A ———— face within 1t, lay open in the stranger's RE-AWAKENED MEMORY. hand. A flush dyed Avis’ face, “Pardon me,” Sibyl Meredith said; “it lay open and—and——" Then after a pause: “You are Avis Leigh, whom Vere St, George loves, Girl, you saved | rob a wife of her husband, the bride of her bridegroom? Oh, shame, that any one could humble me with the | thought!” { He then pleadel ss a man might | plead for his very life!” but she only | shook her hand, HORSE NOTES. Accepted. FASHION NOTES. How many years it's lain away, Unknown, unread, unseen, The litile song | sent one day To that gre it magazine! How Often a Very Simple Thing May | ~1tose is to be one of the favorite Restore the Connection. i colors for elegant evening wear this { winter, There are exquisite new shades of this color, both pale and decided in hue, ~I'be jockey Meaton will ride for W. L. Scott next season, ~The b. g. Rex., record 2,22, by For i was very young indeed, Orion, dam Mary Bell, is dead. - With hopes of rosy tint; 1 thought [ &'en might live to seo My little song In print, But only now, when I am gray, And life is fleeting (ast, The longed for—after long delay — “Accepted comes at last And in the joy it brings to me There lurks a mournful doubt If I shall ever live to see That little song *‘come out.*” For magazines are fresh and sfrong, They grow not old and gray; And though it's true that ‘Art is "Tis not so long as they. Fei) But we—awe fadel With bitter pain I learn that well-worn truth Alas! I shall not live to gain The cherished hope of youth, { shall not hear my little song By others read or sung; 1 feel 1 cannot live so long— I am no longer young! RR I IR HER EVIL GENIUS. will, in sunny hair, from his memory, It day, when, with white, woeful face, and tear-fillzd eyes, she cried out that he had oroken her heart. “It was cruel!” she cried, **it was un- | just, anmanly, and unfair! You spoke | words of love to me, and I believed | you—earth was heaven for the bright summer past, and all the time another | woman held your promise, another wo- | man wore your ring, and had listened, before I saw your face, to your vows of love.” “I never loved her,” Vere St. George said; **you, and you alone, are the one | love of my life, You must believe this, Avis; you must aot think me a scoun- | drel” Avis Leigh smiled half-pitifully, half- | scornfully, | **How that would lessen your right to the title I cannot see,” she said quietly, | «*%it would be no worse, nor even as bad, to woo me, while you loved and | were ongsged to another, than to win her with words of love, make her your promised wife, and then be false to | your vows, It makes iittle difference | i which you love—nothing can excuse | Vere's face flashed hotly, for he knew | that Avis spoke the truth; but love for her had been conqueror over every | other feeling-——even honor itself had | been hushed silent for a while; but there was, if no excuse, at least some | extenuation of hus conduot. Before he had ever even seen this | fair-faced Avis Leigh, Sibyl Meredith | had come to his mother's home to make | it bers—Sibyl Meredith, the orphan | -—a friend to whom size_owed the very gift of life itself, who Id saved her from death ut the nsk of her own life when they were both girls, Sibyl was about nineteen years old | then, a bnliiant dark-eyed girl, with a rarely beautiful face, a crown of ebon | hair, and royally graceful in every movement, Sibyl Meredith, though beautiful as | woman seldom is, ssemed to care for | nothing or no one save Vere and his mother, They seemed to be her world, | and Vere, man like, felt flattered. . How it happened Vere could not | very well tell, only it was his mother’s | wish, and then the girl was so beantiful | herself, and yet— and yet i Well, he hada not the slightest inten. | tion of ssking her to be his wife that | summer afternoon, but somehow they | had strayed down past cliffs and crags, | away to the woodland beyond, and then | the thunder and lightoing had broken | so suddenly over them, and Sibyl was | frightened and clung to him, and he | in tho passion of the moment bent his | head and kissed the trembling lips, and | called her darling. After that—well, he had made a fool | of himself; he would not be a kuoave, | 80 he asked Sibyl! to be his wife, and | she had answered hin yes, He was satisfied enough for a while; | he did net love the little dark-eyed | beauty, and lately he had come to feel | with n vague uneasiness that there was something under all the soft childish. | he could not nnderstand. But she had promised to be his wife, and his ring glittered on her finger; learned what love meant ate, abiding tove that thrilled his heart with its very presence, In vain he struggled against the spel! gf Ber fair face and the glint of her yellow Lair, but love conquered every other thougut, and he put the memory of his faith to Sibyl aside, showing Avis his love in every word and look, knowing all along, however, that he was noting the part of a villain, but Pleading his love to himeeil as his ex- ouse, One evening he pleaded with Avis to become his wife-—to give herself to his for once and for ever, . “1 cannot wait, my darling,” he said, “Oh, Avis, will you not listen to me?” She raised her clear pure eyes to his face, half startled by the vehemence of his manner, “There 1s some reason, Vers, why you urgo me to a cecref, hasty roar riage?” she said. ‘There is something Save hidden from me. What is it, ere?’ What could he do then but tell her the truth, for she would find it out Iater—toli her the truth, and ask her to n him and Meteo to him for their love's sake? Bat Avis ouly tarned away in pas. lomate despair, and then he canght her “You must listen to me, Avis! My darling, my darling, have mercy on mel” ho “Do not wreck my She smited bitterly, fel ¢ - a” “You never loved m2!” he cried pas- | sionately., | “You oan believe as you like, answered coldly; and we had better | part now forever.” { He longed to clasp her in his arms, " | kiss, one never-to-be-forgotten caress; | but he felt he dare not, sud with white | set face he turned away, | Onee he turned and looked back; she | stood still where he had left her, her | fair young face still turned towards him, perfectly ealm now, though white { and weary looking | “She never loved me!” he cried again. { “Never loved him!" Avis said to her- self with a pitiful smile, “Oh, Heaven help me how much and how welll” and then, her agony conquering her, she sank down upon her knees—sank down, | white and shivering, and knelt there { till the evening shadows fell, and “the { pale moon came out with her train of { ghttering stars; and then she rose | white as death, and stole to her own | room, only to sink down again, this time in blessed unconsciousness. with flowers, but looked cold and | dreary enough now, Inside, however, there was light and | breast, and standing at the mantelpiece a man, the expression of whose face, at the moment was perfectly unreadable, It might be love, it might be hate, or a mixture of both, that filled his bhand- “This must end, Sibyl,” he said. I feel you will play There is some me false in some way. Th: woman leaped to her feet and faced him with passionate glowing eyes, “You cannot trust me?” she cried. What I am, you have made me, and yet I loved you once,” The man's face grew dark, “Loved me once! Then you do not love me now?” “No,” she cried, “only for her sake, whom I love better than my life, am 1 still your slave.” The man's clasp tightened on her to play; but if you turn traitor you will pever look on Esa's face agmin, and you know [I generally manage to keep promises. Become Vere St George's wile, and give me the sum of or her again. The woman kneeling there is Bibyl Mereditk, the betrothed wife of Vere St. Gorge. It was a bright clear day overhead, the ice is most of fair faces and brilliant costumes. Oae of the skators on the ice is Sibyl Meredith, looking singularly beautiful back, from under th: little velvet cap, made to match the dress, both being trimmed with silver fox. At a little distance from the pond of wistful pain. Avis Leigh has changed greatly since was not a nature to love lightly, and her heart could never Jove agin, The dream had been perilousiyjsweet, but the awakening was terribly cruel, The lovely face is very pale now, the sweet lips, hall drooping, seeming to know no longer how to smi'e, and the roundness has left her cheeks, to blow her away, Her eves turn now to a little dark- eyed girl who is venturesome enough to walk quite a distance on the iee, then run back again, seeming to enjoy it with a child's merriment, Suddenly a ory leaves Avis’ hips, a ery of warning to the fearless child, who has dashed out on a thin shell of ice marked dangerous. Avis' lips, and one franght with more realize her danger, turns to run back; but all too late, for with the same slow crushing sound, followed by a crash, the ice parts, and the little one disap- in the water. More than one rushes to a certain dis. tance; none venture farther, and at the upper end, where the better skaters are assembled, and among them Sibyl Mer. edith, the accident has not yot been noticed, than safety. Then a slim girlish form, who was not among the skaters, dashes past them, and before a braath could be drawn, is down in the very spot where the little one sank, A momenta minute of suspense, during which pele faces grew still paler, and during which the people could hear their own heartbeats, and then Avis had come up, the little one clasped in her arms, From every heart there rose n ory of thankfuluess, for the most cowardly could not help appreciating the bravery of the girl —a ory of thankfuluess echoed again, when the little cae and her preserver were in safely, and then ~ «then the lady in the blue velvet snd fux-fur eame down from the upp lake, Her eyes fell first on Avis, whose ayes bad elosed in unconsciousncss, and then on the little girl, With a wild ery she caught the hittle one in her arms, Ty the nearest cottage, vis to and abe woke to then, suddenly: * o you think I would round mine: and if 1 am lost to all other feel- | ng, I love her better than my life.” | “I would not tell you, only that if it | brings me death, I sm going to atons | for my past by my confession, but be. | fore I po, answer me one simple ques- | tion: “Do you love Vere St, George?” Impelied by something ia the dark eyss fixed upon her face, a faint “yes” fell irom Avis’ lips, and before she | could frame another word, the stranger had left the room, Next day Vere St, | George was standing in the garden, when suddenly Sibyl stood before him, and something in her face for the mom- ent made his heart stand still. “Sibyl,” he cried, “what is it?” “It is thus,” she answered slowly, “that I am not Sibyl Meredith, but an imposter, for Sibyl Meredith sleeps in her grave under my name, and I am here under hers. I will tell you all, then yon can judge me— ” Before another word could leave her hps, a pistol-shot rang out on the air. “He has murdered me!” she eried— “my husband!” then fell forward at Vere's feet, her red blood dyeing the | ground. | Vere carried her into the house, but | she only lived a few hours, “He—he was my evil genius!” she | oried, before her death, **but 1 am sorry {tor it all,” And then, after a pause, as | the end drew near: **My child, my child! {| I have her sate, He cannot find her, | but you—yon—, Ah, dare I ask you? | She was the little one Avis Leigh— | your Avis—saved from drowning.” | sent for the little one, It was brought to the dying woman, { “When you are his wife, you will be kind to my little one?” { “I gave it second birth,” Avis said i softly, **it will never leave my care,” | closed Ler eyes ou life forever, | married, and though other log. What became of her father was never | Vere's marriage, and on his breast was | found a likeness of the woman who was called Sibyl Meredith for a while, {His last words were: She was my wife, own way, but I murdered her—sbot her | dead when plans.” One thing was certain; no one ever sought Eta, and if they had it would {and Avis bad ner legally adopted, so ci BONAPARTE'S ESTATE The Famous Place at Bordentown. The story of the former residence of Joseph Bonaparte is as varied as that of tae remarkable family to which it be- longed. Bait by Joseph Bonaparte, at it became the ocedtre of | wealth | passed into the hands of his brother, who in 1847 was sold out for debt by { Thomas Richard, Henry Beckett, re i Penns, bought the property, aod re- {cently the scion of this house was sold | maelstrom of extravagance in the life ot this not yet old building. Joseph Bonaparte purchased the property from Mr. Sayre. of [oint Breeze, New Jersey, in 1816. sorbed teo farms on the border of Cross- | wiok’s oreek, near Groveville, and had a ipartk of 1,000 acres. Several grand improved aod turned over to the land. scape gardener and miles of carriage drives were built, The present mansion is not the one Ex King originslly domiciled in. That was buroed, and with it perished a for. tue in works of art, rare books, tapes. try and furniture, The mansion was a perfect fairy laud, constructed on the plan of the old French novels, with secret staircases, book-cases concealing entrances to apartments, and all manner of curious coutrivances for securing secrecy and fospi wonder. The present house was built on the ruins of the first, While nearly as large and costly, it was not fitted up with the sen- sational attachments of its forerunner. The grounds are said to be among the finest in New Jersey, and the 280 acres in the present enclosure are fit for the surroundings of a palace, Evon in its decay the mansion is an imposing structure, massive rather than ornate, covering much ground and bualt in the substautial way houses were then coustructed, [tis almost square, with peaked gables and a square cupola on the apex of the central roof, Broad ver. sndas surround the house oun three sides and the a to the front entrance 18 up a broad flight of stone steps let into the terrace. Ornamental trees and shrubbery grow close to the walls aad almost hide the ' mansion from some o- Two years ago, 4 young man, living | in a Vermont village, having finished | ~ Plush hats are very fashionable, —HBudd Doble will winter at Chicago | his academieal education, was ready to | enter college. But just before she day | appointed for his examination he was | taken ill. After several weeks of suffer | ing he slowly recovered his health, but discovered that his mind had { study, Latin, Greek and mathematics | all were gone, and his | blank 1n respect to his preparatorp stu dies, His doctor prescribed that he should rest light work, He obeyed the advice, and found, in his old habit of doing things carefully, the schoolmaster that brought beck his old knowledge. Before his illness the young man, in { order to earn a little money, had taken the work of a sexton, le now resumed this wosk, and, by the physician's ad. vice, tried to keep his mind from puz. zling itself about its loss of memory, Several weeks went by without vriuging any change in his mental condition, One Sunday evening a stranger en- tered the church, and, as | was a dull one, gazed carelessly around | nota! his attention was attracted by the { lamps on the wall. He noticed that all | the wicks were su carefully trimmed be seen. He wondered as to who coald | be the careful sexton, and, happening | to be in the place the following Bavday, | he again noticed the same uniform | trimming of the wicks, Passing the church the next day, and | seeing the door open, he walked quietly in and saw the young sexton sweeping out the central aisle. Looking cicsel | “Do you do all the work about the | church,” **Yes, sir,” “Do you trim the lamps?’ “Yes, sir.” “Why do you trim them in such a peculiar way?" i “I dcn’t know what you mean?” “Why, the flames are all alike.” i *Ohbh, but they ought to be. vould not have them uneven, would you?” “No,” answered the stranger, with a smile, “Bat it speaks well for your carefalness, Why, I should think one ase or them.” n't that word actly if it were superim “ ‘Superimposed!’ used in geometry?” | “Uertainly. 1f polygons, having equal | sides and angles—" sentence the student threw down his broom, rushed frantically out of the chareh, ran moross the streel and into | his bouse, where he astonished his | umph, “Mother, I know that the squre {of the hypothenuse of & right angle triangle 1s equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides!” ' mind by the mention of the | posed figures, EE —— RETURN OF AN ARGONALUT. and the Parchase California. Jacob Leese first house in Yerba Baena, who first | raised the American flag on this peunin- suis, and who celebrated the first Fourth of July this side of the Bierras, arnved | overland from Texas recently, after an abscence from San Francisco ol twenty GAs, In 1861 he inaugurated a project of purchasing the peninsula of Lower ali fornia from the Moxican Government, such t: rms as enabled hum to form a | of the peninsula, Oauge of the conditions of the sale was that $100,000 should be transaction could bs consummated Max | imillian invaded Meaxico, quested by the company to go to Mexi- co and obtain from the Emperor a con- firmation of the grant, but he refused to do so, as he believed Mximitlian would be driven from the country, in which case the transaction could never be carried out by the Republic which would succeed. He was in Washington at the time the fortunes of Mexico were st the worst, the French baving driven the Mexican Army in the Northern Mexican States, “where they were powerless Seunr Romero, Minister ot Mexico to the United States, in ap interview with Mr. Leese regarding the purchase of Lower California, referred to the diffi. culties surrourding the Mexican Army, and stated that it covld ve greatly ms- sisted if the $100,000, or part of it, oould be paid at once. Mr. Leese raised $50,000 which was paid over, and gave his note for the rest, and this money was nsed for the relief of the Mexican foroes, which wera in consequence en- abled to effect their escape south and jon with other forces assembled there in the struggle against Maximillian, who was shortly after captured. Uatil hig val 1a Ban Francisco re. { but more especially for young girls and children, | moire ribbon goes round the crown and side, -Pearl-white China crape Is ane in Paris, ric is richly decorated with silk em- broidery and trimmings of costly lace, | fect combined with the satin of the same tint, other bodice, plastrons, bretelles, collars, cuffs, and so many accessories of one kimd or another that they are really bodices, basques, or jackets, as the case may be, orated to resemble anything you choose in the way of a waist, —Beaded nets are used for over- dresses or panels, and fine tulle with { drops of pearl, crystal or colored beads rious embroderies, drops, tinsel bro- burrs, come in all desirable White Crape, crepe de Chine and real China crape, both plain and | embroidared, are in high favor, used in mourning for {dress and wrap garniture, | most satisfactory effect snd with They are | fashionable trimmings, as they are in | various sizes and shapes and in glossy skilful hands most artistic results, An attractive costume for light mourning is shown in a camels’ hair fabric with a handsome panel, and full waist and sleeve trimmings in watered silk set on {in applique with outlining of small | rosary beads, five horses, 5. Bonner has sold Compeer, by -T'0- To, full sister to Trinket, Is in She is owned by Robert Steel, Starter Caldwel., of Brighton Beach the Mobile and New vie — William Tompkins, Macedonia, Ja. by Council Bluffs, dam Pat Malloy, for $1000, ~Theb. m. Arcola, foaled in 1872 by Enquirer, dam Paris Delle, by Lex- ington, out of Ella D., by Vandal, died at Muir's Station, Ky., on November 24, from an injury. —Hettie C,, record 2.33 has been sold { by John Shepard, of Boston, to J. A. | Bailey, of circus fame, for $3000. Her | new owner bought her as a mate tw drive with Florence on the road, Mary G., by — Edward Corrigan has purchased of D. R. Harness, Chillicothe, O., the bay | lly shadow, 2 years, by Virgil, dam Sunshine, by imp. Tharton and the weaneing bay colt Altamount, by Lon- | gfellow dam Chance, by Hevolver., The | price paid was $2250 for the pair, Gh ~—Jugmes R. Keene's br. f., foaled { April 22, 1885, by Spendthrift, dam | imported Bombazine, met witha severe accident recently, breaking some of the { bones in ber shoulder and permanently laming her. She iz doing very well, and if she recovers she will be kept as { a brood mare, {| —Tnder a judgement for $5863, ob- | talned by Mr. Hugh McMabtion, Sheriff | Farley, of Kings county, seized on Sat- | urday the stables of Mr, Herndon, at | Brighton Beach, including the horses Mollie Walton, Ennnymede, Ruchiel, | Theodorus Shortcake, Constance and Sarsfield, jcan women a wonderful | she encircled her own fair place by a little diamond ornament in thin neck. American women, almost | without exception—and m decollete | dresses especially --requive the addi- | tion of neck | mitigate a lafk of plumpness that is almost unknown to English women, | both for the costume and for wraps and | millinery purposes, pear not alone with the velvel-like and furry surfaces of former seasons, but | also in gold-threaded and moss-like ef- fects, glittering with metalli ¢ spirals land shining tufts of gold and sil- ver. Handsome Roman plushes are | wlso seen with broad stripes and rich vivid colors, besides many i plushes in every conceivable | some of them covered with a frost-like | vitrification made to resemble beading. Ty iog-nap”’ ~Kismet; or filagret, is the latest fancy work craze, It is entirely new, and consists of flowers, sprays, leaves, {or fine heavy satin. These leaves, and insects are not flat, nor in | forms. They look as if actually molten the colors, shades and softness of flow- | metal, Roses, fuchsias, buttercups, | tube roses, morning xlories, fern leaves, | dogwood, Virginia creeper, and water | ilies are reproduceds in this kismet, or filagret work. It is destined to a rapid | und long tide of feminine favor, — A compromise between low and high | corsages in the V-shaped neck, which | discloses what is usually the prettiest | sleeves reach to the elbow. This waist is pretty when made of piece lace or {of flounces or lace passing over the | shoulders and shirred below the bust in quaint old-fashioned design. A pretty set of pure white dresses for a group of bridemaids has this V-shaped corsage of Valenciennes piece lace with flounc- es across the front of the skirt, and straight full back breadths, with a lace bow on the tournure. White ostrich- tips are on the left side of the corsage and skirt and in the high coiffure, White slippers, white silk stockings, and long white undressed-kid gloves, The only jewels are small fanciful pins thrust in the lace on the bust; there may be six or eight of these, represent ing a daisy, a butterfly, crescent or spray of flowers, in diamonds, colored jewels, or enamel. —Jow Corsages are again in such favor that modistes supply two waists with most full-dress toilettes, the low corsage being used for dinners, the opera, and all evening entertainments, while the higher basque is used for da receptions. ‘Lhe low corsage is rou at the top, sharply pointed below the waist in front and back, and 1s laced ind. There is only one dart each side of the middle seam of the but a side form beginning in the to make the — William C. France has purchased from Thomas B, Armitage the br, 8, Peter Story, 18 years old, by Hamble- tonian, dam by imp. Tom Cnb, This | horse has been in litigation for some time back; and, in consequence, served no mares last season. —Dexter B. Goff, of New York has sold the bay gelding Ripton, 14 years | old, by American Doy, dam by Ameri. can Star, to Albany parties for $1000, He has also sold to Morris Bacon, of New London, Conn., the bay gelding, 9 yeare old, by Gideon, that recently showed a mile in haruess, over Fleet- wood track, in 2.204. Price §1500, 81x or seven hundred people assem- bled on the North Hudson Driving Park grounds, N. Y., on the 4h, to { witness the races, The first race, at a half a mile, was won by the favorite, Bay Rebel, after he bad made a dead heat with Belle the time of both heats being 52. Mutuel pools paid $3.30. The second race, at a mile, was won by Clarence, who sold in the BSeld { in the betting, the favorite, Hemty B., being second and Josh Billings third, Time, 1:54. Mutual pools paid $37.00. The third race was at half-mila heats, which Ben Thompson won easily in straight beats, while Kensington beat Weasel oat in the secoud heat and captured place money. Time, 51} seconds in both heats. Mutual pools | paid $4,10 and $3.80 after the first heat, il x Poy There were ninety-four days racing at Brighton Beach tus year, during { whicn 511 racez were run, including the match vetween General Harding and Shelby Barnes, runniug early on { the morning of June 9. The money | contributed by the Brighton Beach As. sociation, in purses, and added money to stakes, amounted to $151,300, and the total amount involved, including the gross value of stakes, surplus after gelling races and for the General Hard. | ing Shelby Barnes match, was §168 375, | The number of starters that have run in the 511 races make a total of 4586, and the largest number starting in one day was seventy-five on September 2, when for the second race there were no less than thirty-one runners. W, CG, Daly was the most successful owner, | winning thirty-five races and $9,375; | H. J. Woodford, with twenty-three races and $7,150, was second; J. 8, Campbell, with twenty-one races and $7.155, third ; W. Lakeland, with twenty-four races and $6 825, fourth twenty races and $6,490, fifth, ~The well-known trotter Epaulet has been bought of L. L. Dorsey, of Kentucky, by Mr. Robert Steel, for $22,500, Epaulet is five Josia old. He 18 inbred to Rysdyk’s Hambletonian, the sire of his third dam, who was Nellie. Epaulet has an mn history, He was bred by Mr. R i Veech, at Indiana Hill Stock Farm, near Lowsville. At one of the annual sales of that gentleman, several years ago, the expert judges of horse flesh some of whom paid as high as $6,000 for almost untried hoises, overlooked Epanlet, and he was knocked down to Mr. Dorsey for $300. Mr. Dorsey is quite old, and in his palmy days was the first stock farmer of his State, He owned thousands of acres of the richest od, and his home was & centre trotting world through Rolla Golddust and his y, and Epaul:t in Jala: nie. totted Ins best record in 2:204, and 2:19, defeating horses as Lizzie Wilkes,
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