Ten Re SE A Chstle in the Al 1 10’: o oastle in the air, it rose at my com mam, For tairy builders raared the the pile in Faney'’s happy land; And in its vast enchanted halls there dwelt my lady falr— "Twas all tor love of her I built my castle in the alr i wooed her thers with tender words, I won her for my bride, And through long years of dreamy bliss I kept ber by my side; All joy and peace surrounded us, for worldly want or care Had never found the entrance to my castle in the air. Put years went by, the victor years which surely conquer all, “With a temnpest’s breath and battle’s rage they shook my castle wall; They wrought their cruel work at length, and now, in lone despair, {stand amid the ruins of my castle in the air. But beautiful in ruin still its crumbling walls appear, To me the very moss that hides its grey- worn stones is dear; For tho’ its halls are empty now, tho’ its hearth is bare. The love that built it has outlived my cas- tie in the air. and TR SIRT NOT TOLD AT THE INQUEST. “Sir Francis Falldew, Bari. , to Kate, only daughter of Ilarold Redfern, Esq.” The maternal owners of mar- riageable maidens said there was a dreadful disparity, the bridegroom being quite forty years old, and the bride in the last of her teens, Matured maidens who had lived long enough to have man who had disgraced himself domestic service person. But the marnage. Sir Francis 1s rich, and offer of an earl the day before she said “Yes” the baronet. chemically got up professional beauty, but one nature’s beauties, also a mentally gifted gitl, and amiable, too, despit cing endowed with a full share of the very haughty Redfern pride. It a tradii 3 0 of i3 Redfern w Kine. being rebuked for his man- ner to His Majesty, said, **I pay hom- age to eign as my Sovereign; as 2 man a Stuart owes homage to Red- fern.” To duly appreciate the real life tragedy 1 am about to narrate, it 1s necessary to be mindful that no prouder woman could be met with than my heroine. Not an ignoble pride, for she was only proud of being the descendant one of the oldest families in Britain, that there was no record f any Redfern doing aught to sully the honor of his name. The marriage of Sir Francis and Kate was not a matrimonial alliance, a sort »f lease for life arranged and adjusted by lawyers, but a matrimonial union, a union of hearts as well as of Lands, Theiefore, the disappointed maternal owners of marriageable maidens, and thie angry matured maidens old enough to have been matrons twenty years ago, were not comforted by seeing the dis- cord and unhappiness they had pre- dicted. Sir Francis and Lady Falldew were an exceptionally happy husband Was my Sover ard willl refer to the The chiris- celebrated at Falldew ’ * ir Fr sod 3 +t of Sir Francis in Hop- was reader will readily picture the sicing, the outdoor games, the feast. the tepantry, the tradesmen, the laborers; and of all the world and his wife and his children. In the stately hall of the Grange thers was a banquet worthy of the occasion, and the roof rang with the cheers that greeted the toast, *‘Ilealth and long life to Francis Redfern Falldew.” The banquet was over, the guests were in the drawing-room, when a ser- vant came up and spoke to his master, “] can see no one on any business.’ “My dear Falldew,” said an M. I. ng ol up for the county, and as soon as you are in the House, and especially when see anybody on any business, at any time." In the midst of a chat about the coming contest for the county, the ser- vant returned and put a paper into his master’s hand. Under-Secretary, *‘that your persistent caller is a voter who is convinced that the Empire will be ruined unless he expounds to you his views about a mea- sure for storing rain-water and bottling summer heat.” Sir Francis looked at the paper, and his face flushed and then became pale as he crushed it in his hand. +I will see the person. Excuse m absence for a few minutes,” . “Ah,” observed one of the guests, as Sir Francis left the room, ‘*he seems knocked over. Perhaps there is bad news from Newmarket about one of his horses in training there.” “More likely bad news about the election,” remarked the M. I’. and {I nder-Secretary, “for when a fellow gets into polities he cares for nothing so much, and is almost indifferent to other bothers!” Sir Francis went to the library, and when he had e¢losed the door a woman who had been seated stood up and threw ‘pack a thick veil which had concealed rher face. She was an old woman with gray hair, a wrinkled forehead, sunken cheeks, and thin, bluish lips. “It 18 over twenty years since we and I dare say you thought 1 was 80 I might have been, only 1 was kept up with the thought of this meeting. oat grows slowly, but it grows, and right comes slowly, but it comes, It is seven thousand four fussed and ten days ad nights since we , weary days weary nights. I have waited and waited, and now the four has come.” ny dad in » ’ woman, “What! do you forget me? I am ‘Mrs, Neve, the mother of Ethel Neve, who married you and became the law Mul Lady F , and consequently I aw grandmother to Ethel’s son, your son, Francis Falldew., Now do you remember me?’ “Yes. I had not forgoiten you. Why are you here? 1 have nothing to do with you; or you with me. Why do you come to me after so many years?” “I will explain, also, why I come at this particular time; and on this special day. I have not come to ask you for money.’ “I am engaged, and what you have to say must be sawd quickly,” “I know. Christening party. If you are very busy, go. I can speak to others. This 18 a pretty way to recelve a mother-in-law after being so long parted, For you remember me, and you know I am your mother-in-law.” That woman his mother-in-law. Sir Francis’ face flushed when he heard he word, but the tone of his volce was not unkind when he said: “1 am mindful that you were the wother of Ethel. I am also mindful of the dead and veanrul past, Why you have come hers 1 know not. I tell you that your visit must not be repeated. The past is passed.” Mrs, Neve laughed, and her laughter was shrill and mocking. “If you will listen, I'll soon make you undegstand Bhat the past is not passed as you think; and if you won't listen to me there are other ears that will. Anyhow, the eas of the law will hear.” “Mrs. Neve, it will be better for yon not to go to a lawyer; but, whether you do or not, you must not trouble me. When Ethel died 1 gave you a sum of money that would yisld you an income of £150 a year, not that you had a claim on me, but for the sake of the painful past. If that money ig gone, if | lawyer, and I may assist you.” Again the mocking laugh. “Well, in all the years of looking for Didn't 1 say I am not here for money?’’ ““Then why are you here?” “I will tell you, if you are not other- | wise engaged for a few minutes, you didn't, for you said I had tricked you into marrying Ethel. So 1 did, baronet lawfully wed the daughter of | being in the coffee-shop line. Oh, what | lies I told you about his dying in Confederates as a British volunteer.” “1 remember well how you imposed | upon me; and since you do not even dare to boast of it, you must at once leave my house, and I forbid you to enter it again.” “What is temper? Well, the use of getting in a | You had better hear me out, | you did not think me a fool, but | smart as 1 am. Now, by hook by crook, I found out what you and your father, the old Sir Francis, were at. You were going to try to annul | the marriage —and you might have done it then—and if so Ethel would not have been Lady Falldew,and the baby would not have been heir to the title and the estates, So 1 again set my to work, and again I tricked you **I wish to hear no more about tricks.” “But you If not from then from Well, Ethel, 1 the baby went to Wales, and then you heard from Ethel that the baby was dead, and soon after you heard from me that Ethel was dead. 1 sent you certificates of death, didn’t 17" be Ye a." “How I quaked lest you should get some one to inquire; but you were so glad to be out of the muddle that the certificates were enough for you, and you stopped the proceedings about the | marriage since you thought yourself to be a childless widower,” There was something in the tone and ! emphasis of Mrs, Neve that made Sir or | wils your must, others, rise he, and “It is 80 many years ago, that I dare | say you may have lost those certificates, | deaths.” i Sir Francis recollected that a long | while ago he had lost some papers of no | | were the certificates and letters men- tioned by Mra. Neve. But be instantly | reflected that her suggesting the loss | | was a mere coincidence, and that after | all the certificates, if they had been re- | | quired, could have been replaced by | fresh copies. The woman seemed to read bis thoughts, for she said: “Of course copies of genuine certifi- | | cates can always be had, but those cer- | shams—forgeries!” ““Forgeries!” “Yes; I suppose that is the lawful word, The baby did not die, and | Ethel did not die. I only pretended ings. " Sir Francis started from his chair jand with a vague fear and terror. But he became quickly composed, for why should he believe the statement? In moments of excitement thought is rapid, and as he resumed his seat he reasoned about the matter, and con- cluded that if Ethel and the child had not died he would have heard of them years ago. Again Mrs, Neve seemed to read his thoughts, and said: * Of course it 1s a wonder to you that if they were not dead you should not have heard about them for over twenty years. I will explain. Witnesses do not die in a few months, and to make it safe that you could not get rid of Ethel and cut off the boy we went to foreign parts, but at every move taking caution on caution to have plenty of witnesses as to where we came from, 80 that there would be no fear of your getting out of it by denying that Ethel is Ethel, or that the boy is your identi. cal son. Lor, I am carefull ‘The only time you saw the child its foot was bound up, snd I told you that by an accident its foot had been crushed, and that the middle and little toes had been accident. 1 proved in any court, It was abou! seven years, and we were coming back, when Ethel got queer in her head, owing to sunstroke, and when we did come the boy was ten years old, and we put him to school, and again Ethel got queer, and has since always been queer on and off, and mostly on. So, thinks I, it will be better to wait and wait until the boy was twenty-one and could do as he liked with you, and not you with him, He will be twenty-one in a few months. And why did I not wait for the few months, eh?” Sir Francis did not reply to the ques tion, for he felt as incapable of speaking as if he were in the agony of a night- mare dream. “Of course I heard of your bigamy with Miss Redfern, who is Miss Red fern still, and of course I heard of the birth through the papers, and hkewise about this jollification; and, thinks I, Francis is too near the twenty-one to be hurt, and it is just a nice time to let Sir Francis know he has never been a childless widower, but that his wife Ethel is still alive, though just now off her head, and that Ethel’s son, who Is his son, is just as strong and Realthy a young man as any father could own. Likewise, a correct young photo of his pa, the baronet,” Sir Francis had recovered his power of speech, and was angry with himself for being in any way or degree affected by the wild and vu'gar story. “What 18 your motive for Inventing such but I warn you, Mra, Neve, that if you annoy me again I shall not spare youn.” Mrs. Neve greeted the warning with a mocking laugh, and then said: ““SWhen 1 told you lies you believed me, ard now l not believe me. How strange! hoarse, stifled whisper, ‘‘oli, any way, any way!” Three days afterwards she was miss- ing from the house, and was found, with her baby clasped in her arms, at the bottom of the ornamental water in the grounds of Failldew Grange, It bad been raining, and the path by the water might have been slippery, and therefore the Coroner's jury held that she had fallen in, and returned a verdict of accidental death; for the story of her great trouble and sorrow was not told at the inquest, — EE a —. An Experimental Cook. When Fred Sibley marmed Alice Wheeler he took her to a well-furnished, comfortable home, and to all appearance life opened out most auspiciously for those two who had become one, For a time all went well Mrs, Wheeleg, the mother of Alice, lived with the vommg couple, as had been planned before the marriage, She wasa woman of good sense, and effaced herself as much as was consistent with her own self-respect. ~oognizing the right of the young people te perfect freedom under their own roof-tree, She did more, Fred's means were not adequate to the expense of Keeping ¢ cook, and Mrs, Wheeler was a practical housekeeper, part of the work with her own and furnished the ) se admirable meals whi ric fame as ‘Mother’ } +s hist i cooking. Fred liar w » economy which is the weal omen’'s lives, but she had ¥ fava ¢ { here of love and good. sone when mattied, She that years tiles 11 1th Quite ami 1d most § ship, tit clues and proofs of what I have go you, from your mother-in-law.’ When Mrs, Neve had cis took up the packet of first thought was firegrate and burn them. Why should he tronble himself any more about the mad story of that vile woman? Yet if she again annoyed bim, tl 1 H1088 to put them in his fron safe and returned to He was unusually lively solved to forget iy, being re- all about the visit and Dut it, and the remembrance of worried and vexed him next day, He said to himself a hundred times over that it was foolish to give a thought to such a story, but points were constantly recurring in his mind —that he had accepted the certifl- second that? Well, I suppose I must dine on potatoes w-h-g-w! they're burnt as black us my hat,” “1 believe they did scorch a little,” sald Alice coolly; ‘they boiled dry. What's that a sign of, mother?”’ But at that moment Mrs, Wheeler ex- cused herself, and without answering her daughter's question went to he: room. “(rive me some pudding!”’ Fred com- manded in the martial tone in which he might have said, ‘‘Give me liberty or give me death!” He devoured a plateful while his wife regarded him as if he were some new zoological specimen, “Is the pudding good?’ she inquired timidly. “It doesn’t need any praising,” re- marked her lord and master. ‘Give me another dose.” Then the worm turned, Alice rose from the table and all unconscious of her chief-cook-and-bottle-washer appear- ance confronted the would-be household tyrant, “Mr, Sibley,” she said in a clear, firm voice, and with what Semantha Allen would call a “majestic mein,” *‘I have | cooked the first and last dinner I shall | ever cook for you. If you had given me i one word of praise or encouragement ould probably have gone on per your despotic appetite with lmpos- sible cooking. Now I shall do my own work 1m my own way. And I will never defraud a professional cook of - her wor red-handed da He WAS as good next dav a { Ossian was installed mn the i hier it y resumed IN IRISH HOVELS. MADE Where the “ French Embroidered” Handkerchiefs Come From. The prettiest giris in all Ireland, ex- cepting perbaps those of Galway, may be found 1n Donegal country. They are tall, straight and walk with a vigor and elasticity that eomes from constant ex- ercise, Their hair is abundant and 1s of a purer black than can be found else. where in the kingdom. The eye is sometimes dark, but generally a dark blue, shining forth from under the blackest brows, which contrast with a clear and rather too colorless com- plexion, the result, probably, of want of animal food, As 1 was jaunting along the other day I heard two voices singing which seemed to emerge froma green hillside until the car came close upon the singers, a couple of girls with just such bair, eyes and skin as I have detcribed, nestled down in the deep grasses, thick with, fairy thimbles, busily at work “‘sprigging.’’ Jumping off the car, I asked to look at the work, their lin handkerchief was pinned. In taking up one of them I recognized the embryo of what we call in the Uni- Ntates a french embroidered Un the square of deli- lawn bad stamped an elaborate pattern of ti flowers and oped bor- worked in fine ing" proper titch, in which wrought. fine been ny This was being the “'s yer EL 0% 5 * being the over-and-ove $ . the flowers given t pr i are E vant ’ Ys ie pattern by the lination for mu fested sif at a very early old spinet is still preserved ‘ at Sant’ Agata, on which he prac when a child. The instrument bes cur inscri which: shows date at whiel ticed on it. HLS SC » great composer ¢ translation of which is in Italian, 1s worth “By me, Stevano Cav- hammers were restored and for this have fitted a pedal ; these hammers gratis, tion, here: the covered with leather | ment, to which 1 and 1 have made seeing the 1 disposition ng Giuseppe Ver { ing to pls to OOH thio OOK Lila ¥ 1814, ras, of course, certificates and the letters about the its foot was bound up, and he had been told that two of the toes had 1 putated. Several tines he took out the packet of papers, but returned it to the iron safe without should he bother himself papers which had been p port the impossible fic could not cease 10 think look at the spared to sup- on? Dut he yf the story, tion it to his solicitor, whom be had to see on some other business, Not, as he admitted to himself, that he was in the least alarmed, but the woman might be be well to his legal adviser as to what he 0 consult solicitor by an apology for repeatin such an absurd story, and was rather gravely to it, and was still graver when packet of papers, “Surely you are not in the least im- pressed by the wild story. ?"”’ “It 1s indeed a wild story, Sir Fran- further annoyance, These papers give pames, dates and addresses, and there- fore we can readily deal with the mat- ter.’ “When shall I call on you again? Do not write to me, as Lady Falldew acts as my Secretary, and might read the letter, and I should not like her to hear about the annoyance,’ “Call on me this day week." “Nut earlier?” *1 think not. Francis, wild story of Mrs. Neve was Ethel, the woman he for the insane, Francis, the son What could be done? The case was and B form, as the real suppressed, and they ad- vised proceedings for a divorce as soon as the lawful wife recovered from ker periodical fit of insanity, as a suit for annulment was out of the question. Divorce! What could that avail? If he succeeded in his suit, as he was ad. vised be was sure to do, be might then form a legal union with his beloved Kate, but at present she was not his lawful wife, and her son and his son was not and never could be the heir to the title. The lawyer employed by Mrs, Neve became so pressing that something had to be done, and the affair could no lon- ger be concealed from Kate. She heard of the calamity with painful calmness; and when her husband exclaimed, “Oh that by dying I could save you from this sorrow,’’ she said: *1 know you would die to save me and to save the boy from shame, but your dying would not do it. Sol am not your Wife amd my boy is" Presently said, “Ah! if there were any way -oli, any way--to hide the shame, to prevent “he shame.” , Bhe did not , Bhe red to have be- umb, and when her husband ‘she wrote, “1 she was heard herself, in a counsel ir wish vou would cook the dinn ith the help from your a chicken, cook peas, and make 1 * and t} motl asparagus ny 16 new auto. his s -nest pudding,’ to business leaving his wife witl ened color and displeased expression, for this sudden assumption of authority distasteful to her. For this husband of hers was only her senior by a vear, and they “didn't know where he Mrs. Wheeler scarcely glanced at ber faughter as she rose from the table and breakfast service. in their places herself in. Onee during the long fore opened her door, “What is it?” she called anxiously. “I've cut one of my fingers off, but it's no matter,” was the tearful answer, Dinner time came, so did Fred, Mrs, Alice was in her own place, very much flushed, with the black, symbolic charac. tersof the *‘key of the kitchen'’ inscribed tated finger tied up in an old kid glove sheath, re-assuring. “Why, Alice! ney sweep!” “1 feel like was the answer, Fred began with an attempt to carve the chicken, Neither knife nor fork made the slightest impression. He laid them down. “Did you parboil it?" he inquired, “No, 1 didn't suppose chickens needed to be parboiled?” “Chickens don’t,’’ retorted Fred; “old fowls do. Nobody living can dismen- ber this one,” Then he removed a cover and his lips began to curl, “What in-—-what sort of a mess is this?" “Peas on toast,’ answered Alice, with a brave swallowing of some obstruction in the throat-—her heart probably. “Cats on toast,’ snapped Fred; “who ever heard of cooking peas in that way?’ “You have forgotten to ask a bles. sing,” # od Alice, with a wicked twinkle of sarcasm in her eye, Fred instantly dropped his head and mumbled: “For what we are now about to receive the Lord make us thankful. Amen what sort of a stew is there in this dish?” ‘ “That is us.” Y ou look like a chim- one.’ his benefit. His first master the village of Boncole, not at as generally sup- posed) the composer was born. After three years’ instruction the child had made such rapid progress that be was appointed organist of the church. His father, desiring give him a better education than could be obtained in his native village, sent him to the neighix own of Busseto. Here, be obtained Antonio exercised an influence on his subsequent Barezzi was an enthasiastic ir who played several instru- and whose house was the head- quarters of the Philharmonic Sociely Busseto, of which Glovanni Pro- vesi, the organist of the cathedral, was conductor. In such an atmosphere the gens of young Verdi rapidly developed. Provesi was so impressed Ly the prom 'se he showed that he offered to give him les- Of these such advantage was taken that at the end of two or three years the master frankly owned that his pupil knew as much as himself. When, in consequence of advantage, Provesi gave up We conductorship of | the Philharmonic Society, his piace was taken by Verdi, then sixteen years told, who at once began 10 Compose pieces for the society, which were pro- duced under his own direction, These early works are still preserved in the Library of the society at Busseto. — Petroleum Found. was the organist of in which (and Busseto, is 1o yrin $ Wing | the house of distiller, who a situation in Barezzi, a important of SONS, A Natural Refinery Entering through a crevice between | two gigantic rocks, the explorers found themselves in a circular basin 300 feet in cireumference and lofty in height. | The floor of this basin is regularly | paved with broad flagging as if done by | the hand of man, From three paris of | the basin arose a thin, bluish vapor, { spreading through the underground | chamber a close, oildike smell. On in- vestigation this vapor was found {arise from deep seams in the rocky floor. One of the party produced | long cord and, attaching it to a small stone, attempted to gauge the depth of these seams. No bottom could be reached however, On the stone being | withdrawn it was in every instance { found to be covered with yellow sticky matter of glue-like consistency, strongly impregnated with a petroleum odor, | One of the party stumbled on a second, | opening, and this led into a third and | smaller chamber, in the center of which | was a working, bubbling oil fountain. This was the pure article itself, clear as if fresh from the best oil refinery. In fact, it was the product of a natural refinery, and the most potent forces were engaged in its manufacture, From deep down in the bowels of the earth came a sound as of a steady churning, and the oil mass heaved and shook at intervals, as the continued product of the natural refining process was poured in, Thread bas recently been made from the bolls of milk weed, which 18 said to to bave the echsinency and tenacity of flax or linen thread, fibre is long easily carded, and can be adapted to spinning on an ord! flax spluner, Easily grown, the t, hitherto a worthless weed, may prove a nval to the cotton of the south, Love Caxrs are made of three five ounces of sugar, six of flour, to and acs wh pan baking. N Hace svUlching, ‘vel ey 19 aid 1 wandkerc four or six to ten pence sr the more elaborate ones, k, requiring and flagging in § CAD earn in a ixty-two and a half : (seventy-five ar they can ing up odd mo- close appli- irs a day for six the most beaut:- efs and ladies’ 18, along the road- of lre- Ose appiica- o un days. And in ful Frend Wear are 1 side and in land this woy andker in hove he fields of North ti — ee The Eyes of the , with its bu h presenting th is proved by separat- y-sided cornea and looking ith a microscope at a can- bee, morever, besides «d eyes, carries on the simple eyes, very r short-distance vision, Then , whereby 1t feels oe through it « dle flame, {s pair of facet top of its head convex, fi there are its antenne its way dark hive,and which { moreover its exquisite power of ll. Bees can hear, too, though Sir y Lubbock thinks not, They seem because, like wise people, they ry attend to such sounds as concern : their own hive’s *‘roar’’ the strag- rlers can hear a very long way off, and Mr. Cheshire thinks that the old key and warming pan music at swarming time is by no means exploded. Their impassiveness under many Kinds sounds he compares with that of most human a thunderstorm: we are as if we heard not, whereas if a child cries for nelp we wake inte ac- tivity. Bees are clearly not emotion or nerve vw 4} : Lae of beings in to waste Tuey have a given force. knots or lumps where the nerve thread meets. A bee's brain is a larger gang- lion placed in 1t8 head, divided-—like ours—into two lobes. In queens and drones the brain is small. The worker the ant and more than twenty times as much as the cockchafer. Intellisent though it is, we need not supposs gt 10 be a high-class mathematician because Mr. Cheshire says that if jou put a soap bubble on a bit of slate one side Pat another close to it sides, Now add five more bubbles, so now be perfectly hexagonal all the being flat, the free ones curved. This is the case in the hive, the free walls of the comb always running in a sweep, and the hexangonallty being simply due to the pressure of one bee against au- other as they are working. ni aI III A son Half Cents Wanted, There is a growing demand in New York City for a smaller coin than a cent The little red coin has traveled West until it has reached the shores of the Pacific, where it may be said to meet the brass cash of Cathay, and no smalle: colin is needed in the West. But here a half cent would tend to prevent waste among the poorer people. Thus there are plenty of toys which are retailed at a cent each which could be, and w 1 be profitably sold at half acent. (‘re must buy an even number of pounds of sugar and an even number of some Kinds of * or lose half a cent, It will sound mean to some people to hear one complain of the loss of half a cent, but the old Scotch proverb about willful waste and woful want cannot be ign. red, “The standard coin of France is the franc,” said a Frenchman te me recently, *‘and it is as ig a coin there as a dollar is here, That is because we have also the centime-—a fifth of your cent. It wonld make America richer to give the people a balf-cent coin.* It is smooth ice the rough path 1s saat for the fet.
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