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OLD DUMLEY'S CON- SENT Misunderstanding that e'ped a Lover's Difficulty, u^e^aiwley was a manipulator of the lteliho trade, profession, and means of was 1 t*8 8mallWkS gardening. His plot of ground /^ted ti skilful management had ex- t °tin<i 11 ere^rom a oomfortable income. "Pport,^ e &arden ran a high brick wall, »l-be&vy growth of grape vines. waB another lot, upon which .It WaseT bad cast many a longing eye. ti!S ^as*\wbathe needed to supplement I)reilliaes and e lable him to supply ?r°Un^ w?r.0us c''t7 orders. This spot of v' Was down on the tax books as %le; w°u'^ s°me day be for sale, and old BotV 38 res°Ived to be the purohaser. Purpose he had long shaped his T>t* toad u w^en las* the announcement Prip6 Was 9ee^ a8en^ f«e as^ed was moderate, but, as Dumley '^ibifciexperience the inadvisability of EST 'S signs 0f baste or earnestness in jj'Vsle °* business, he deemed it best to Q8in U8Ua^) an<i scoff at the idea of its SQch a sum, and so, after making I to gi" e oalled R fair offer, he went away R(1' be agent time to consult his land- ew days later when he called to learn he was tilled with chagrin cn learn- Oj^ was already sold. bgjj "ftiley quenched his disappointment Jj'tCn °ouid, and went bome to moralise, <J;sj ?nf°rtunate event predetermined him j his new neighbours, and this 1 th ^a8 ^^her intensified cn his learning { '4nd a e Purchasers were going to cultivate the S J'* When Richard Somersand f 'udu were finally ensconced upon 6 °0a^ not help but treav them rather f>f°^re8 UtlUner the *lV0 gardeners made little Ms8 toffard an acquaintanceship, and IHle»niers.was not s'ow suspect that old S|<1 tua^.c°nsidered him a prig. So long as the ck » 8 S°odvv ill was the sole consideration, if willing to remain indif- it seems that oAd Dumley had a t, ,r, and a remarkably fine-looking one Nrw !J'^k was not long in learning of her "ty j, and somehow after this he felt that 5uired him to try to soften the old tie U- this generally began in some such way as jjfle ofc^ance brought him to the opposite !}e brick wall. It's a nice day, Mr. ^Iti ^eaning upon his hoe-handle in the as though anticipating a brief ces- toid 0 toil on the part of the old gentle- ''G grlltt ood enough, I guess," would come the while the old man, turning fip, soon be well started on the home ,ltQ0^ other end he would probably an<i smoke his pipe, much to Dick's cation. tj0ungpeople finally became acquainted, h Ill0re ^ick saw of Carrie Dumley the Other's treatment of him ground • I was good-natured and full of Mofg father was phlegmatic and sour. K ^On K SUmmer was over be realised that everything of Carrie Dumley, and ?0ru}e SorQe hope that she liked him. Mrs. fr WaB a kind-hea ted old lady, entirely **ke 8L0111 Prejudices, nit for her husband's jjient e did not seem to favour the attach- V 80 Dick was never invited to the Carrie met, however, quite fre- V bef an^ ^t,^e wal^s together, and n end of August, were engaged. Woar,rje had confessed that she loved him, ion marry fa'Wj but only on one con- i°^ must procure her father's per- fiA a condition seemed nothing in ^rar,3P:,rts of his joy, but after their ^ent had been a fortnight old, and >ith .Ur rie insisted upon his negotiating ^8*1) ter father immediately, he suddenly *V °realise ;he awfulness of the under- ^is forsook him, and be tried to K** rr'e to some other course, but she • f4o Urate, and would do nothing without ers consent. Poor Dick had nothing t the inevitable, and yet he pro- e< Hundreds of times a day he j'lil,; e't from his work for the purpose of .*5» A brick wall, but his heart •1*Ue<j uttered, so that in sheer despair he K^i<LllUle longer. Carrie finally grew h if h ^er Iover» and flatlytold ^im ?6f8he Was too craven-hearted to ask for |° he g w°uld have nothing to do with him, aVe a final promise to have the matter thPeediIy- i next day his heart thumped and [ » he ,n a manner beyond all precedent, | cl°?ely watched for old Dumley's >olio?cein the garden. At last he heard c?eH Jj- bi8 hoe. Without stopping to »'4 l0n'8 Perturbation, he ran down between Jto"r°W8 of cabbages to the garden wall. faCe0t)?eiit more he would have stood face k*4 in Wl^ the paternal [monster. His foot r'olC) a orevice, his hand on the topmost ■fyj'u then he hesitated. eh^lT,e 'twas no procrastinating impulse H v ed him, nor sense of embarrass- bad heard his name mentioned. Ns* 110 eavesdropper, but the circum- 'Ib. ere peculiar, so he listened. v es ^arrie was Alr8, Dumley i|;ed t th'8- HoW bis heart fluttered as he tft*' Ve# ?r answer. » Sai;i old Dumley, in his gruffest !0t to I'ke* her, but I" tell you we have i°0<I for k'm' He is nothing but a "V°tbiiig dog —a low lived mongrel, t0 J .18 niore, he's a thief. I tell you we've 'Retrid of him." u'8. J) not a little too severe P returned t Rently. He may prove better °f hia an<^ Carrie>y°u know, is quite th* a 60 'ft.urne<i the old man. "I tell you h»o'aUie° •or"no^bing pup" and more in hft«»jVein. but Dick didn't hear it He J*is fir?tenou«h- b»i h- lniPu^se had been to leap the wall 'cnuckles into the old slanderous was Carrie's father, and that V be 1 Enraged by the words to been an unwilling listener, he ^etl4y 0f 0 the house and trod his room in a ftllger and mortifioation. He ren- pother uneasy by refusing supper, ^eal'hy appetite had fled. There 6 *t0 siastain the demon of I Tp0n^rest that filled his bosom. i<4 I he we^ as^'D8 ^or Carrie after *eti°hed f&r<^ to-^ay," be muttered between his i h* The old vilUin»t0 talk that uc- he'6 Cd to collect his thoughts, but they «Ulct*teh05,y"tarvey to co^eete^- Finally, lj^ted « a brief note to his beloved and totally r1t^le post-office. While rushing rW ,al°ng who should run up against Wh oi,rie herself. rv lk, how you frightened me she to at'a little cry of delight. il* et, ana/Ped and thrust the note into his «u for a moment looked at her in a CjWWdn!°,rt ot '^le> P 1 what's the matter?" cried • e has, \father reused ? tagl^Peaoh^ °nl/ refused, Carrie, but he ««^*8elvBi i11 y bonesty—my honesty. He Ob, g^dered me." said, (,is it trae? HQW did it happen ? tears springing into the girl's eyes as she spoke. He explained as well as he could. Well, Dick, said she, I didn't think papa could do such a thing, but you needn't like me any the less, need you P" He give her a kiss in reply, and in silence they walked their homeward way. On reach- ing home Carrie went immediately to her father. He sat in the open window smoking and looking out across his neighbour's garden. "Fine cabbages, those," he muttered; fine-they are coming on splendid. Carrie," said he, as she entered. "I wanted to buy that lot mighty bad once, but I don't know but what it'll be all right after all. W, hat do you think, daughter p" his eyes twinkling and his face softening as he spoke. She looked as though she failed to compre- hend. Wasn't that young Somers that come to the gate with you just now ?" he continued H and don't you like each other pretty well ? Come, now, don't look so pale I'm not muck of a hand to bother you." Carrie put her arms around his neck and looked into his face. "Yes,' said she; "I like Mr. Somers very much. But why do you say such dreadful things about him ? Say dreadful things about Mr. Somers ? I never said much of anything about him, did IF" replied her father, in a surprised and uneasy manner. "Father," she went on plaintively, why do you not want him to have anything to do with me, and why did you call him a dog and a thief ? You know he is as honest as the day." Old Dumley held his daughter away from him at arm's length, and gazed at her with a look of genuine astonishment, "Carrie," said he, slowly and sadly, "are you crazy- have you gone clear mad ? Come, girl, you must explain this strange conduct. 1 don't understand." She told him what Dick had heard, and old Dumley subsided helplessly into his chair. Wet!, I never he exclaimed. Did you ever hear of such a barefaced lie ? Why, I bad about come to like the man. When 1 saw him pay attentions to you first I was sorry for it, but I watched him during the summer, and his garden came out so fine, especially the cabbage, that I begun to think him better'n the ordinary, but if he can lie like that I don't want you to have anything to do with him. Jim," he called through the window to his young apprentice, f. go across the lot and ask that Somers fellow to come over here. I'll find out what he means by such outlandish talk," addressing himself to Carrie again. When Dick entered the room he was pained to see the changed expression 011 j Carrie's face. The look of love and confidence was gone, and, without speaking, she turned her back upon him and left the room. Dick's surmise was that the old man had been fabri- cating something derogatory to his character, and his whole soul fired with indignation. He refused the chair that the old man pushed towards him. No," said be, savagely, I prefer to stand. You have summoned me here, and if you have anything to say, say it." "Young man," said Dumley, "you have been telling my daughter a strange tale. What do you mean by vilhfying me to her, telling her that I slandered you, oalled you names, and refused to allow you to keep com- pany with her-what do you mean, I say, by 8uch lies P" He got thoroughly angry before he was through with the sentence, and became some- what red in the face. Dick was angry, too. I meant what I said," he retorted, and it's not your place to call me to account after what transpired in your garden this after- noon. You spoke not only deprecatingly, but slanderously of me, and you needn't deny it, for I was on the other side of the wall and heard you." You lie," cried the old man, springing tc his feet, his eyes fairly bulging from his head, ard, grasping the back of his chair, he stood facing the young man fiercely. The loud voices had alarmed Mrs. Dumley, and at this juncture she appeared in the door- way. "Peter," she said to her husband, "sit down." He obeyed her, but he looked very much as though he would like to eat his antagonist. "You sent for Mr. Somers for an explanation now let's hear it." She was flushed, too, but spoke in a cool and collected manner. Turning towards Dick she said curtly, Pray tell me what caused this trouble." Dick now regained his equilibrium and, in full consciousness of rectitude, made a clear and lusid statement of the conversation, to which Mrs. Dumley herself had been a party, in the early afternoon. As he proceeded her face lightened wonderfully and suddenly broke into a smile. Old Dumley, too, under went a transformation. 1 swan," he said with a sigh, as though of intense relief. Dick looked from one to the other in surprise. Mr. Somers," said Mrs. Dumley, laughing now, there has been a misunderstanding all round. The subjeot of our conversation to-day was not you at all, but our new dog, Diok, an ungraoious animal, which we purchased from a drover a few days ago. l'eter had caught it stealing eggs, and was out of patience about it. The beast is in the I kennel fast asleep now, but to-morrow we expect to dispose of him." The explanation satisfied old Dumley, it satisfied Dick, and it satisfied somebody else also, for Carrie now stood within the door- way. Smiles of joy were fast chasing the tears from her eyes, and it seemed to Diuk that never before had she looked so bewitch- ingly beautiful. He caught her in his arms and kissed her, then leading her to her father, he asked in a frank and unembarrassed manner the question that had caused so much hesitation. Old Dumley laid his pipe upon the table and took Dick's hand in his. "My son," said he, and there was no gruffness in his voice now, I didn't like you first-rate when you bought that lot, but your cabbage did so splendid that I am proud of you yes, sir, I am proud of you." After this implied permission he resumed his pipe, and in a few minutes had so filled the room with smoke that Dick and Carrie were obliged to adjourn to a secluded corner of the big front porch, and there Dick confi- dentially confessed, as he held Carrie's hand in his, that the misunderstanding was a bless- ing after all, because it paved the way through a terrible and untried ordeal.-Ei)wiN WEBB, in Chicago News.

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What a little bit of a thing your baby sister is "Yes'm; it's a condensed milk baby." A countryman applied to a solicitor for advice in a oertain matter. On being asked if he bad stated the exact faots of the case he replied, with more truth than discretion, Ou ay, sir, I thought it best to tell you the plain truth you can put the lees till't yersel' A very respectable Presbyterian minister, who was in the oonstant habit of taking a glass of spirits before going to the pulpit, asked one of his children one day after dinner if she would take a dram. She said, "Na, na, papa it would gar me preach."

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I Shoot That Girl I" A Romance Which Arose From Tom's Visit to the Opera. This romance in high life is strictly true. The party of the first part and the party of the second part, as the lawyers would say, are now living on Woodward-avenue, and the yarn came to me through that trustworthy medium, the young wife's dearest girl friend." It was one night about three years ago at the Detroit Opera House, The Detroit symphony orchestra were giving a concert. Tom Gifford was there seated in L 63 (the girl friend showed me the coupon, which she preserved in her money-book). Tom liked music. He didn't know anything about it, but he liked it. He couldn't tell the difference between a waltz by Chopin or a Liszt rhap- sodie. and if you had asked him to define the distinguishing features of a symphony and a concerto or a cantata and oratorio he would have replied frankly that he didn't know and that he dia't care a rap. Everything went with him. Although his ignorance of harmony and counterpoint was lamentable, he had a good business head and was receiving a fat salary. He was a bachelor of thirty. Tom never missed a concert or musical entertainment of any kind, and accordingly went to hear the symphony orchestra. Right behind Tom, L 37 (the "dearest friend has that coupon pre- served also), was a young girl dressed in the latest manner, with imported hat, imported dress, and imported gloves. She herself was a Parisian importation, having been there about a year. She was a charming girl to look at, slender, petite, with blue eyes and golden hair. Moreover she had a btg bank account, and it takes a long while to walk by some of her property in going down town. The imported hat was a marvel, and the entire group behind her couldn't see the stage. During the performance of the first number she rendered life a burden to Tom. The orchestra was playing the delightful overture to I'igaro's Marriage," and she talked all the while; and her friends talked, and she led the conversation when they were inclined to listen to the music. People frowned ail around her, but she didn't mind in the least. Oh, Edith, is that Mrs. L- over there ? Why, yes, so it is. Have you heard about her affair abroad ?" Yes, dear." "I thought you had. Everybody has, Oh, look, Clara, isn't that a pretty gown Mrs. W, is wearing ?" Yes; but what a pity she hasn't a better figure. That is so. But don't you think Jennie W. bas a svelte figure" And so on. Poor Tom, after enduring about twenty minutes of misery, turned and looked squarely into the blue eyes of the young girl. i he blue eyes neither drooped nor turned aside. They merely seemed to say, "I wonder what that man means ?" after which the young girl resumed her conversation with greater animation than ever. The orchestra was playing the andante movement of a Beethoven symphony, and the ravishing measures would have been ecstasy to Tom had he been seated in any other part of the theatre. The more tempestuous part of the composition drowned out the voices behind him, but then there came a calm, one of those thoughtful intense moments which were to the great com- poser a reaction after an emotional outburst. As the first violins solemnly, softly as a breath, reverted to the original theme, the conversa- tion behind the musical devotee became louder. Then Tom lost bis patience, and speaking so that everyone in the immediate vicinity heard him said: Why don't someoBe shoot that girl ?" There was an astonished silence behind him, while all around arose a snicker. During the the balance of the concert it was as silent as the grave in Tom's neighbourhood. But somehow he felt uncomfortable, and almost wished he bad not spoken. When the concert was over he stole a glance at the girl. Her face was pale and cold. Tom also observed that she was very attractive with her head nestling in the white fur of her opera cloak. She did not glance at him, but proudly swept up the aisle. Tom hastened after her and watched her enter her carriage. What a brute I am I" he thought, as the coachman touched the spirited span and the carriage disappeared in the distance. But he didn't give the matter any attention subsequently. It chanced, a few months later, that Tom donned his dress suit and went to the charity ball. No one knows why he did it, for he never danced, and certainly cared little for balls or receptions. As the girl-friend says, it must have been fate!" At any rate, Tom was there, not knowing what to do with him- self in the gay and giddy throng. One of Tom's friends, a gay and giddy "flitter," who had entree anywhere, espied him, and, seizing him by the arm, exclaimed- "My dear boy, glad to see you! Let me introduoe you to my set. It will be a good chance for you. You have no business to shut yourself up, a rising, money-making fellow like you. Not a. word, come on. When I introduce a fellow, it goes. See ?" Before Tom could resist he found himself in the centre of a group in Section 12 (the girl-friend remembers the section), bowing and scraping to several young girls, attired in charming costumes. Then to add to his em- barrassment whom should he see but the girl who had been seated behind him at the theatre. Miss G- my friend, Tom Gifford," said the flitter." Tom bowed so profusely that all he could see was the tips of bis toes, and when he looked up his face was as red as the rose she wore at her corsage. She greeted him with what is oalled a "cold, cynical" smile, while at the same time her eyes flashed dange- rously. Miss G stammered Tom, may I see your programme p., "Certainly." Tom took it, and then he suddenly remem- bered that he didn't danoe and that lie was making an ass of himself. Thank you," he said, but-but the fact is, I don't dance." Don't you P" she said, with the same cold look how unfortunate." Yes—that is, 1 don't mean that-I mean how unfortunate for mo." Oh But perhaps you might let me put my name down and we could take, or—or walk out the number!" That would be delightful f" she replied, with mild sarcasm. Yes; wouldn't it ? Thank you so much." "Don't mention it" And in a moment she was whirled off in the arms of a young man with a pale face and tall figure. Somehow Tom escaped from the group. The girl-friend says he ran away without even excusing himself, but Tom says not. At any rate, he got into a corner all by himself, and watched the dancers. He dis- covered that none danced so gracefully as the young girl whose untimely death he had wished for the other night at the ooncert, How pretty she is! And what a way she has of looking at you he thought. W ell, Tom talked and walked out his num- ber with her, and he doesn't remember what happened, After that he somehow worked himself into the house where she lived, No one knew just how be did it, but be became an inveterate caller, and he sat out everybody ejse, he was sulty when she looked Alt #Tli I other fellow. She was very clever, and it was the triumph of art to have reduced him to such submissiveness. He deserted his old haunts and threw away his old pipe. One I night about midnight-Tom never went any earlier than that-he made a good, old- fashioned bluff. As he hesitated upon the threshold before taking his departure he said I am afraid it will be some time before 1 shall call again, Miss G- indeed ?" she said, lifting her brows. Yes; you see I-I am going away." c. Going away ? Wall, Mr. Gifford, it is twelve o'olock, and perhaps if you stay any longer, papa" I mean that I am going to leave the city." To leave the city ?" the words trembled from her lips, "Yes." Why, where—where are you going?" To—to I-lavan a- 1,,ngi a nd--anyw here." How strange you shouldn't know just where! May I ask why''— You may. You see my health isn't very good." As he made this announcement her eye rested in astonishment upon his stalwart figure. Your what P" she murmured. My health," he replied, unblushingly. You see, I—I need a change of olimate." "-Why, you don't look very ill." How appealingly the blue eyes were up- lifted How charming looked the graceful figure as she leaned one arm upon a Chinese vase about as tall as herself. Well, you see, you can't always tell by a fellow's looks." There was a pause. Then he added, desperately, Miss G-, the truth is I—I am going away for another reason." "A iiothei, reason P" Yes. It is madness to remain here. I-I adore you. I dare not remain. You have a host of admirers, any one of whom is dearer to you than 1. Good-bye, Miss G-, good- bye He rushed for the door. Don't go!" Hose Tom Her head was on his shoulder now. You ask me to stav for your sake?" Yes." You love me ?" You know I do." And you have loved me Ever since you made that extremely un- grammatioal remark, Why don't someone shoot that gii-I ?' Here her voice ohoked. "Oh, Tom. And she sobbed on bis shoulder. Then he kissed away her tears, and they plighted their troth. If you don't believe it, ask her dearest frieiid.Deti-oit News.

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Sir Henry's Arrest. A Well-Laid Plan That Worked To a CliarR. Good evening 1" The banker, William Murray, raised his eyes from his ledger. He was somewhat sur- prised, for he did not expect any clients at that hour, at whiob, as was usual, his office was closing. The new arrival was a well-built, tall young man, badly dressed. He had entered as the olerk was leaving. I was afraid I should be too late," said the visitor, whose voice agreed better with his aristocratio face than did his worn-out clothes. "Permit me to ask how I can serve you?" said Murray, without getting up to receive him. I beg you to be as quick as you oan, Sir Henry, because I want to get away." I will tell you at once," replied the young baronet. I come to ask you for the loan of £ 200." Murray eyed the young fellow from head to foot. "And the guarantee ?'' he said, shortly. "My prospects. As you know, I am the nephew and presumptive heir of Lord Hervey. I am the nearest of his relations." Murray laughed sarcastically. '• Sir Henry," he said, you know very well that you are somewhat inexact. I know from a private source that Lord Hervey has sworn not to give you another penny and, I think you will believe me when I say that I am I perfectly well informed." The face of the young fellow did not change in the least. "But the reason I have called upon you." he said, is because you know the friendship which your brother-in-law, who is my grand- father's lawyer, has for me; and 1 want to show you this letter which he has written to me li Dear Sir Henry: I have at last the pleasure of sending you a friendly word. Your grandfather, whose health has changed for the worse, desires to see you and bless you before he dies. I advise you to come as quickly as poslible.-Your old friend, B. JAMESON." This is really the signature of my brother- in-law," said Murray, after he had read the letter. And my best friend," oontinued Sir Henry. If he knew the condition in which I am he would certainly help me.' Why do you want this assistance from maP" Precisely because I want to go to my grandfather, and I require some for the journey." $I Ab, well, I run a risk now and then." Excuse me," interrupted Sir Henry, but hear some one moving in an adjoining room." You must have been mistaken, said the banker, after looking. "There is nobody there. Let us return to our business. I can only let you have £100." Very well, give me that," said the young man, and make out your receipt. The following evening Sir Henry was another man. He had been running about all day, engaged in the most varied and agreeable oocupation-in paying his debts, in rigging himself out anew. At six o'olock in the evening he had re- ceived from his grandfather's solicitors the following telegram The condition of your grandfather is much worse. He will not aller his will until ha sees you. Coma immediately. He hastily packed his portmanteau. A few ¡ minutes now would decide his lot, either make him the heir to an estate worth f:30 -000 a vear, or leave him as hard up as ever he was, to be reduced some day, perhaps, to beg his bread. He went to a neighbouring hotel, took up a railway time-table to find out the quickest and shortest route, lit a cigarette, and then started for home. I beg pardon, but could you oblige me with a light?" The speaker was a man dressed in dirty, well-worn clothes. Poverty had rendered the baronet conside- rate of others. He stopped at once and gave the man what he required. "A fine evening," observed the latter, con- tinuing to walk along by the side of the baronet. Yes," replied Sir Henry. Good day. He had reached his lodginge, and was pre- paring to go in when the man stopped him. Wait a moment, sir," said the man, placing his band upon the baronet's arm, II Well, what is it P" Nothing, except to tell you, Sir Henry Alorloil, tb&fc you fire arrest, I am A pplivo officer, and I am sorry to say you must COll4 sider yourself in my onstody." You arrest me ?" Yes; for the murder of William Murray yesterday evening in his office." "But, my dear sir, I am absolutely inno- cent. 1 "I hope so, sir but that does not concern me. You will have the opportunity almost immediately of producing the proof." If I cannot see him before his death I shall remain a hopeless vagabond," thought the young man, who had suffered too much poverty not to look upon this prospect with fear. a Come with me. Let me have an oppor- tunity of speaking with you," said he, as he noticed the passers-by were beginning to oaserve them. j His companion followed him unwillingly to his dingy room, and without waiting for the baronet's invitation seated himself in the only chair which the apartment contained. Çi Pray tell me what all this means," said Sir Henry, anxious to know all and wondering whether, after all, he might not find soma means of pursuing his journey. His companion coolly proceeded: ¡. This morning when Mr. Murray's clerk arrived at the office he found his principal; shot through the heart, dead, seated in his' chair. The police were at once sent for and made inquiry into the affair, I being one of them. < We learned that last night-the night of the crime-a person bad been seen to leave Murray's office at a rather late hour. 1 caused that person to be watched, and learned that be made seve-ral purchases to-day, among others some from Smith and Blake, the tailor, whom he bad paid with a bank note endorsed with the name of the banker, Murray, with his own hand. The person who paid them that note and left the murdered man's office at such a late hour was yourself!" < •'I will give you now an exact account of how I passed my time, and make you a con- fidante as to my position," said the baronet, and he hastily did so in as few woida as possible. I indeed pity you sincerely," said the man, interesting himself in the baronet'* position. Then, why ean't you help me ?" I don't see how I can." Give me three days' graoe. At the end of that time I will come and give myself up of my own accord. I swear to it. When I am reconciled to my grandfather I shall have nothing more to fear. You shake your head Look, said Sir Henry, entreatingly, "Here is my purse. Take all it contains. I only want sufficient for my journey. The rest belongs to you, and I give you my promise to come and deliver myself up in three days' time. "It's very little I am offering you, but directly I get possession of the inheritance I swear to you that I'll not forget to reward you." But if I should let myself be overcome by compassion I don't see how I could help you," said the man. "1 have no wish to lÍeceÎN you. At every station there are police officers with your description. If I let you go free you will fall into their clutches, so it will be all the same." Yes; but cannot I disguise myself ? J will do anything you wish, but I bog of you to let me go." "But how can you disguise yourself ?" cou; tinued the detective. Sir Henry had a lucky thought. Ten minutes after the yoang baronet4 having put on the stranger's corduroy trou- sers, black coat and cloth cap, bad gone out to the street, and leaped into a cab, while his protector, in the new clothes, bad taken another direction. Luckily, I have another suit in my b1g," said the baronet to himself, throwing himself on to the seat and glancing at his costume. He reached the station in time to get hit ticket and to buy an evening paper, so that he might find out the particulars of the atranga orime. He had hardly thrown his portmanteau into the carriage when the train started. el At last," he murmured, settling himself in one of the corners. But an instant after he looked out of the window, terrified as though a person who was standing there uuder the station awning ha been a ghost. This person was William Murray, the murdered banker. As the train moved off, the baronet main-, tained his gaze through the window, bol suddenly he gave himself a shake, and tool? up the paper. If he really was killed, I shall soon know he exclaimed. He looked all through the paper, but could not find a single word about the crime. Another piece of news, however, attracted his attention. It was the promise of a reward offered by the police authorities to whoever should give information leading to the capture of an adventurer who had for some time been going around the city committing aots of roguery with the greatest audacity and skil- fulness. He continued his reading The adventurer wears a cloth cap, a black jaoket and corduroy trousers." With feverish haste Sir Henry took from his bag the spare suit of clothes which he had pro- vided himself, rapidly arrayed himself in them, and as the train passed through a short tunnel before reaohing the station, he flung the pro- perty of the wily swindler out of the win- dow. Twenty minutes after he had reached his destination his grandfather passed away, and he was the possessor of an estate and an in" come of £30,000 per annum.—Chicago Post.

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A WELL-KNOWN SHOWMAN CHARGED. WITH THEFT. At the North London Police-court on Siturdaj Frank Ciiailes Boatock, well known amongst show-, men as the proprietor of Bostock's Mxnngetic." which was recently one of the attractions at the World's Fail-, Islington, was charged wilik etenlmgj jewellery, pLte, and other articles, valued at L756 belonging t) his wife. Accused, who is 26 years of IIge, married in 1887 Miss Builey, daughter of one ot the propiietors of the World's Fair, and the bride had many valuable wedding gifts. Oa January 23 prisoner took away the property re- ferred to from his Htoke Nowington residence," and Mrs. Bostock, supposing he was removing them to their caravan residence, did not interfere. Ascer- taining, however, that he had eloped to Germany with a girl of eighteen, she obtained a warrant for his arrest. He returned to London on other busi. ness, and was arrested. The defending solicitos said he could prove that the articles were pledged with the complainant's knowledge, and accused was remanded till Friday next.

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ACROSS NIAGARA ON AN ICY WIRE. Clifford Calvrrty, the wire-rope walker, hilt recently crossed over the Niagara gore on bis lope. with the water and ice rushing 200i t. balow. The wire was the one on which ho crossed tha gorge last summer in the fastest time on record, and he wanted to see how it felt to go out over the river in midwinter. The wire had been left up since last summer, but the guy-ropes had all been takon in, and the cable swnyod in the wind like an ol 1-fasliioned swing. cal. verty aud his manager came ovtr from Toronto to seo the ico bridge and winter scenery, atid iucident,Ii y 'to te!,t the ci-ble, Calverty wnj clad in his every-day clothe", and wore walking shoos, with over-shoes on, when he stopped oil the, wire, The weather had left a coating of ica on averylhing, but a rain set in and loosed it. Most of the Ice was off the wire, but some sections still, had pieces attached, and it was evident at the, start that, it was a foolhardy undeitftUing. Cat- yevty §nee*§sUiJ!y useewptobef* UJ feat, hsweref