THE CLIMBER. How should hp know, who hath not won Sure victories from Hun to sun— How ciin bo know, who hnth not triod The peril of the mountain-side. What strength of arm is his—wh»t zeal In combat with the brave to deal'! What prowess and what skill he hath To Had his footing on the path— To cling, and eling, and always keep His hold of faith along the steep? Who tries is aso triod. Who dares To scale the heights, their danger shares. J3ut on the cliff's uneven face Mo finds eaeh day a higher plane His strength expands: he thrills to know How broad the breathing-places grow; And every hour some gain is found. Home view from wider vantage-ground. —Frank Walcott Hutt, in The Chautau quan. 4 -THE- > 3 BISHOP'S BEHAVIOR. I ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼-WW' W ▼ ▼ ▼ NT It has been announced in several of the best-read society papers that Sir Archibald and Lady Crowley would entertain a house party on Saturday, the Cth, till the following Thursday at Crowley hall. Berkshire. Amon:; the guests would be Lord and Lady de Rigger, the bishop of Barleyshire, Miss Harbeton of the Poplars, Hanip stead, and other distinguished people. Miss Harbeton liked these para graphs. She had been undistinguished all her life until six months ago, when sho had gained celebrity by inheriting a large fortune and a quantity of fa mously valuable jewelry from an un cle. But she was of an aspiring turn of mind, and when she heard from her friend, Lady Crowley, that the "charm ing bachelor-bishop of Barleyshirs would be her fellow-guest," she re solved to wear all her diamonds at him and beguile him into letting her rule his diocese as his lawful spouse. She was rather a fine looking wom an —as she stood on the platform look ing for a nicely peopled carriage in which to travel down to the Gunter's Road Junction. Her maid was already settled in a second class carriage with her mis tress' dressing case, but the jewel box, containing .220,000 worth of diamonds and pink pearls, she took into an emp ty first class with her, when finally the ringing of the bell compelled her to make her choice. The door was slammed and locked, but just at the starting a bishop with faultless legs rushed up. put a shill ing in the guard's hand and stepped hurriedly into the carriage where the single lady sat. He was a fine looking man, clean shaven and with a remarkably open and benevolent expression of face. Younger, too, than Miss Harbeton ha/' dared to hope the bishop woitl 1 be. She had no doubt of it from the first. He must be. he could be, none other than the bishop of Barleyshire. Lady Crowley was right. Distinctly he was charming, very charming. She came to this decision even be fore he addressed her; but he was not long in doing this. In courteous tones he inquired if she could tell him when this train would reach Guntc's Road. She blushed with pleasure as she told iiim the time, and added that she, too, was going to stop at Gunter's Road to change for Crowley. His pleasure at hearing this was flattering and unfeigned. "That capital fellow. Crowley, and his charming wife will be astonished to find we have made each other's ac quaintance, for when 1 last saw him we were speaking of you and I had to confess that I had not the pleasure of knowing you," he said gallantly, and Miss Harbeton's eyes danced with pleasure as she mentally decided on her wedding dress and resolved that she would keep the wives of the coitn cry and city clergy in their proper places and only know the cathedral peopie. He was really a fascinating compan