Year: 1879

tnlnB now. l know your love IS too pure and deep to be torn iron, your bosom at will. So I say-wait There are other feelings in the heart beside love. That love is poor, proftless passion which puts aside all other considerations. We must love for eternity, and so our love must be free. Wait. I am going to work-aye, upon the sea to work"

 "But why upon the sea? Why away where my poor heart must beat ever in anguish, fear and doubt as it follows you 7"

 ''Because I cannot rcmain hero. Hun- dreds of poor fools have imagined that I shunned them because was rich. They know not that it was the taintad ntmo:s- phere of their moral life that I summed They gloat over my misfortune Men may call me foolish, but it would kill me to stay here"

 Alas. must it be ?"

 ''It must. You will wait ?n

 ''I will wait even to the gates of the tomb.''

 '"rhen Heaven bless and preserve you"

 The ruined youth was upon the ocean his voyage commenced-his duties as h. borer for his own daily bread all fairly as- sumed. Ahl it was a strange life for him to enter upon. From the ownership of immense wealth to the trade books of merchant ship transition indeed. But, ere he went on deck again, he had fully resolved that he would do his duty, come what would, short of death. He '- would forget that he ever did else but work for his livelihood With these resolves clearly determined in his mind he already felt better.

 At first our supercorgo was too weak to do much. He was very sick and it lasted nearly two weeks but when that passed of, and he could>pace the vibrating deck with q stout stomach his appetite grew sharp, and his muscles began to grow strong. | At first he craved some of the many deli cacies he had long been used to. but they were not to be had. and he very soon learned to do without them. The result was that his appetite became natural in it's wants, and his system began to find itself nourished by simple food taken in pro per quantities.

 For years he had looked upon breakfast as a meal which must be set out and par taken of from mere fashion. cup of coffee and perhaps piece of dry toast, or a seasoned and highly spicod titbit had con- stituted the morning meal. But now, when the breakfast hour came, he approached it with 0 keen appetite and felt strong and hearty as at any other time of the day.

 By degrees the hollow cheeks became full, the dark eyes assumed new lustre. the color rich and healthful. came to the face, the breast swelled with increasing power, the lungs expanded and grew strong. the muscles became more firm and true, the nerves grew strong, and the garments which he had worn when he came on board had to be lot out some inches in order to make them fit His position became cheer full and bright, and by the time the ship had reached the southern cape of Africa the crew had all learned to love him.

 Through storm and sunshine, through tempest and calm, through dark hours and bright, the young supercargo made his .voy- age. In one year from the day which he left his native land he placed his foot again upon the soil of his homo.

 But he did not stop. The same ship with the same officers. was going upon the same cruise again. and he meant to go in her He saw Grace Melburne, and she would wait. He saw Dr. Weston, and the kind old gentleman praised him for his manly independence.

 Again Arthur Morton was upon the sea, l and again he assumed tue duties of his office, and even more. He even stood watch when there was no need of it. and during seasons of storm he claimed a post : on deck.

 At the end of another year the young man returned to his home again. He was now eight and twenty, and few who knew him two years before could recognize him now. His face was bronzed by exposure, lis form was filled out to perfection, and , he was greeted with great effusion by old Dr. Weston, who would insist on his stay , ing with him during his leave on shore. One day aft.r Arthur's arrival he suddenly burst into the room and said abruptly:

 sWen, Arthur, Mr. Crosby is here Will you see him 7"

 See him ? See Matthew Crosby? Of course I will He owes me an explanation, and hope he can give me satisfactory one"

 I The door was opened and Mir. Crosby en- : tered

 r He was an elderly man, but hale and e hearty.

 I The old man and the young one shook hands, and then enqui,ed after each others

 health.

 e 1. s.You received a note from me some two !. years ago." said Crosby, ''in which l stated n that one in whom trusted had got you,

 money and mine with it, and I could no

 pay you.

 n ssYes. sir" answered our hero, not know

 ing what was to come next. h Well" resumed Crosby, ''Dr. Westor : wr.s the man. He had your money"

 How? What ?" gasped Arthur, gag a ine. from one to the .otlIer in blank aston

 shmei.t

 Hold on my boy" said the doctor

 while thousand. viIaU.osis s~emci 70 Ho.'

 within his bosom T was the villain Ii e was I who got your money. l worket | your ruin, and will t-I you why; l saw d that you were dying Yoslr father died ol a t tba same disease A consumption wa d upon hiln-not the regular pulmonary at " fiction, but 2 wasting away of the systen ,s for want of vitality The mind was wear