| right after all, though hated him for saying
it. And now it is the other-the one that
| smiled and deceived melt is him hate. All
the time he was doing his utmost to gain my
heart ne was engaged to-to lady in his own
rank of life-as Thomas said. All. yesI lady
with money. Well. let him sell his sou, for
gold and then l hope it may be cursed to him!
MAY ii turn to pebbles in his grasp, like as tho
fairy gold does! At least l can be honestly
! grateful that have no gold wherewith to buy
love!
''But he might have had the grace to keep
| silence concerning me. To make a mock OF
me to his friend--it is too much" George had
never done this; but the wounded maynard
creature chose to imagine it. ITO laugh even
because believed HIM good and true. How
pprhDng he n lanOh a
me with her. Oh God. what pain was there!
Why should / suffer? l have done no wrong.
hate pain. He is to blame for my suffering.
Ay, and he is to blame also because no longer
| feel good. He it is who raised the evil spirit
| within me which l cannot Danish. Could l be
sure of dragging him with me would God
in heaven, pardon me and keep me from
| crime!'
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A Sou0iu the Night.

Sing on sing, for the night is dark, and the dawn
ing tarries long.
And the woe of the land Of Swallowing wings IL
stilled by the sound OF song,
There is never light the land tonight, there is
never star In the sky,
Only the glance OF the lightning lance and the
white waves leaping high.
"where Winters royal robe Of SHOWS
And knightly corselet CLEAN,
Lie hid the fragrance of the rose,
The music OF the stream.
"waitine until the days shall bring,
From out the golden SOUTH,
The fairy prince to Ind the SDfing,
And kiss her on the mouth
"He comes although he tarries long.
And then, my heart, ah, then
The stream shall sing the hills among,
The rose shall bloom again"
Sing, oh sing, for the words are sweet and the
night is full OF fear.
The nameless terror that nies abroad in the dark
The pale sea cries to the murky skies, and the
sword OF a song alone
Can sever the spell that the powers Of hell Ter
the tortured earth have thrown.
"By her fairy lover kissed,
She from happy dreams shall waken,
When the shining silver mist
Winds OF dawn to gold have shaken.
"When she wakes across the hills
swift shali dart the happy swallow,
And the golden daffodils
Dance IN every misty hollow.
"When the glory of her eyes
Meets his eyes that shine above her,
Music clear and glad shall rise
sweet from lawn and leafy cover.
'Far through an enchanted land.
Where the winds with song are laden,
They shall wander, hand In hand.
Happy youth and happy maiden.
WESTWARD, ever westward drawn,
Birds and blossoms wi them bringing,
They shall follow with the dawn
Till they hear the seas wild singing"
Soft signs the breeze, and the stars in the east
grow pale,
Shines far on the seas boat with a silver sail,
vale.
Away, away, by creek and bay,
Their fairy bark they steer,
One long delight, by day and night,
Though all the golden year.
The sea birds swing on tireless wing,
The waves. with rhythmic beat,
For evermore along the shore
Their world-old song repeat
And borne on winds afar,
The silver echoes I'LL
The vault OF heaven from star 10 star
The earth from hill 70 hill"
Sing oh sing. for the night is past the sun shines
over the sea,
And the heart OF the world is a song of love and
hope for the days 10 be:
Inc terror that flies through the midnight skies
and the powers Of the dark gone;
III the music ILLS the schoing hills, heart Of my
heart sing on! ID. j. ROBERTSON.
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A Pathetic Association.
From the Detroit Free Press.

From the Detroit Free Press.
Zone Of the saddest sights il was ever nv ex-
perience TO witness" remarked q veteran bag
gage smasher, fell under my obssrvation!yes-
terday on my run between Detroit and Chi.
cago.
"They pushed in a rough boz at the latter
station and saw by the tag that it was marked
for Detroit Well, 1t was only another corpse,
and as there isn't much sentiment about men
in our line we pushed the box over in . corner
and went on with our rough talk.
"A few moments later an old gentleman hob
bled up 70 the door of the car, just az We we're
ready 10 pull out. He was leading little three
year-old girl by the hand He lifted her into
the car and without word kissed the child ten
derby and turned away.
II took the little waif mp tenderly (for ve
sometimes have human baggage) and as ] did
so noticed q tag around her neck IL reads
Take care of Eulslia until she gets TO Detroit,
where she will be received by her frienda' At
once the situation dswned upon me and great
lump came into my throat as in q low voice I
asked the child where were her friends. The
little one opened her big blue eyes and said
softly: Mamma is over there in the boz and
am all alone Yes, indeed, my friend, Ne ere
living In Q strange world"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-07-26
CHAPTER IL

1t was to Beldon merely the folly OF the
moment; but it meant much more than that to
poor, ignorant Bronwen.
A food Of strong and new sensations was
rushing over her, like great and overwhelm-
ing wave, and she gave herself up TO them en-
tirely, and became lost to all but the delicious
dream of happiness and love.
To do the girl justice no sordid faint entered
into her dream. The petty pride which MANY
girls in her position might have felt in being adj
mired by one superior in rank was totally absent
from Bronwen's mind. From sheer ignorance
il from nothing else-she was democrat Liv-
ing in world OF her own, q world where social
barriers were unknown, she had no idea of
their real importance. Tho solid, material facts
Of life appeared to her az the unreal, and the
idealisms rs the tangible. Her soul was. there
fore, eXquisitsly and rarely free from any msr-
cenary or snobbish influence.
Thus IL was that there seemed to her nothing
outrageous in the notion that this gentleman
should love girl whom he pronounced to be
80 charming and 80 lovable. But from these
blissful dreams she was destined to receive Q
rude awakening.
The sudden barking of Q dog startled her
from her msditstions, and looking across the
stream toward the opposite part Of the hill she
saw that Math, the collie belonging to Thos.
Gwynn. was driving the flock Of sheep which
were feeding there down the mountain. She
followed them with her eyes as they steeple-
chased over stone walls and down the steep
slopes, outstripping in their headlong fight
even the fieet-footed Math. Then she became
aware for the first time that Maths master was
standing on the opposite bank and regarding
her moodiy. He came across when their
chances met, leaping. with the sure and agile
footing Of . mountainesr, from boulder to
boulder.
Where ID the Rnglishman2" he asked in q
grun sort Of way, looking strangely at her a.
ne made the inquiry. ~ thought he was with
you this morning on the mountain"
Bronwen's eyes dropped in some confusion.
know where he is9" she replied. hesitat inely.
and yet with certain defiance in her tone.
fdi ddim IN wiz. Wyddoch chwi yn lawn.
NJ veiais chvi IN rhoi ousan iddo!" ('.It ID
no. Tus, lou Know veil enough. I saw you
angry voice.
And Il you did7 What u II TO your"
He said nothing. only looked Al her With
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A Base Ball Prince.

From the Louisville Courier Journal
In an elegant suite of apartments ss the
Louisville Hotel, that were too expensive for
Nilsson and Mary Anderson, il installed Gen.
Henry Brinker, railroad mAgnats, banker ana
capitalist, of Rochester. Gen. Brinker n
president and owner of the Rochester AmerS-
can Association Base Ball Club, and i slmost
the owner Of the entire Rome, Watsrtovn ana
Ogdensburg railroad. Gen. Brinker 10 trsveI-
ing with his base ball club. not because he b Q
fan. - base ball reporters have it, but be-
cause base ball h q fad with him ana he /. Ont
for fun and pleasure, and 10 having II He dat
get much pleasure at Eclipse Park yesterday
when the Lou,svilles beat his pets two ganss
in one day.
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from mine-and forget me-" she said. with de-
cision. You cannot restore the flower when
its petals have once fallen Another year may
bring another bloom-and so will il be with
you." she added, with a slight touch OF con-
tempt in her tone, but the same flower lives
never again
go back to your world, therefore, and let
me go back to mine" Here she pointed TO
Noel Carrig. Il have much TO learn yet of my
foster mother. Nature. must find out how TO
guide my unruly spirit and 10 root the evil out
Of my heart Nature will teach me this and
bring me peace again. Md oes arnAf oisiau
cariad aralli II want no other lover
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Quick to Take q Hint.

From the Detroit Free Prsss
Yesterday morning tall, slim man, wearing
faded Greeley hat and well enveloped in q
linen buster Of ancient date, entered the Wood.
bridge street station and said to the ser.
gesnt:
II Just came in on the train. Look at me
and see II I resemble Capt Kidd or Charley
Ross"
Il can't see that you do" replied the SER
S' Blu. peopI. are looking q. me and grin.
ming. Anything wrong in my dress?"
well that-that dustsr is q little Oh, per-
haps."
"oh! it's the dusssr. People don't wear 'em
any more, eh?'
mot that style and color"
81 see: TIM little ancient9"
"a trihe."
well, Of she comes. bought Il In this
town six years ago. The man warranted il to
me a q combination Of duster, hammock, dy-
ing jib, liver pad bed blanket burglar alarm.
acter, and 1t has pulled me through q steam
boat explosion, two railroad smash-ups hotel
ere and half . dozen free fights. Kinder hate
to 20 back on her, but style il style. II the
styls has changed then I've got 70 change with
He pulled Il Oh, rolled IL into bundle and
laid ii on . chair and said:
"Give il to some poor and disconsolats man
some one who hasnt sensitive soul II has
kept out the hies, warded Oh the moths and
sayed me from rattlssnakes and mad dogs, but
the time has come when We must part When
4 strike DesrOit and hear . boy call out Is that
thing alive? know be means me and that
dustsr. When 70 up street and Q man calls
ont, schooner ahoyrI know he means that
dustsr and me. When get into car and see
TIE women look me over and then hitch away
I know they ere vonderfng which Of N Ii Who
and whether Il will bite o. not I'm too sensi-
tive by hall, but I can't help IL leave her in
your banda Goodbye"
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DHcking q Mischievous Girl.

From the Philadelphia Press-
The Siamese are so near the equator that
they have about the same hot weather the wear
around. Every man, woman and child in Bang
kok takes plunge into the river at least three
times day. or the 700, 900 people in the city
at least 500, 600 live in floating houses, and in
asmuch az the summer costume of the lower
classes consists OF garment about the size of a
turkish towel IL is not much trouble for them
70 go In bathing. They battle on the steps OF
their houses and stand up to the waist in the
water, grunting delightedly as they pour buck
etful after bucketful over themselves and thei
neighbors. The Burmese man and woman
take bath every night after dinner This
bath 10 merely pouring water over the person.
not TO wet the hair. At New Years. when the
weather 10 az hot as our summer, these people
have what they call a water feast, and at TINS
time the whole nation throws water upon one
another. All the pretty girls go out with
buckets and the boys have squirt-guns, and for
three days there il nothing but water splash.
ing. The foreigners Of Rangoon also engage
In this, and the Chinese celebrate the feas,
with the rest One Chinaman rigeed mn 4
hydrant with Q two-inch pipe during the
last feast, and, a. his house was on the main
street, he had the bulge, a. it were, on every
one else. He engaged a coolie to work the
machine all day. and, as he was selling water
works, he had good advertisement in addition
to his fun. A swell Englishman arrived In
Burmah last year during this feast. He went
to call on one Of the leading men Of Rangoon
in tall silk hat and black clothes and was met
at the door by girl with a bucket of water.
The girl asked him in Burmese whether he was
observing the water feast and he. supposipg
that she wanted to know whether he had come
to see her father, nodded his head and with
that nod this whole bucket of water went over
his silk hat and down the back of his collar,
completely drenching him. During the same
time another party Of Englishmen were told
that some girls were coming to throw water on
them. They had the servants bring out the
bath tub and put it on the veranda, and when
the girls came they got possession Of the bath
tub and splashed the Englishmen until one of
them, rushing in, seized one of the maidens
and, lifting her up, dropped her into the tub.
This was considered very impolite and the
young man who did il suffered by receiving no
further attention from the Burmese beautiss
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growth Of hair, 70 keep its color natural . n
youth, and 70 remove dandrud. Ne oaly HAuS
Hair remover.
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Pooling a Balky Horse.

horse-car nag baked In front Of the Uni
versalist Church at $50 last evening and de-
clined to 60 further in the direction of Green
vile. The driver, after striking the bell to 20
ahead, tried several times to coax the animal
forward without avail Finding he could not
have his way he concluded to let the horse
have his, 30, turning the horses around, he at
tached them TO the other end of the car and
started toward Franklin Square, an eighth of
mile away. The horses made good time 70
that terminus Of the road in front of the Wan
regan House They were then taken to the
Greenville end OF the car and given another
start They were given free rein and passed
the Universalist Church at q rate Of speed
which promised to make up for the DELAY
caused by the drivers maneuver That driver
had evidently argued with the horse before
and knew just how to calm him down and
make him do his best
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sswhy didnt yeu ny 10 save your mothsr-in-
law vhen she fell IN the water2"
sWhy7 For the simple reason that nothins
ever % suits e."-ISo@ ~ F2iseands Bad.
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And then he remembered that the last of
dear Clara's letters remained unanswered.
II will answer 1t in person, that will be best
She is already dissatisfied with my prolonged
absence, and if once she grows suspicious
therell be the devil to pay
Poor Bronwen! / hope she's not too hard
hit She's a beautiful ideal sort of creature.
entirely out of place in the kitchen of farm,
house. And yet-heigh-ho! l suppose she III
end by marrying that grim-faced fellow and
sinking all her idealism in the practical work
OF farmers wife. Well, il is no business of
mine, but one can't help feeling sorry, all the
same"
In this and similar fashion did the weak man
soliloquize, while screwing up his resolution to
the point of leaving the farm and the girl to-
gether. Fortunately for the fulfilmeut of this
resolution, friend of his, a young fellow who
was making pedestrian tour through the dis
trict, paid him flying visit that day, and by
his idle talk brought matters to a climax
Since morning Bronwen had kept very ouiet
and Stunned observation, busying herself with
various household tasks, but 1t SO happened
that the visitor caught sight Of her, neverthe-
less, and took occasion to chat his friend about
the ''pretty wild Welsh lassie."
80, SO, Master George! this is why you've
kept your address so snug!' he began at once
after the senseless fashion of youngsters. II
can assure you had the greatest difficultv IN
hunt you out The world forgetting, by the
world forgot, that sort Of business, eh2 WELL
ASousfatuidte you Ou your td5tc. lOr SHE'S I'M
commonly good looking and sufficient excuse
for any fellows seclusion.
but, look here, old boy-keep it dark. Don't
you forget that Clara Haldane is an heiress and
that those Johnnies that hang round her will
be only too delighted to have their knives into
you. Well, well. you needn't look SO black
for all the world like an embodied thunder
cloud; one gets enough Of them In this beastlv
wet country without you beginning to initiate
the weather! I'll tell no tales, you may be
surer
The lad ratified on in this shallow. frivolous
fashion for few minutes, then suddenly his
face grew grave and he laid his hand on the
shoulder Of Beldon.
"Get out Of this, he said, in more serious
tone. "You are engaged, and to one who will
make you good wife, but you are not treating
her well. Don't for heavens sake-don't get
into mischief! Go back to Clara as soon IA
possible. Therel that's my advice, and Won
may quarrel with me for giving it unasked if
you are fool enough"
Mr.. Beldon kept his eyes fixed on the ground
Then he appeared to shake of some trouble.
some thought which kept recurring, and Turned
with q somewhat forced smile to his friend.
Thanks, old fellow. am not fool enourh
for that You mean well, and on the whole
your advice 10 sound. But you are needlessiv
alarmed. Bronwen Llanaber il a strange. nm
usual sort Of o creature-not wholly BELONGING
TO this world Of prossic facts So much hss
she lived in these mountain solitudes that she
II not to be judged BY the Same rules q We
ordinary mortalA II she knew what Q poor
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derful care and tenderness When he was suf
ficiently recovered to leave the place he had
grown to love, in q much more Gsnine fashion
the girl who had nursed him.
II Bronwen would then have consented he
would have married her at once
The dear Clara had behaved in neither ,
pleasant nor q womanly manner, expressing
her entire disbelief in the extent of his Injuries
and writing to release him from an engage.
ment that had evidently grown irksome TO him.
His pride was up in arms directly and he in
turn wrote-or rather dictated an answer to his
friend, the same who came to see him once be-
fore-a letter in which he entirely scouiesced
In that release. His arm being broken in two
places he was Of course disabled, but his
friend, disguised In turn with the heartlessness
OF the spoiled heiress, was in no wise avsrse to
the task.
1t was all very we'll being OF with the old
love, but the new declined, nevertheless, to
have anything more to say to him. During
that terrible timo on the mountain Bronwen'G
brief, hot passion had burned itself out The
tenderness Of . nurse for patient whose life
she had saved by careful attendance was herr
for him, but no other. Every remembrance of
her brief passion Of love and Of hate now filled
her with loathing unutterable. All she now
longed for was that George should bs SUM-
with him every trace Of the past should vanish.
It took considerable tune to convince him
Of this, but there came at length . day when
she made it quite clear. "But you loved me
once. dear2" he pleaded sadly.
girl knew nothing Of the worlds you
have said rightly am wiser now. Il wa
most likely some creation Of my own foolish
imagination that loved" she went on,
dreamily. "At least, every feeling Of that sort
Il gone-.forever. neither love you NOR hsts
you any longer. How can you wish to marry Q
woman who once longed for your dsath2" she
Anished, with dash Of her old IRE.
'You we're mad and not responsible for your
thou{hta Besides, do ] not owe you my life
sincef The doctor told me 90"
Then the debt 70 paid % much The bettegs
DO back - your world, which q % diGsroni
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cry used to bring cows home. and lifting his
eyes the astonished man saw just for one mo-
ment the original owner Of the COW standing
there. Helter-skelter from field and byre
Game the numerous progeny Of the milky
mother, and, following close at her feet,
sscended the lower slopes of the mountain
where, marvellous to behold, the rock a. the
bottom OF the crags opened and the train
passed within The chagrin of the farmer NAV
be better imagined than described us be rushed
trsntically after his herd. to find nothing there
but solid rock, for the place where they had
entered closed up behind them Immediately
and appeared exactly as before.
Then with low and timorous voice she vould
peak Of those who had spent the night uuon
ME dread summit OF Cader Idris and spoken
With the great enchanter who is forced To hannt
that spot until the day Of Judgment, and how
pome had lost their reason, and some had died.
which they ventured.
But this morning Bronwen did not appear in
the mood for acting the part Of recontsur.
III Is only upon nights of moonlight or fire.
hghi when one really cares for those" she re-
Piled 10 ms enreatles, IN that slow and careful
Eng!ish which sounded to him SO pretty with
It's separation OF words and its emphasis upon
the second syIlables. Are not the sun and the
flowers sufficient for US this morning."
And the young man assented TO this vonaav-
Ing little at her poetic way Of looking AZ ma.
ture.
1t was indeed Q perfect day. Acrose the
sides of the mountains fitted in an ever.
changing pbantasmagoria the mighty shadows
OF the clouds. Overhead, on restless wing.
lowered hawk. The silence, save for the
distant bleating of q sheep or the hummina OF
he bees among the blossoming heather. VA
complete. With the sweet, fresh air Of the
morning mingled right well the scent Of
heather and fern.
George, his task completed, lay back upon
the hillside with his face upturned to the sky
aud felt perfectly content and happy.
In his little tin case were two or three plants
found by him for the first time and he had Q
aice girl near him whose presence completed
The charm of the scene.
Mr. Beldon was not firt In the common &C.
ceptation of the word; ct least, he would have
shuddered a, the notion as vulgar and coarse.
Bat he could never resist the temptation Of