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The morning times., 1896-04-05

Finally the interminable service was
over. He listened for the voice, but il
came no more.
Avoiding The worshlpers who exchanged
friendly greetings with one another, n.
slipped out of a side door and went into
the old church yard.
Could the dead come 10 life? Did his
eyes deceive him, or was that!
jean, Jcan!'' ne falterel.
She turned toward him, the amber light
In her eyes kindled TO the flame that never
was on ian or Sea, and tn is the two looked
at each other for one moment Then her
woman's heart knew that here at last was
love. She made one faint gesture OF
welcome, and in an instant the miracle OF
The divine union of two human lives had
been accomplished.
And SO you thought | was dead?'' she
said after While. They thought /
would de In that attack OF fever, but l
was too strong" She laughed little
Spencer Gregg caught her hand ard
kissed 1t. DO not speak of DEATH he
said. This is the festival of birth, OF
resurrection, OF reincarnation, OF life
When l Leard your voice in the choir
today | knew that lf you were dead
your voice was alive. To me YOU have
come back from another word, for [
never doubted the report. Today we
will begin life together and every Easter
season shaii be a double anniversary TO us.
Jean looked up at the strong man who
held her protectingly In his arms
do you remember that last night in
the meadow" she said.
Spencer Gregg looked at her as men
look at the women they love.
Il remember that / was blind that
night but now l See" he said.
AS they passed out OF the church yard
the bells cbimed again.
They are ringing for our marriage
said he
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Jean was dead. Only today had he
heard the tidings, and since then he had
been like one dementcd. AS he sat in the
twilight, with only the discordant noises
OF the city and his own miserable reflection
for company memory tormented him with a
thousand ghosts.
Again he saw Jean. A gain those won
derful eyes met his and thrilled him
through and through; again he heard her
voice, a 5 he had heard it hundreds of times
in the happy old days, singing. Again he
saw her rare sweet smile, and like breath
out Of paradise came wave Of that un-
forgotten ma agnetic influence that was part
of her and enveloped her wherever she
went.
Oh, if he could see her for one moment as
she stood in the twilight by the old mea dow
bars year ago! What madness had pos
sessed him theni How could he have been
so blind as not 10 see that deep. divine,
tender love that noble woman's heart had
lavished upon him and that he had refusedl
In one swift lightning flash he saw her
purity and his own sclfishneSs. With
man unrequited love means pursuit; with
a woman it means remuneration.
Spencer Gregg groaned. Too late he
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Literary Notes.

y
Sarah Grand's real name is Mrs. Haldane
McFall
Mark Rntherford's latest story is "clara
Hopgood."
It is said that Ian Maclaren has been Of
fered $4,000 by an American ;, aSazine
publishing company for the serial rights to
his forthcoming book. No wonder he left
the pulpit.
Unpublished works OF Edward Gibbon
are TO be brought out shortly in three
volumes. They will contain bis aulobi-
oGraphy and much correspondence.
Rochefort's Memoirs proved as tristling
with surprises as an unCaged p0rcupine.
Hitherto ourrcvealedfactSofo o. old Inonnrchical
DAYS and the last emperorS fal are lald
before the public.
Ian Maclaren is coming to America in
October TO lecture. This good Scotch gen.
tleman writes clean literature, though
occasionally sentimental. But sentiment
is better than sin.
raphyof Madame Ge Navarro, better kn OVID
as Miss Mary Anderson, will te included
portraits by Mr.. G. F. Watts, Mr.. G. r..
Boughton and Mr.. +. Millet.
Some one having seized the spirit OF the
Bible, now goes for the letter, and diseov-
ers, after tedious figuring. that the au-
773,764 words and 3.56G,482 letters.
An American poet whose work is worth
readir~ has teen found in Ernest McGaf-
fey. His poems have virility and melody.
They show both a natural gift OF elo-
quence and literary cultivation.
Five short autograph poems by Robert
Burns were sold recently in Iondcn for
$3.50, three long letters for $3T0, and thre e
short ones for sos. AT the same tine
seven letters Of Sir waiter Scott were sold
for about $27.50 apiece.
Ruskin's seventy-seventh birthday was
quietly celebrated at his country for.e
among the Lakes. His health is reported
fairly good for so advanced an age. He
takes long walks, plays chess and reads
novels.
From Herman Trimm of Berlin las re-
ccived from the emperor the order of Pour
lie Merite., 1T was conferred on him at
the same time as upon Bismarck, and is a
deserved recognition of his lifelong deyo-
ton to the highest ideals of arts and letters.
A movement is on foot for the erection
Of a suitable memorial to DR.. johnson at
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AT EASTER.
"A Light That Was Never on
Land or Sea-"
BY MARY c. FRANCIS.

Copyrighted, 1896, by Mary C. Francls.l
II was the eve of Easter. Twilight had
fallen over the crest or the mountain du
hour since, and now the plain below lay
silent in a haze of misty light, wrapped in
the ineffable swoon OF silence aud mystery
which makes night the eternal Sphinx OF
creation.
The season was far advanced for April,
and Tie wooing breath that flOaJed across
the valley wasiaden with that warm, eartny
smell that rises wh IN the bosom ofthe earth
is first stirred from its cold stun ber. A
vague, delicious odor was waited on the
night wind; OF the low range of foothills
away TO the southwest there burned a row
ofbrush fires, their rsmokeandflane esstrange-
ly fanlasti in the silverei air.
The girl leaning against the meadow bars
turned her face up to the sky, bat her wide,
solemn eyes Sl " no. The beauty oTJhc night
Deep into the vault she gaZed, her attitude
intense, he: fingers interlace ! ultilJhe VEINS
stood out, her head turned slightly 10 catch
the footfan she knew 50 well.
As the SOFT light IUl upon her there
il showed Il face and form al once striking
aud unCGmmon; a tall, strong, young
Jg4re, Il trlle more mature tlan graceful,
a face set in Soml}eT melancholy. a broad
white brow, an aurSolc of red-hrown hair.
amber fleck in their pupils.
There was the s0und OF little twigs
breaking under a quick fooistCp. The
girl started and drew herself up in reso
lutte attitude. "Ah, Jean, are you there?
Have you waited long Tor mc?" He
vaulied lightly over the meadow bars and
cIasped both of her hands in Ills. A slight
ircmor shock the girls frame. You are
cold,' lie said hastily. 'You must not
be i'll, If You do you Will not be able to
sing tomorrow" As he spoke he took
the wrap She had lett lying Lnneeded and
placed il carefully about her shoulders.
An iuScTutable expression fitted over
the girls count@nancc. She drew away
from him impCrCe ptibly.
81 am not coid,' She said, and / s hail
not he i'll for tomorrow"
He toGk a St.p nearer her aud looked
long and deeply into her eyes.
"Our last day" he said.
A silence Ie.l Ielween them. The fresh
breeze swept Gown from the foothills
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A wear had ma SSed.

n ste'i phcStU.
once more it was the eve OF Easter.
He had forgotten the holiday, and as lie
walked idly in the flower market that after.
noon he had been struck by the great masses
OF flowers and the white lily bells that had
met him everywhere.
You have a very fine assortment" he
said TO the flower woman in heILarket. The
woman looked surprised.
III is Easter, sir, she said.
Spencer Gregg started as If he had teen
struck. Easter! Was it q year since
=!
He bought rot Of Annunciation lilies,
scarcely knowing what lie did, and or
Gered them sent 10 his apartments, and
after "A while he went there himself.
u was dusk now. and as he sat in his
lonely rooms be heard nGught save the
muffled roar of the city, ike a hungry
wild Least, floating in at his windows.
The sweet, oying fragrance of tie lilies
smJte ovcrpUwerinGly on his senses. They
had smclIed just so last Easter when she
had sung ''AlClUjah! Alleluiahr' and his
senses had ached n sight OF ter.
Fool. fool that lie lad Lecn. year ago
lie had Leen wealthy, Courted, puffed up
with the pride Of life and tie folly CT posi-
lion. The lust of the wCrld had blinded
his eyes and hardened his heart. He had
throw away jewel and chosen tie huSks
That the swine refused instead, and now
just heaven had Zee nited him according to
Ills iniuuiiy. With tie loss of his 1Cftune
butterfly adhcrentS and false friends had
melted away like snow in the sunshine and
when his nature, purified by misfortunes
OF come worldly drosS, turned toward more
spiritual aspirations, tie final blow came.
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and as he looked lnngingly at her he Won
dereii dreamily if it were possible this
was the same girl with whom he had stood
In the dream light OF the night before.
Pshawi IL was ali u dream, IL fantasy at
best. True. she had stirred his blood and
turned his head~for the time being, hnt IL
was impossible that he s!lCaii II .fy her.
What did itmatter fhis boodleaped along
his veins at sight o!ue-!! Ii T..S mere u. I.
Of propinquity. Alter church lie would bid
her formal adiea, and then away u lresu
fields and pastures new.
The dronng sermon came 10 an end at
last. Spencer Gregg was surrounded by q
number who knew OF his intende departure.
When az IasJ he freed himself from them and
looked around for Jean, she was nowhere
TO be seen.
Miss Montgomery has gone home,'' they
said, and Spencer Gregg fei; a strange cou-
traction at his heart.
'Ah, will you be so kind AS to say au
revoir TO her for mc?'' he said to a neigh
Dor. Il had intended 10 do so in person,
but ! have missed that pleasure
As he walked home alone, he wondered
when life would be SO sweet again as il had
been for the past three months.
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bearing The spicy odOrs OF the burning
brush; The smoke wcatLed in strange fam
iastic shapes on the distant lOTiZon, like
wralJhSOf Gc1dlOvcS. Spencer GreggstCOd
as though sEelbound and gazed into the
face OF the girl who fTCm tie first hour
he had met her HHd filled lis life with a
new fascination. Attracted by her charm
and baftlCd by her pride he had admired
end all but loved her. He fancied himself
TOO much her 'CCial superior 10 wed Eer,
yet coming on tie eve or his departure for
The East 10 say farewell, the beauty ana the
witchcry Of the LOur and The warm, mag
netic personality OF the girl worked like
magic in his brain, and in one SWIFT
instant he felt that common leTitaGe Of the
sons OF Adam run through Lis veins like
fire.
jean, he said in olokod voice, dear
Jean His outstrctChcd arms almost en-
clrcled her figure, which seemed To shrink
supplicatiugly: his warm breath famed her
check. 'Jcan, Jean, lie went On breath
lesSly, hurried now 10y The fire within
him, 30 you remember how often we have
unGtogetheT? youremembert the happy
hours we have spent together? An, we
have been happy, have we not, Jean?''
The girls face was like marble. Her lips
contracted Is one might ut the face of the
dead.
Yes, remember" she said quietly. and
coidly- Tomorrow you 20 away, and you
VIII be-nappy with Others Despite her
pride ana sCif-controi, the girls voice died
away ina iFeHiOr. Spencer Gregg was stirr-
ed until the depths OF manhood were almost
reached. Never before had she so nearly
unveiled the SacTe. .lnesS Of her womanhood
10 him, aud now for the first time he
guessed tue depths OF that passionate but
proud nature. The knowledge filled him
with hanunspeakabI bIe delight. once more that
strange, mystic sensation surged through
his braia. After all, what did il matter
love- and life, and Jean, and poverty.
aEalnSt op1le8Cc and 4 barren existence?
He would have her, come what may: those
woudrous eyes should always look INTO his,
lhuSe warm, red lips always be ready 10
cdress hlIn. ODce more he stretched ont
bis arms, the vows Of eternal love trembling
on his tongue. But Jean TurestaIled him, To
love as she loved was agony when not re-
turned III degree. With the swift intuition
born OF true affection, she discerned that
missing link without Which no son OF Adam
may hope To win true daughter of Eve.
II am very glad of it, she said. her
tall figure towering TO its fun height in
The pale light, and her voice growing firm
aGalh. Il never snail forget our pleasant
Gays together, and shall expect to see Won
on your return next year. Let us 60 back
TO the house. II is getting chily.''
> s they walked back TO the farmhouse
the hrusb fires on tie foothills died 10 a
dull glow and bank OF clouds swept
across the sky. They parted as formal ac
QGalntahces might have done.
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oSraphy, Channing's Essay on Napoleon
bOuaparte, Gibbons Decline and Fall OF
tie i>umau Empire and Shakespeare.
Alice Halls wells pretty little volume
Forget Ne Not" has passed into its sec
onl editIon. II is attTactiveiy bound IN
three coIors, with gold and silver spray, and
is, in tie words or many conlmentOrs, well
written Within
NJ. Zola would doubtless resent the i'm
putdtion OF vanity or StIi-cOnC6lt, but there
es evidence OF something akin to either or
both in recent interview in the Revue
Beu, from which the following IS cul.ed
as sample para graph: Take my chap
ters, feel them, weigh them; there Is re-
serve there; it is nerve; there is flash;
there is virility; there is energy aud frank
ness. They stand alone. They are agsres-
sive. They live. They are emotion. Trey
do not have to discover brains III opium or
III anacStheticS-a thousand times no. /
am no jester; l write: that is my whole
secret, that exists, and 1t Is from my pa ges
that all the pages or the writers of the day
are drd wn. 1t is from me that they take
everything. and let them do so. l am rich
in thought"
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THE CAPTAINS DREAM

But, SIR said the orderly, in respect
ful remonstrance, you arc annihilated"
"Annihilated!' echoed the captain in
indignation.
Yes, sir. The umpire sent word as you
and all yoGr company was swep away by
the last discharge OF the miIishy.'
by the militia, tuOr' exclaimed the cap
tain. "WeIl, I'm - Here, give me my
sherry and sandwiches and take the horse"
The captain sat watching the fight as
1t rolled over To the opposite hill and
consumed his sherry and sandwiches. He
was. of course, annoyed at being GD-
initiated, but, after all, he was saved
some marching in the sun. aud the day
was hot. He wondered where he should
be likely 10 find his wife, who had Ix-
pressed her intention of trying 10 see
something of the nlanuvers. BY the time
however, that he had finished his lunch
and lit his cigar, he decided that ne did
not much want to find his wife. and he
lay back and smoked in luxurious ease.
Talk about meeting death with rcsig-
nationi' Inused he. why. it's splen,iid;
I'm sorry it was the militia. though. /
suppose our charge was rather IaSh-a
3jdIaClava sort Of
He nodded of and his cigar fell from
his lips. Hardly had this happened when
he was reused by q sweet voice. Open
ing his eyes he saw before him n lovely
girl.
Il beg your pardon, SIR she said, but
could you tell me where to find mamma?''
The captain looked at the lady. Il
am dead he said; dead men can't find
nammaS.''
You don't look very Dead" she an
swered smiling.
IAN EngIishman never knows when he is
dead,' said the captain in hazy remints-
cence, but l have it on the authority of
the umpire, if that will do"
Il left mamma Just about here re-
marked the lady.
Then she's undoubtedly annihilated also.
Nothing bigger than mouse could have
lived through that fire.
Mamma is much larger than a mouse
said the lady, smiling.
Won't you sit DOWN" asked the cap-
tain.
The lady, smiling again, sat down. She
wore simple dress of white, and the
blue ribbon round her waist was rivaIled
by the blue of her eyes
u mustn't stay long" she said.
AT moment like this remarke,f the
captain. "a mans memory wanders free
through the delightful labyrinths of youth
and love-
Love! Are you married?''
Il was married. answered the cap
tain.
And you were thinking of your wife9,.
while his fancy pursued the
captain. pictures Joys yet in tie future
perhaps the near future
The lady was picking a daisy to pieces.
She raised her eyes for a moment and
looked at the captain.
"But If you are dead''-she suggested.
Now, you,' the captain continued,
raising himself on his elbow. you re
too--young even to have thought of q
kissi'
II have certainly never thought much OF
O kiss said the lady.
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- HI journalistic nuisance known as
'letters from the people, really do
iyeuponcein very long timea Il card
of merit, which confirms the trashi-
ness OF the balance. A New York
publisher recently gave ixreasons showing
why domestic literature is OF no value
Oh the market, though often of suDer or
merit. He points out that last year for
elgn authors contributed twO-tnirus of the
presentable fiction published in this coun-
try-reciprocally. our authors contributed
less than per cent of the fiction published
abroad.
Secondly. OF the ten-cent magazines SUBJ
s1diZed by generous advertisers to the ex-
tent of probably S2.000,000 per annum co.
100000 copies are sold annually at third
of the price possible without the advertis-
ing. This business cuts right into the heart
of the book trade, and soiessens the demand
for new fiction.
In the third place, the daily press through
out the country is superabundant in its SEN
sationaliSm tbatit leaves the ordinary read
er-male and female-neither time nor in
clinatiop to take up fiction, unless it be of
the kind which tends to further vitiation
of the taste.
He next cites that the sensationalism
which the press cultivates in its news it
denounces-even when in its most harmless
form-in its reviews of fiction, as il it
wanted monopoly OF the business; SO
that when native writer endeavors to
cater In an honest way to the appetite made
by tue press, and writes a book after the
style of the works OF Doyle, Weyman. or
Hope, the reviewer promptly dub bis work
"a dime novel," solely on account Of its
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loved her. Too late would he have given
up his life to win the treasures of a
love once his and now forever lost. All
through the night he walked the floor
or sat in silence with his head on his
hands. How he came to get into a
church the next morning he could not
tell. Mechanically ne stood when others
stood and knelt when others knelt. The
air was heavy with the odor OF lilies,
jonquils, violets, roses; the chancel was
one mass of froDds and blossoms. Jean
had been SO fond of flowers; he wondered
II they tended her grave carefully. He
would make pilgrimage and adorn her
last resting place With the choicest bios
SONS. The bells broke Into loud peal.
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II.

Come see the place where the Lord lay,
For He has risen. IS risen today,
AIlelujahi Anelujah!
jean Montgomery's voice rang out ite
clear, vibrant soprano in the solo, aud as
its rich. pathetic notes echoed through
the church many turned 10 look at the
singer. More statuesque than usual, she
appeared. as she stood in the choir loft,
the morning sun throwing her figure into
strong relief and making her hair ycritable
ninlbus about her head. Her fcilow-nlem-
bers of the choir had noticed her white
face and the far away look In her eyes
but then Jean was never like anybody else,
and II was just like her to be silent and
constrained on Easter morning when every
one else was joyous. Certainly her voice
was never better, thought Spencer Gregg,
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Was it a joyful chime or a requiem? He
could not tell.
Suddenly, as they died away. a sweet,
soaring voice swelled through the arched
roof of the church and scared heaven.
ward In full. noble tones:
Come see the pace where the Lord lay,
For He is risen, risen today:
Allelujat. Allcluiahl
Spencer Gregg was pierced through and
through. Jean was dead, he knew that
but her voice had lived In another singer.
Presently he tried to See her. Useless, the
choir was invisible. He shook as though
with an ague. jeans eyes loomed at him
from the lilies.
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-ATUITIEs in literature are usual

-ATUITIES in literature are usually
= pleasant considerations. The stra ws
OF fortune that have been turned by
winds of fate are found in the path
way of many meritorious aud justly
celebrated books. A singular coincidence
gave Lorna Dooue" prominence and fame
and fortune to K. ID. Blackmore. The manu-
script had been sent TO eighteen pu blishers
and unanimously refused, when in despera-
tion nineteenth was approached. He was
not particular a s to his publications, but
the book did not sell. The revie wers were
scathing in their criticisms and the public
wouldnot buyit. Then came an event which
was the making of the novel. The Princess
Louise had just become engaged to the
Marquis of Lorne, and everything about
the event was eagerly read. The public got
the notion that Lorna Doone" had some
thing in it about Lord Lorne, and the book
immediately began to sell. The people
soondiscovered thatthe book contained moth
ing about the emucb-diScussed marriage but
they recognized charming story. and from
that time to this the sale Of the novel
has been tremendous.
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EIkwcOd ALI

EIkWCOd, Ala.
Gentlemen-My wife has used CLe LotIIe
OF Terra;ine and her throat and cough is
much better than at any time since first
attacked. Have ordered more of the Tenl-
edy from Nashville and confidently believe
she will Con be entirely well due Ia This
remedy. Am prescribing il regularly in
my practice. +. G. WILSON, VI. D.
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INCIDENTS which in fictitious literature
are described often rs impossible, If not
improbable, have their counterpart, If
not before the committing OF the au-
thors idea to words frequently after
ward in justification OF his plausibiity.
An incident in Thos. Hardy's The Mayor
of Castlebridge" was recently denounced as
an abortion ON facts and totally unlikely
Mr.. Hardy is justified in recent incident,
which happeued in France. After two
years imprisonment, man came out or
Jail a few days ago with the intention OF
resumug his married life, but he found that
in the interval caused by his enforced re-
tircment bis wife had gone to live with
another Individual. The husband tracked
the couple and put in an unwelcome ap-
pearance as they were dining. A quarrel
broke out between the two men, but the
faithless woman arranged matters by offer
lug to give ST. 90 down il he would renounce
his coniugal rights. The suggestion for the
solution of the difficulty was accepted, and
the trio then adjourned to O neiehboring
cafe to seal the bargain in glass OF wine.
Unfortunately, more than one was par
taken of, and, when the party quilted the
hosiery, the dispute was reopened and
the men took to fighting. Consequently
they were removed to the lookup and after
there patching up the quarrel the husband,
in the presence of the officer in charge,
received the sum promised in exchange
for his wife and agreed to leave Paris
forever.
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WHITE Gland NJ

quest To give my views of Terraiine will
say. il is, upon the whole, the most reliable
remedy ! can prescribe for bronchial and
lung troubles. IT is simply perfect.
DR.. DERBY.
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Otfn Wn I.nEn Mich

The Terraline Coy ours of :. ID TO hand
In reply would say, am n.oIe than pleased
with Ierraiine. / gave IL to gCLt.enIau
in case OF chronic cough who was losing
flesh, and il relieved the cough ana he gained
flesh. / know nothing So good as TefTaIiue
d. c. a BELL, ND.
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romanticism and without regard TO its
style or general merit.
His fifth reason is the alteration of the
foreign writer. Londons imprimatur Is
omnipotenl; without IL nothing IN fiction
goes. The result is, our Anne rican writers
are carting themselves off to the English
metropolis in the same ships with California
cIaret, and with the same obiect-a foreign
label!
Lastly. the result of all these actual
conditions is that the ma jority of our
domestic publishers do not care to publish
native works because it is so much easier
and more profitable to handle the foreign
article.