THE WALLED LN KOOU I opened my f-yw and looked around me. A man wns leaning over my lied ; near the man stood a woman with a bonnet with great white wings on the side, holding in her hand a moist com jufst. The room was plain and neat, with clean white walls. On a table, covered w ith a great napkin of yellow linen, I noted a numlwr of strange objects rows of little vials, anil a brown earth -'n jar filled with bit of ice. Through the muslin curtains, which bellied out from the windows in the balmy nir, I could see a patch of blue sky and the tops of green trees bending lightly in the breeze. Where was If It seemed like a U'U dream which I had had: my head felt empty, my limbs ached, and I could not think. The man gently lifted my head, and gave me a 'few drops of some liquid, which I swallowed w ith avidity. "Well, Mr. Furniss," he said, "how do you feel now?" "Eh, what?" I cried. "Where am I?" "You are in my house, my dear air, and we shall t;ike good care of you. Now," he added, replacing my head on the pillow, "be quiet and go to sleep. " I gazed at him for a long time, aud all at once I recognized Dr. Bertram, Urn celebrated specialist in insanity. A shudder passed through my frame. Why w as I in Dr. Bertram's hospital instead of my own home near Phoenix Park, with my books, my herbs, and my mi croscopes around me? His hospital was for mad people! and that sister of charity, those vials, that bowl of ice my Ood, I must be mad! But why! How? "How long have I been here?" I aoked after a time. "For four week, Mr. Fumiss. But you must be quiet and sleep. Now do not try to talk." For ft month! Was it possible? What had happened? But even as I asked my self these questions little by little I went off to sleep, and I saw, in a billowy meadow, a road covered with blood and bordered on either side with monstrous microscopes shaped like trees, a road on which two little girls played at pitch and catch with a severed head, while Dr. Bertram, comically bonneted with a religious cap, rode astride of a dead body, w hich reared and pranced and kicked till he could scarcely keep his seat. The next morc' ig I was better, and day by day I improved, though that hor rible nightmare came to me each night. But it grew less and less distinct, and after a few weeks it almost ceased to trouble me. . One evening the doctor, whom I had not seen during the day, seated himself near my bed. "Well, "said he, feeling my pulse, "you are doing famously. I'll have you out, as good as new, in a few days. But you hare had a close shave. It has been one of the prettiest cases of cerebral conges tion I ever handled a beautiful cate. Why, it is a wonder you are alive now. Tell me, how is your memory ; can you remember what happened before you were brought here?" "I I don't know; I can not think. I have passed through something fearful. What it is I can not say. From the faint glimmer of recollection that comes to me I have the sensation of having been dead murdered! Oh, it is frightful! My brain is weak yet Then, the child, a pretty golden haired child rolling on the floor." "Come, come, this will never do," said the doctor. " You can tell me all about it in the morn " "No, now, doctor," I cried. "Itiscom ing back to me. Yes, I have it now. " Here is an exact transcript of my re cital as I told it to Dr. Bertram and later to the magistrate. You know my passion for natural his tory. Well, scarcely a week passes that I do not go into the country botanizing. That day I went to Glacnevin, where, ns you may know, the marshy meadows are rich in curious plants, infusoria, and di atoms. I was returning, and was almost in Dublin with my box full of rare speci mens, on which I expected to make a re port that would astonish the Botanical Society, when I saw a little girl, certainly not over 5 or 6 years old, who was all alone, crying as if her little heart would break. I approached her, but at sight of me she redoubled her cries. I could see that the little one was lost, and that she did not know where to go, so I spoke to her kindly, and, by dint of promising her unlimited bonbons, got her to tell me that her name was Lizzie, and that she lived in Beresford place in Lower Abbey street I took her hand, and we soon started off, talking together like old friends. She was a beautiful child, frtnh and rosy, with great candid eyes and fair- hair, which was cut shon over her eyes and fell in golden ringle about her shoulders. She trotted bravely along, her soft little hand in mine. As we walked she told me remarkable tales, in which figured a big, black horse, a little knie. a doll, and a number of people I did not know. Lizzie was afraid she would be scolded when she arrived home, but she was not, and I I was received with transports by her mother, who was half distracted. Never was gratitude expressed so heartily and pleasantly. Who was I, where did I live, how did I happen to find her, and a thousand like questions were showered upon me. , "Oh, Mr. Furniss," said the mother, "you are the saviour of my child. How can we express our gratitude? We are not rich, but such a debt can not be paid in gold. How happy my husband will be to repeat my thanks to you. Ho is still at his office, but will you do a great kindnoes.will you honor our humble board to-morrow ? I shall have a savant here like yourself, and you two will enjoy each other's company, I am sure. And my husband will be so happy to have you. " I thanked her for the invitation and promised to be on hand. At the appointed hour I was shown into their modest parlor, and you may be sure the husband's gratitude was no less warmly expressed than the wife's. And little Lizzie threw her arms around my neck and showered on me the inno cent caresses of a hppy child. I seemed, indeed, to be one of the family. The dinner was a merry one, the savant seemed to be an Interesting man in brief, I passed nn excellent evening. The air had been heavy the whole day and in the eveuiu-r a storm came on. Thunder claps succeeded one another without Interruption and the rain fell in torrents. Whether it was the effect of the storm, of the suffocating heat, or of the wine I had drank, I felt a strange melancholy I could not breathe comfort ably. 1 was about to set out for home, how ever, for it was late and my house was at some distance ; but they insisted that I should stay. It would be foolish to ex pose myself to such a tempest, when I was not feeling well ; the mother begged me with such a good grace that I felt forced to remain and pass the ulght in that hospitable house. They ceremoniously conducted me ti my room, aud there w-ished me good night. I even remember that little Lizzie having fallen asleep In her fath er's arms, I kissed her little cheek, paled by sleep, and her dimpled little arms. Left alone, I began to undrew slow I v and w onder about the room, as one al ways does when oiie sleeps in a strange place. I felt as if I should smother in the close atmosphere of the room. Be fore getting into bed I wanted to inhale a little of the outside air, and in spite of the roaring of the storm I tried to open the window. It was a false one. "Well, well!" I exclaimed, a little sur prised. 1 thought I would remove the chimney screeu ; it was a f..le chimney. I rushed to the door it was locked. Fear seized me, and, holding my breath, I listened. The house was quiet, all seemed to bo asleep. Then I liisected the room care fully, straining my ears for the least sound. On the floor, near the bed, I no ticed spots ; they were blood dried and blackened blood! I shuddered, and a cold sweat stood out on mv forehead. Blood! Why should there be blood there? And I saw that a whole sea of blood must have been spilt there, for a great space around the hard wooden floor had been freehly scrubbed aud scraped. All at once I cried out Under the led I had seen a man stretched out, motion less as an overturned statue. With trem bling hands I touched the man. He did not move. With trembling hands I seized the man by the feet and drew him forth he was dead. His neck had been cleanly cut, as with one stroke of the razor, and the head held to the trunk only by a slender ligament I thought I should go mad. But some thing must be done the assassin might come at any monv at I raised the body to place it on the bed. I made a false step, and the head turned over, swung to and fro for a moment like a pendulum, and then, detached from the trunk, fell on the floor with a dull sound. With great difficulty I introduced the eenpitated trunk between the sheets.' I picked up the head and placed it on the pillow, like that of a sleeping man, and, having blown out the candle, I slipped under the bed. I did all this mechanically, without thought of defense or safety ; it was in stinct that prompted me, not intelligence or reflection. My teeth chattered; my hands were wet with a thick moisture. I felt as if I had gone to bed in a charnel bouse. I remained there in that awful fear for minutes, hours, months, years, centuries I do not know how long. I lost all idea of time and place. All was silent From without the noise of the storm and the whistling of the wind came to uie soft ened and sad, like moans. I could not picture to myself the assassin who was coming who was there, perhaps. In that state of horror I could see only little Lizcie, fair, rosy, and frank, with her doll and her great hat ; I could sea her sleeping in her father's arms ; now and then she lightly raised her eyelids and disclosed her eyes, which seemed to ine to be bold, implacable, cruel, mur derous. , The door opened, but as softly as the scratching of a mouse. I bit my lips till the blood came to keep from crying out. Now a man stepped in with gliding tread,, with infinite precautions to avoid touch ing the furniture. It seemed to me as if I could sue the cruel, clutching fingers gliding over my clothes, searching my pockets. Then the steps came nearer seemed to graze me. I felt that the man was bending over the bed, that he struck oue tierce blow. Then I knew nothing more. When I recovered consciousness the room had become silent again. But fright held me nailed to the spot. At length I decided to escape with what caution you may imagine. On tiptoe. I gained the door, which had not been closed. Not a sound, not a breath. Feel ing my way, I passed into the hall. I waited to see a head thrust suddenly from out the shadows, a knife gleam iu the dark. But no the brute, glutted with crime, slept without remorso. I de scended the stairs, drew the bolt of the door, and half fainting, with thu. blood frozen in my veins, I fell into the gutter of the deserted street Dr. Bertram had listened to my recital with tho deepest interest "And there I found you, Mr. Fmniss nnd in what a state! Could you recog nize the house?" "Yes," I replied; but to what end?" "Well, let me cure you, and then we w ill go together to the house of these assassins. Eight days later the doctor and I stood in Lower Abbey street. I recognized the terrible house. All the blinds were drawn. In front of the door a placard was placed, bearing the words: "To Let" I inquired of the former residents from a neighbor. "They have been gone a month and more," she replied, "It's a great pity, for they were very nice people, " "Mercy me!" said Mise Passee; "I sin cerely hope they will not pass the law making a day of eight hours," "Why tot?" "Just think how rapidly we shall age! Just three times as fast" Harper's Bazar. " ITOW SHE LOST IIP.H LOVER. ' rM a summer ago when h loft me hore, A slimmer of smile with nerer Inr, Till I wld to hint with a sob. My (lour I Uood-bya,my Invert good-bye! For I loved him. oh. a the stars love night ! And my cheeks fnrhlin flashed red and white When hi' flrat culled u.o hi heart's dclLjht I Uood-bye. my lover; good-bye! Tlie torn u of hi hsnd was s thins divine, -As lie sst with me In the soft moonshine. And dm nk nf my lore men drink wine: Uood-bye, my lover; good-byol And never a hlgtit as I knelt In psryer. In a gown at white a our own soul were. But in fancy he came and kissed m there Uood-bye, my lover; good-bye ! But now.O Uod I what an empty plana My whole heart is! Of the old embrace And the kiss I loved, thire is not a trace ; Oood-hye.my lover; good-bye! He sailed not over the stormy sea. And ha went not down in the waves, not he; But ah, he is lost, for lie married me ; Uood-bye, my lover; good-bya. IJames Wbitromb Riley, A Woman' M ay. She Oh, don't you think Miss Browne is the nicest girl iu the world ? He Why, yes, of course, if you think so. She And her eyes; oh, don't you think they are splendid ? He Very. She And hasn't she the cutest little mouth, and the kindest, dearest face? He Yes, indeed. She And such beautiful complexion ; and what hair! He Very beautif ul. She And then, isn't she graceful, and doesn't she waits divinely ? He My, yes. She And isn't she the sweetest, sweetest, girl ? He les, indeed. She And don't you think she knows an awful lot ; and don't you-oo-ooo-ooo t-h-i-n-k ? He Why, what's the matter, Mabel? She O-h! I t-h-o-u-g-h-t y-o-u 1-o-v-c-d me, Tom? He Why, so I do. She W-e-1-1, then how can you bear to talk bo a-b-o-u-t t-h-a-t h-o-r-r-i-b-l-e o-l-d, u-g-l-y Browne girl? Rrtnra, Lave. They had a Quarrel and sha sent " Hta lettar back next day, ITts ring and all hi preient went To htm without delay. "Pray send my klsae back to me, " He wrote. "Could you forgot them?" She answered speedily that ha Must come himself and get them. touting. Not Cigarette Thi Tim. . Willie (on the fence) Say, Downy, I heard my sister standing up for you last night Upson Dow nee Ah! What did she say? Willie She said she didn't believe it was cigarettes made you look so pale. . Upson Downes Did she? That was good of her. What did she say was the cause? Willie She said she guessed you had an ingrowing mustache. Willing to Learn. Mrs. Prohibish Johuuy, didn't you cign tho pledge the other day ? Johnny Yes, ma'am. , . Mrs. P. And isn't that hard cider you are drinking? Johnny Yes, ma'am. Mrs. P. Well, Isn't that intoxicating? Johnny That's just what I'm trying to find out Boston Courier. . No Los. Overheard in the parlor of a Broad street hotel : "What are you crying for, my little lad?" "Boohoo! I just dropped a 10 cent piece and I can't And it. " "Never mind; you'll find it, for 10 cents would not go far in this hotel", Philadelphia Record. Poor Old Chicago. Ethel Now, don't tell me, Bob, that you really care anything for that Miss Cornbeef from Chicago. ' Bob Sister Ethel, if the whole great world were mine, I'd gladly lay it at her feet Ethel Well, they'd need it. Boston Courier, .y. A Wonderful Car. Carker (calling on friend) Mercyl What's that frightful shouting upstairs? Servant That's Mr. Barker, sir. 1 Carker Why, I thought he had lost his voice. Servant He had, sir ; but he has just received the doctor's bill. Puck. PIANOS, ORGANS ft SEWING MACHINES. J. 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