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              B&i Wvomioe Vallev PITTSTON LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 13, 1899. AWi MikOlMlSM, I VOL. XUXKo.19 ( Oldest Newsoaper in the eekly Local and Family Journal. J »1 OO S Tear ; In Ad vane. yon a patron r - aemanaea a oore ui Cyrano, He declaims solemnly: Prlnoe, pray heaven for your notil'i weal! 1 move a pac*— lo, loch and each! Cut over— feint 1 [Ifcruatlng] What ho, you reel? [The vlaoount etaggera. Cyrano aalatea ) upon the plates high heaped with tarts and cakes. He saw a swaggering musketeer pay compliments to Lice, the buxom wife of Ragueneau. He saw Ragueneau, connoisseur of cakes and couplets, composer of tarts and triolets, adept at poetry and at pies, bustling about his sboft, blind to the musketeer, keenly alive to the hungry poets whom he fed—at so many verses a meal. De Quiche, whose manners were a little too flue to be good, expressed his admiration rather badly: brother, and she loves you!" "You are!" CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR. They talked together, the two men who loved Roxane. Tbey planned for her. Christian admitted all his dullness. He was a soldier, he said, and before women was tongne tied. Cyrano promises to tutor him in wit. "Never until this hour have my words sprung straight from my heart. A blindness falls upon me when your eyes look into mine. Tonight—tonight lor the first time, it seems to me that I am speaking straight to you." "No patron or protector," answers Cyrano, grasping his sword, "bnt 1 have a protectress here." "So marvelous a feat I conld not credit had I not heard these gentlemen swear they saw it You are brave, sir. And you serve in that company of hotheads, the Gascons?" Topic For the Week Beflnilng Jan. IB—Comneftl by Re*. 9. H. Doyle. Topic.—Where am I going?—Pg. cxlx, 57-84. "You'll have to leave town. The duke has a long arm." At the envoi'* end. I touch! The One Hundred and Nineteenth Pnlm la the longest and most elaborate of all the psalms. It is an alphabetical psalm, having a stanza composed of eight verses for each of the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet Each verse consist® of two numbers only, each of wbioh begins with the same letter of the alphabet The subject of the psalm is the law of God, and it is practically an expansion of the Nineteenth Psalm. The author la unknown. And with the word he pierced the viscount. All was confusion in an instant. Ragueneau danced about the hero of the hoar. Cyrano4« bosom friend, Le Bret, hovered near him, anxious in his happiness. Valvert's friends bore him away. Women applauded- Noblemen congratulated the lighter. Roxane's eyes looked down upon him. The buffet gizl pressed the great man to eat "Not so long as mine when it's lengthened ont," retorted Cyrano, holding ont his sword. "Show your heels now or tell me why yon stare so at my nose." "With the cadets," said Cyrano. "I'll daily teach your tongne," said be. "Only remember and repeat to ber the things I bid. So shall she never have a disillusion. Alone you fear to ohill ber heart. Take then my words— and so you shall win ber I Wed them to your lips. It will amuse me. It is a good experience for a poet. Will you not do it?" "A new tone's in your voice." "My oompany is here assembled," said Carbon de Castel-Jaloux. "Cyrano, present them to the oount, if you please." ** A new tone, true,.for in the night that hides me I dare at last to be myself. I dare—I know not what. Forgive me that I'm moved. Tbia—this ia so sweet—so strange"— CHAPTER IV. "Your grace mistakes;" apologized the bore, drawing back. But though Cyrano's eyes saw all the soene, but one thought filled his blind —Roxane. Would she never oome? Would the slow minutes never drag themselves by? He whiled away the tedious time by writing her a love let tar. Words ran like liquid fire from his pen, and, looking up, he saw that she had oome. He bowed low to her duenna. "Love you sweets, madame?" be ask- "Come, now," said Cyrano, "what amuses you? Is it that it's dangling like an elephant's trunk or crooked like an owl's beak? Or is it the fly that takes the air on the tip?" CHAPTER V. '' Yes—strange to be sincere. The fear of being mocked has always locked my heart." "So stranger" The liand of famous daredevils looked insolently at De Quiche as they ranged themselves beside Cyrano. He had overcome his sadness and had thrown himself into the task of showing a cheerful Gascon face to the rabble of flatterers. Now at his captain's command 11m stepped forward toward De Quiche and, waving his hand toward his comrades in arms, broke into a ready rhythinio introduction: "Ah," cried to, "I have no money I" Blushing, she put all the contents of the buffet at his service. The cadets come in, and, to their disgust find the once swaggering Cyrano embracing Christian. A musketeer mockingly laughs at the scene, whereupon Cyrano enffs his bead, and the cadets turn somersaults for joy to see that all the old spirit is not dead. "Mocked? But why?" The topic suggests the idea that life is a journey, a going either toward God or from God. The psalmist in the topical reference declares that be is going toward God, directed by His law and testimonies. If we want to travel in the same direction, the word of God ia our #nJy true guide. "Thy word is a lamp onto my feet and a light unto my path.'' The only way to go God's way ia to follow His law* What we might call the atepa in thia way are pointed out in the topical reference. 1. The first step ia consideration and decision to go God's way, as pointed oat by Hia law (Terse 67), "I haveaaid that I would keep Thy words." Thia decision shows that there has been due consideration of the question. The psalmist has doubtless earnestly considered the matter as to which is the better way to so, with the law of God or against it, and has wisely ooncluded that he will keep God's word. This is the first step toward traveling with God. We most decide to do so, and after dne consideration who oan fail to oome to the same oonclnsion? Personal interest, duty, destiny, demand obedience to God's law. If men considered the matter more thoroughly and earnestly, more would decide to go God's way. Thoughtlessness is largely the cause of godlessness. If we thought more upon our ways, we would more readily turn our feet unto God's testimonies. 8. The second step is the stndy of God's law. The law of God inust be studied and known to be practiced. If we were blind, no light could guide us. Ignorance is blindness. It requires knowledge of God's law to make it of value to ua. We should study it prayerfully, systematically, earnestly and constantly. Then we are in position to follow the direction it points us. 8. The third step ia the  God's law. "I thought on my ways and turned my feet unto Thy testimonies. I made haste and delayed not to keep Thy oommandmenta." Consideration, decision and study are valueless without action, without praotioe. The prodigal son thought, decided and acted. He said, "I will arise and go to my father," and he also "arose and went" Practice alone will make our decisions effective. Two incidental characteristics of one traveling God's way are thanksgiving and association with those of the same manner of life. "At midnight I will arise and give thanks to Thee because of Thy righteous judgments. I am the oompanion of all them that fear Thee and of them that keep Thy precepts" (verses 62, 68). Child of God, going God's way, go and do thou likewise. Bible Readings.—Gen. v, 24; vi, 8, 9; xvii, 1; n Kings xx, 1-6; Ps. i, 1-6; xri, 8; six, 14; xc, 12; cxvi, 9; oxix, 67, 106-118; Mia vi, 8; MaL ii. 6; John xir, 1-7. Savinien - Oyrano de bergerac was born In Peri go rd in the year 1630 and died at Paris from a broken bead received in one of his numeroDs escapades at the early age of 86. In his day he was knows as a oomic author, an inveterate rhymester »nCi a writer at two plays of sufficient merit to have portions of them appropriated by Mali ere. His work, however, was as odd as his character. It was true. The precieuse bad bent her eyes upon him. He stood trans-,, fixed, the gentleman from Tonraine. Ligniere, delayed beyond his wont from bis favorite tavern, made his escape from the lovelorn youth's side. "Ah—for my heart's wild beating! I sought to clothe my love with witty words, to hide it from the curious gaze. I longed to reRch up starward, and am of ridicule. I stooped and picked a wild fiower. This wit of oura! To catch your fancy at the first—'twas good, but now 'twould be a profanation of the calm night to speak the words that garnish fine love letters. Come, let us look upon the stars. Let the wide sky take from us all our make believes. I dread that in the alchemy we're skilled in, the very essence of our love may dissolve—escape us. Ah, it is sin in love to play at fencing! The moment comes—and blest that moment—when every polished phrase and rounded word is sad and vain.'' "I—I—did not look. I was careful— I knew better." "I oouid not take them from you, child," he said; "so keen is our Gascon pride. But fear of bnrtiug you outweighs the pride. There, these few grapes, this water, a half a macaroon— and leave to kiss your hand for dessert" Deeper grew the little maid's blushes. "I thank you, sir," she said and oourtesied out of sight "Then why did yon look at my nose, sir? Does it disgust you? Is its hne unwholesome to you or its proportions too largo?" ed. "Yes? Take then these cream cakes —see, I put them in a sonnet of M. Beuserade, and here are little- puffs—six of them, done up in a poem by St Armant —and here are bo| cakes. Go, I beg, and eat them and come not back until the last crumb is eaten." Laden with her qweet spoils, the duenna withdrew. The wooing of Roxaue began. Daily the lover, who could think and feel and mold hia thoughts to beauty, taught the lover who was dumb. Daily Roxune, hearing Cyrano's impassioned speeobes through Christian's chiseled lips, was borne deeper and deeper into the ecstasy of love. Daily Roxaue told _hei cousin of her lover's wit and She read Cyrano verm* he had written, and when he seemed soaroe enthusiastic over them ■he taunted him with being jealous of a better poet than himself. Then Cyrano's eyea would flash with merriment, and over hia misstated faoe a smile would ran. He was not altogether sad in those days. The audience was growing impatient It had been promised a rare treat—rarer than good Master Baro's "Clorise" afforded. Ragneneau. king of pastry "No, no I" gasped the bore. "It is small, quite minute, in fact. Heaven help me!" "My lord, Oaaoon cad eta are they, Of Oiirbon of Oaatel- Jaloox; Boas' era, iwaggera, bold and gay. Cade a of Qaaoony are they. Even child be vm viciom and cooka. patron and waa famooa for bia bail circnlaten and aodaeiooe dekda. Ha them of the . among other thing*. with gerac. b Kl»Mifc --t'Bto ha* v any one to whoa be took a *id Ragnenean. of pc°t- .. ■ "It's enormons,M said Cyrano, "and I am proud to possess it Kvery meddler knows tfaat a big nose is indicative "She admired you," said Le Bret. anioug them, telling bargain of Cyrano de Ber- "She? Aii! Admired me—but another does not Bow oould I hope it? Look you on my note. Where'er I go it ia •till • quarter at a mile ahead of me— ridiculous, hiduona. And I—of oourse I love the fairest, the moat brilliant, most refined, moat golden haired—a sweet perfumed rose, full of unconscious charms. Ah me!" "Their pride, their daring race, a!way, Their blood, than oldeef blood more bloat Cade a of Qaaoony are they, Of Curbon of Oaatel-Jalonx. WM d if au affable soul.** And to illuatrata Ilia point he soundly cuffed the bore, and, having taken him by the chouldera, turned him round, that be might administer a parting kick. The bore ran away, calling to the guards for help, and Cyrano, having convinced the audience that he waa a man of hia word, warned them that the next who flnda amuaement in hia now aball have a taste of nia sword and not hia boot {Ot a bate of Montfleurr," "He hM forbid the actor to aet foot upon the stage again "And now," said he, turning to Roxane and unoovering, "I bless the hour when you remembered that I lived. You come to tell me"— a he migrated to Parl« unbridled diaeipahimselfIf. "Spindle shanks and eagle eyea— Bristling beard and wolfish teethl They charge the rabble. The rabble files. See, uhelr plumes) Guess what Ilea Hidden nnder f Holes ere beneath. "Spindle shanks and eagle eyes— Brist tng beard sad wolfish teeth"— for a month. And today Montfleury la billed to play t Sorely then will be rare apoit when our Cyrano aeea him t" (ion. At th» oapital he attached _ to tla tnrtmlent Gasoon oomptmj of Carbon Oastel-Jalonx and vu no sr a soldier than he took op aqu and dueling as a pastime. The d«_ of deependoea, ha liked nothing bet than plunging recklessly into the gxe* •at rtanpf. and hie wxploits became smsfr talk Cif Paris. He vac voniM at the siege of Arras in !•C left the army and bnllied Oaseendi in ■skint hUn, along fjth MoHerep oths* isfcelnis of the time, a membet Ida a)—in lor the study of philosophy Ont of tiiis scant 4rfographioal tsriai JCdmcnd Rostand has create*! now jaatiy seiebrated play, whioh _ thrilled into enthusiasm not ooD Vxanoe, tat alio England and - "That I thank yon lint at alL Yoor brave blade yesterday at the play mote down the man a great lord seeks to make my bos band. "And if that moment's come for ns?" floated the whisper down from the balcony.soon- "Who is this Oyrano," asked Christian, "that be should dictate to the king's players?" "Your cousin, Madeline?" cried Le Bret. Ming lemon ter V the aartoaaly "1, to And of "My ooosin Madeline, Roxane—the beauty and the wit—Roxane." ■ "She was death white the dnel through." "Aye—husband a la mode," aaid Cyrano. "I thank my destiny that I fought not for my ugliness alone, bat far your beauty also." "A poet, too, as well as a warrior," half sneered De Gniohe. "Ah, well, it is the fushion! Will yon be mine?" Bnt Roxane's love for Christian was confessed more freely to Cyrano tban to Chiistian himself, and as for the rest of the world she hid it completely, fearing the vengeance of the disappointed De Ouiche, who still pursued her with attentions. He had been made commander of the army. He had it in his power to send her lover to death. She beguiled him a little now and then, and when finally the orders came that the French forces should proceed to Arras she arranged with him that the company of Cyrano should be left behind—and in that company was Christian, of whom the lord oommander bad not heard. "All, all that came to me I'd toss to you in one wild cluster, not set in a bouquet. v I love you I I stifle—I lovel I'm mad! Do you not begin to understand, my sweet? Do you not feel my soul mount up to you? Ah, this is too beautiful, too dear, that I should tell you all and you should listen 1 It is too much. I never hoped for thia Could I but die now t Have words of mine the power to make you tremble there among the branches? For you do tremble like a leaf among the leaves! I feel it! Whether you will it or not, the blessed trembling of your hand thrills through the tendrils of your jasmine." "The choioest of earthly beings," answered La Bret, who had been pacing op and down the hall in aearoh for him. Down from the atage oame De Guiche, with hia friend, the Viscount de Valvert, their swords clattering at thalr "Not yours or any man's." "And a poet," said Bagueneau. "Lasi; night your quips did please my uncle, Richeliea. A word from me would do you service there. Shall I not say it? He Is a patron of letters, and yoo, I'll wager, have written five acts or so in rhyme? Ah, I see you have! Take ycur play to him. I'll speak to him." "And soldier," said Ouigy. "And philoaopher," said Brissaile. "Pale at my danger? She:" cried Cyrano. And %e himself grew pal* at the thought He trembled now. "And—more than that have I to say. But be again my oonsin of old days. Play we were onoe again two children frolicking at Bergerao. So shall I speak with better grace and surer oourage. Your sword was then of reeds, and all I bade you do you did." "And musician," added Le Bret. And while he trembled and whitened the duenna of fair Roxauo came gliding to his lide. "Bat," said Ligniere, "of how fantastic a preoenoe J" "Marry," went on Bagnenean affectionately, " 'twould puzzle even onr grim painter Philippe de Obampaigne to portray him!. Idethinka, so whimsical, wild, comical is he, only Jacques Cat lot, now dead and gone, bad succeeded better and bad made of him the moat valiant ai all hia visored crew. And proud—her is prouder than all the fleroe Artabans at whom Gasoony has ever been the prolific alma mater! And yon should see him fence! He ia a cadet in the guards, the maddest fighter of them all. You should see him with his triple plumed heaver and his six pointed doublet—his sword point out beneath bis ooat like a pert oook'a tail! He ia raffed, and, ah, you should see his nose shore hie raff! The nose of a false face it ia. One must believe that he plays a Joke aad that it will come off. But 'tis his own, and off it will not come. And woe to you, my master, if ydu dare but stare at it I" "Ah, well! He will not come today to clear the stage of Montfleury! You'll see," said one. mai hia has "My lady goes to mass at St. Booh tomorrow," she whispered. "On the way there she craves speech with her moit valiant cousin." "Aye, for my cousin Madeline that's now Roxane the beauty." Cyrano wavered. There was a play he longed to see upon the stage. ADMHOZ "Was I fair then?" "My God, with me?" cried Cyrano, faint with rapture. "Not altogether ill to see." "I would gladly," he began. "My unole is a critio skilled. A line or two he may change, but no more," said De Guicbe. . "Remember yon how all your scratches I would bind, but soold yoo, motherwise, at first? Give me yoor hand so, now. What, oousin! Hen's a scratch indeed 1 When got you that?" "So you will be revenged upon my cousin for his mockery of your patronage and his insolence to yon,"she said. "He is a very fire eater! How he will gnash his teeth to be, with all his oadete, left at home when there is fighting afield!" He caught the vine and kissed it passionately.CHAPTER L Tbe waning twilight of Rtcbe. day at powar found France tba  at Dwopa Austria lay undet thumb, aba, dominated Oatalaoia, bar old enemy, England, waa in throaa at revolution. National oenoe and prosperity found a aipiaaatoai in the exuberant at Pari* In tbe capital it waa a drama and duel, at ballad writing, making and little intriguer Pi»an£ Mage alike were dusky afternoon in 1640 wben all Paria ant Krthe1 Hotel de Bonigogne prodnoad the play to wbicb Baltbiaar Baro looked for oomedr "OJoriaa " Tba candies ware not yet lighted, tbe bonaa hnmmad with aounda an imprecation smote through tbe lag wben otae of tbe troopera of boaaahalrt of hia majesty Louia knookad Inioleatly against one & guard ot Una gnat cardinal, 4a Richelieu Mow there waa thr at foils wbwa two gentleman the tadtona lima at waiting at Pagea playei pranka and Ukawiaa. How a swaggerer seised a kiss --tf « » _a • "Will yon be there?" Jen'a tad. the " Will I he there? Oh, madame, without :faill" "He will not change so much," retorted Cyrano. "He ahall not see the play." "Oh," cried Roxane in a voice faint with excess of happiness, "I tremble I I weep! I love thee! I am thine I Ah, thou hast conquered me!" H * arranges a rendesrooa at tbe pastry honsa of Bagnenean for 7 In the evening. In hie ecstasy of delight Cyrano falls Into Its Bret's armaand oriea: "Le Bret, Le Bret! Von beard what yonder departing lady said? Bozane, Bozane known 1 live!" Cyrano tugged bis hand away. "A game last night," he answered. "I got it playing at the Porte de Nesle." "You're proud." "Ah, have you noticed that?" The cadets came langhing to Cyrano. They bore a pile of hats. And then, though Cyrano's were the words that won her, Christian's were the feet to mount to her baloony, Christian's the arms to infold her, his the face for her kisses. qnieadivertedjoclal life day of low- "Now I will bind your wounds again as in the old days there at Bergerao. With my own kerchief, see, I wipe away the blood. How many fooght you?" " Who but a woman would be subtle enough to plan such a revenge?" cried the admiring De Guicbe. "See what your enemies left as they fled," they eried; "their hats." TBI REAL CTKANO. "You are aad no man," jested Le Bret "Sooth, it must be a sore day for him who laid that snare for Ligniere," said one. It was at this time that Christian was pleased to indulge in a fit of the snlka. He would have none of Cyrano's aid. He would be loved for himself and not for Cyrano's fine speeches. He would woo Roxane in his own fashion. And he did—to such effect that Roxane, bored, dismissed him till such time as be should have his wits again. Christian, properly repentant, overtook his tutor in the art of love beneath Roxane's balcony. "Ah, well," mused Cyrano in the gloom, all sweet with white stars of flowers; "ah, well, some crumbs of joy still fall to me, for though you kiss his lips the words you kiss are mine!" ■idea and both annoyed at tbs tarn •rents had taken, disappointed at not having seen the play and jealous perhaps of Cyrano, hero of the evening, who had sprang into sndden popularity with the facetious Parisian audienoe. ibfti "Let the world go born I" cried Cyrano in a passion at valor. "I've ten hearts An my breast now and a score of urns!" "Oh, a hundred!" "Tell me true. You jest with me." £• **• blaster fame—his "Nay, what of that? Tell yon what Is the other thing yon came to speak to me." "Who was it, think yoo?" " 'Tvras I myself, gentlemen," broke hi De G niche. "It was not work for my sword to punish a drunken rhymester. I hired those your comrade routed." Now, it was no part of my Lord De Guiche's plan to betake himself to Arras without pursuing the advantage he thought he had won with Roxane. She bad pretended an interest in his movements. She had suggested to him a subtle scheme of revenge upon her insolent oousin. She had called him "Antoine." Surely when she had yielded so far to bis lovemaking surely he bad but to make love a little longer to win mare favor. What if she bad besought him by bis love for her to go where glory waited! Glory should wait on love. Had Oyrano had time to dream, that night would have passed in eostasy of hope, but there was other Work cut out for him. He might not spend the hoars of darkness tormenting himself with whimsical imaginings about his deformity and with golden anticipations roused by the beloved Roxane's' message. His sword bad work to do, and, though that work might lay him low and closi) his eyes forever before they rested on the faoe of his beloved, be "This fellow becomes a nuiMDoe," said De Gaiche, 8bragging his aboaider«."Draw not your hand away, dear cousin. Be but the Cyrano I knew long since in Bergerao and I am bold to speak. Bend low and listen. I—Hove." "Ah!" breathed Cyrano. "And he—knows wft—guesses not!" The room swam before Cyrano's syaa. He held his breath. bat Now Sob- Um CIII the Arm and il««h pawed A silenoe fell. The cadet who had piled tho hats into Cyrano's arms stood ill at eaw. CHAPTER EL "A swaggerer," aaid De Valvert. 'Will no one pat him down?" " Wbitt shall I do with them?" be asked. The young Christian, half .divided between the tele of the greet Cyrano ind watching Roxane, felt auddenly a hand in hia pocket Clasping it, he fwnng aronnd and faced a pickpocket, bnt the rogne waa clever. "V answered the viaoount, "will treat him to one of my qnipa. See here, air, yonr noae ia—b'm—very big!" The wall that ran about the sweet green garden had benches set against it. The balcony of Roxane's window overhung the quiet little street. Dew heavy vines fell from it, veiling all the wall in beauty. "My lord will render them unto his friends again," said Cyrano, dropping them at De Gniche's feet. "He knows not yet, bat soon be shall learn it. Bend lower. Listen. Ht has loved me from afar. I saw. Ha dares not speak." "Very," anawered Cyrano gravely, who waa aa great a master at hia tongue as be waa of hia sword. "la thatall yon oau say, young blade? Tour repartee ia a trifle short. You might have aaid at least a hundred thinga. Aggressively you might have aaid, air, if I had aoch a noae I'd amputate it; or it meat fill your cup when you drink, you ought to have a drinking trough of special shape; or when yoo. smoke your pipe do not the neighbocaory, 'Thechimney'aafireI" or pray have an umbrella made that the sun any not deatroy ita ooloz; or this useful orook ia the la teat thing to hang your hat on, frieod; or, aa a raatic, 'tie a dwarf pumpkin or a prise turnip; or behold the noae that weara the harmony of ita master'a phis, blushing Ita treachery I . „ /enoiug. pickpocket* The nobleman looked furiously at the Gasoon. H jfl * "My chair!" be cried. "And you, good sir, I ooonsel you to read your 'Dan Quixote.' He battled with a windmill. W bo battles thus against one"— "Oh, I shall die, Cyrano! Help me! Teach me! She has sent me away!" wailed Christian. "Ycm nought?" be haaarded. There was a cloud at rose and amatbyit before Cyrano's daisied eyea Ha scarce oould bear Us happiness—his hand In hers, her words in his ear, her whisper on his oheek. Therefore it happened that on the night when Cyrano's lovemaking, mounting to Roxane's baloony through the jasmined darkness, had broken down her coldness and had won her— for Christian—there oame a friar through the still street where the ugly eloquent waited. The pages guarding the corner had played twice—gay and sad. pnttjr Abopgirl, and now tbe foaming of win# batpttka a man about to qusoch bla thirst from a "A glor®," said Obriatian. Be did not add that it «u bis intention to throw the glove into the face of the sompUiaant Valvert, designed by De Quiche for Roxaoe'a husband, and, fighting him, perhaps to rid the world of In the lattioed window above the greenery a light flitted. D "Who shifts with every wind," said Cyrano owlly, bowing low. "Ssh!" cautioned Cyrano, drawing Christian back beneath the screen of vines and into the black shadow of the wall. "Sab! She's there, and all may be repaired. Call to her, then speak as I shall bid yon speak." la Tim* ofTroabl*. Hcoest btrrghers made their sober way among the roisterers of the aristocracy ud those of the gutters. Sometimes a itpphiof laughter floated musically teem the galleries where the ladies' boxes uses 'the ladies whose slambroas sjpm ronssd km their scornful lips pretsnded to disciaiii. "Draw not yoor hand away, dear ooosin. Hear ma stilL Ha—a nhanne be Is of yoor regiment—cadet at .yoor own company 1" "May find himself swept low Into the mire." The presence of loving friends is a great help in time of trouble. While the Christian knows the help of God in the time at trouble he craves also the touch of a human hand. The Master took His three disciples when He wen* to His Father in prayer in Gethsemane. yW' V • "Or upward to the stars," said Cyrano aa the great man stepped into the chair. "You find a band," said tbe ready sooundrel. "Let me go, and I shall deliver 700 a secret. Your friend Ligniere there, who baa Just left you, is . being plotted against. His life is in pariL ▲ song written by him baa given offense in bigb plaioea. A hundred men lie in wait tor him. Ha baa offended the great tobleman, De Gniohe, who married the sardinal's niece. I am one of the hundred, hat 1 have no stomach for the job. Oo you and warn him!" 80 Christian, eaaily put off, hastened from the theater and missed, not Master Baltbaaar Baro's comedy of "dorise, " bat the play between Oyrano de Bergerao aad Montfleury. It was as though she rained spirit kisses on his lips. Ha half fainted with "His brow," she went on—"his brow bears genius' stamp. He is noble, proud, valorous—and fair." "Sol" C»ied his friend Le Bret in a passion od' disappointment. "So! Each chance tiiat fate has offered you this CHAPTER VL "Gai?" said Cyrano. "A woman passes. No. Sad? Ah, gay and sad! It is a monk." Then in tbe darkness, in the shadow of the wall beneath tbe lady's balcony, one lover in low whispers taught the other bow. to speak. And, that no passerby should spoil the plan, he bade his pages play at the entrance to the street a tune if any one should ooine, "Gay if a woman, sad if a man," said Qyrana "Roxane," called'Christian's voice. Roxane glimmered in white upon the balcony. Human sympathy is wondrous help in trouble. If Paul oould sing in the Philippian prison, yet he craved for the preeenoe and sympathy of Titus and Timothy at other times Christianity is not stoiaism,"%hat oounts the craving for sympathy a weakness. The heart that knows most of the Saviour's presence, in the hoar of trouble, appreciates moat the loving sympathy of Christian friends.—Christian Intelligenoer. Now* band of youngmarque  through tbe doors, ■wordi Blattering at their (Mm. They stmt beat on tbcii favorite sport—the baiting of tbe burgh an. Ia the ecmidarknea* they oonld not oat the crowd. "Ah, Oai|ty," cried one when hit ayes kad «we?t tbe dim theater, "what ■part la here! Where are the good people wa wen to raahf Pafaaw I Not a toe have we trodden apon. We oome in tike a baad of *03len drapers. Ia this your fna!" "Yoaaboaldhave waited at least till the oaadlaa were lighted," said Ouigy. "▲hi Bare oame the lighters now 1" The orowd gathered,around the mS* lie batata. By their light the lit* group of noWlea made one another oat The theater where tbe king's own playsra wen ta perform was plain ia the iy . . —  light, Aboveibe tapestried curtain. that . jTSTZiJ/??* BP°n,tb# £* Md theater the royal aim. wen croae- £d ** ■*■"»«*« 0P®»ln« ad. Tbe *01 m»V sort of tennis eourtf wh^"fd ™ * »nolher' arranged and decorated for a f B^noJKt T, , R?8n«"*n: ZSSngaa " " * °°°kD breathlessly loyal, bad Oa both tides of the stage were • a U Hagueaaau;' upon beeobea, and i*eps led from it down to «**»* Saddanly rrom the center the floor. On either aide of than w«n ja U*r° C^!/tToloe; ril(1ll far the violinists. In tbe nit Villain 1 And did I not forbid yon Whneth.fa.xrf the andience g*bV- !C*D «"•C*torumenihr' ad, than wen. ao seata, and ia the rear h Montfleury broke off in his mouthof 11 beneath the (ten that led to tbe ln*"- Tb® crowd stood daxed for a seoladiea' gallery, was the buffet, where a C**■ came a shout. Tbe nobles girl sold oaketi, tarts and sweet diinka. ; I* Bergerac. Montfleury. The lights showed two men, both iat«roptod, atemmered wildly. strikina and ilrikinaly alike. Uoaieia. !D*"D 7°° defy me?" cried the voice, already half drank, though the day was "Qn- Montflaary, onV cried tbe nth K piloted bis Mend Christian, the blC£ . .. Hnde Nerrilette, about the pit, pie- Montfleary stammered another Hne. Hating him t"»e group of nobles after ''Soyouitch for atasteof my cane?' mrrfhar * tbe voloe, and in tbe pit a banc ~ ■ -- lifted above the heads of tbe spec ta ton waved a cane. **'Hnp-bp' And through the street there glided a cowled and vestured figure. "Fair!" cried Cyrano, to his feel •» c s _ "Booh, my dear air, is what yoa might have said if yoa had wit or letters, but the only letters that yCm have are three, and they spell assl Had yoa the wit to serve me tbeee pleasantries I quote—yoa wonld not have been let to quote one—take them from myself in good part, but not from any other man that breathes." "I seek Mme. Bobin—Mme. Madeline Robin," announoed the friar. "Lives she not here:" In a copper pan his faoe was reflected —misshapen. Cyrano had awakened from his dream. Some finale sense of danger to his lady caused Cyrano to give the friar a false direction. Discovering his mistake, the friar returned. While they talked Boxane and Christian came to the door with her duenna to learn the cause of the chatter. "Wby, oousin, what is it? What alls your' begged Roxane. "The—scratch—your hands had dreaaed, my gentle oouain. It stung again," becmilad. "Bat—tell me now his name. How aan I serve yon?" "Who's there?" she asked. " 'Tis I, Christian. I would speak with yon." Qo4'a Will. If we oould always remember the absolute benefloenoe of God's will, we would oftenersay, "Thy will be done," not with a sob of renunciation, but with a smile of happy faith. When we onoe .realise that God's will is always and inevitably tor oar best interests, then oar wills mast lose themselves. This realisation comes only through a deep knowledge of God, snoh as is gained alone by prayerful study of His word. And the result? Such perfect joy and energy and peaoe and power as earth has seldom seen. — May tie Darrow Crane. The laughter, talk and tumult keep* up. The pages in the upper gallery fish (or the wig* of the burghers in the pit with slings and bent pins. When a wig is drawn np on the end of a string, leaving the embarrassed burgher uncovered, cries of delight resound through the De Quiche, alarmed at tfae tarn of affairs, tried to draw awaj the vi»- connt, who, choking with rage, cried out, "A country loot who baa no glovea and goes without sleeve knots, ribbons or lace." nraat do it A hundred men threatened Ligniere, tha drunkard, the bailadist, the man whose verse had stung the gnat De Quiche, tha man whom Cyrano da Bergeiao named friend. BICH tXD VAWSFIZLD AS CTBANO. "He is Baron Christian da Nenvillette. This day ha Joins the guards. I know he loves me. Eyes an eloqusnt— aye, and gossips, toa " "But yon, my cousin, bow know you that you lova him? You delight in wit Suppose his wit weza slow? Ton lova fanoy. What wen bis fanoy dull?" "No! Tou speak too ill. Begone!" "I have a message for your fairness," exclaimed the friar, "from a great noble.""Ah—DeGuiche!" breathed Boxane softly. "I pray"— "No! You do not love me!" "You accuse me—kind Heaven, hear her—of loving no more when I love more and more." " 'Tis here." And the friar drew forth the note and gave it to Boxane. "True,9' said Cyrano suavely, "I wear no gloves. Bat what at that? I bad one once and; not knowing what to do with it, threw it in the face of a yoang fool I" "But ivitbee, why embroil yourself for him?' demanded La Bret when Cyrano, forgetful of tha roseate Boxane, had gripjed bis sward to use upon the hundred ontthroat hirelings at De Quiche. "He's but • wine cask at the "Ah,"cried Boxane, "that is a little better." Behind Boxane stood Baguenean, whom hungry poets had eaten out of stook and shop and whom a gay newsdealer had bereft of h)6 wife also. At Cyrano's prayer Boxane had made the ex-pastry cook one of her retainers, and his was the hand that held the lantern by which she read De Guiche's note. It ran: "It is not I know it is not!" erisd Boxane, stamping bar foot Cyrano paused. "Love grew great rocked in my restless heart which he—the cruel—took for a cradle. And for that he was oruel. I have tried to stifle him—but vain the effort. Newborn, he is still a young Hercules. And as if they were naught be strangled the two serpents—pride and doubt." "Base scoundrel! Rascally, flat footed lout!" "How may I serve you?" bo asked. "Cousin, be joins your Gasoou regiment and I hear-that you provoke all but pun Gascons who an admitted than. 1 trembled for him—till I aaw you—invincible, all conquering. Then said I, 'If my cousin would' "— jpjytgo took off his bat and bowed low, as if the viscount bad Introduced bimaalt - . "He is my Mend, and for this reason is be dear to ma. His lore was a lady of devout waya—and Ligniere, whom water poisons, saw bar white fingers touch a foat of holy water—little lilies ruffling a dear pond. Swiftly he seised the stoop i aid drained to tha last drop the water her finger tips bad sanctified. Was it noC a pretty thing? Shall I no* be proud to name him friend? And shall I not lead the charge upon those who seek t o do him barm? Bear me no aid, I pray you, gentlemen, when I fall beat" '.'And any name Js Cyrano Savin lea Hercnle de Bergerac.' *. "Ah! That is very good," oried Boxane. She left the shuttered window where she had been standing, as thongh to re-enter ber room, and leaned over the baloony, peering into the darkness. Mademoiselle—The drums beat. My regiment girds its armor on. It starts. And I— they believe me gone already, but I wait. I disobey yon. I am here—bidden In the convent. Tonight I come to yon. I send you this to let yon know by a poor monk aa simple a* a child, who has no understanding of the thing he bears. Your lips have smiled on me too sweetly, and I must see them once again. Send everyone away. Beceive me all alone—the bold one you forgive already—I hope it. For he la yours— , ■ SnMstHag to Do, Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do * that day which must be done whether you like it or not Being foroed to work and foroed to do your best will breed in you temperaaoeand self control, diligence and strength of will, oheerfulness and content, and a hundred virtues whioh the idle will aever know.—Reformed Church Messenger. CHAPTER IIL "I will befriend your little baron," said Cyrano, the soul of generosity. The audience, delighted with Cyrano's wit, roared with laughter, and the visoonnt turned his back and started to leave. morning ;rou have flung away. What fool's idea ia this, to raise an enemy at every step"' 30QUEU1* AS CTKANO. "You promise you'll do tbie for me? You'll be his friend? You'll let him fight no dnels? They'll put no affront upon your protege?'' "But why do you speak so slowly?" she asked. "Have you Borne palsy of imagination?" Cyrano doubled op m if seised with sudden cramps and called oat, "Aie, aie!" "Ah, friend," said the whimsical Cyrano, "I step more surely when eyes send forth upon me shot of hostile looks. I C mbrace hatred, and she gives me tbe rut that holds my head up high; each eneciy'a another fold to bind the more and add a ny of glory. For hatred, liks the ruff of Spanish pattern, gripe like it vice, but ia an aureole." "I swear," said Cyrano. Boxane paused. She took ber veil, ber mask. Cyrano pushed Christian farther into the background, and, schooling his voice to be like the youth's, answered ber. —fall upon them. Come you, if you Boxane had read the letter swiftly and softly. She turned her eyes upon its bearer and said: "What is be saying?" said the viscount, turning back. will, but matcben be, not actors. Ahead at yon at SO paoes I, all alone, shall dan them. Come on!" "It is that night ia oome," he said, "and in the dark my words mast creep to find your ear." fc- Ohriatiaa'e " ttaT'gaftery. Ete'waa Indiffereu. - -'"PP? aoaroely whiapered oommeo ta of hi. n. the third eoqnaiatanow. H« heard, m from a dts-  Toaraine and that the next day be wu ,BO*a,, ~ to loin tfca guards aa a cadet Ha bant t4KK he cried fiercely. "Go!" hla bead hi acknowledgment of the con- 1" begged the actor. gratnlatloaM, bot bia eyea were rtlll op- 'JP0."?,'- M0°VlaO7u! tiie tnrned toward the boiea where the nohlaa indifferently. "We will protert grand jmmm of Paria gathered to paaa J°®- lS«mark^hi. aUtmo- ' W all* hi. oomeenot,"be aaid. "Be- C*»** ««* atooa leaae nM from ay guidance. I will be- C*• circle. f hworite mtms " _ " Toq* protectors," be aaid "ntrif*' iTupl Christian. "Yoq "I will meet firat—one after Wbokoprfbe town Gentlemen, cxane onl What, •be ia fat lore of whois then, to yon alone I will derob •lay ani teU me who... Thrio* will I r' will it Kol?" be added the third ok eocae ffeNp Toaralne. Montflenrr the ujug&l not aaaily  Im  aoold tamer' Amid the He tStoi gloomily toward the the md wkfiEfcest be looked the empty - OB.the towarilWpliili bia eyea' cirokf ' w* oo'iifer empty. manager, "Lodfcl" cried Chriatian returned. • prai l—a Cyrano da eooain. Mm la orphaned. »ue audienoe toae and prepared v Ikeafli'a nieoe himaelf. He would tore the theatear. She ladies in the Vglgert, • moat galleries atopped In adjusting their "The cramp In my iword," Mid Oyrano. "It .comea of leaving it in idleness; it ia getting stiff, 1 vow." "I've always beld my cousin tenderly," she said. "How good you an!" She blew him a kiss airily from her finger tips. Ai«krs Mh It la always safe to take it for granted that aa yourself so others are trying to do their best. Shortcoming is no sign of short willing. Sweetness is never whipped in.—J F. W. Ware. dellgbtede" wen per•jea oMaelflHly sought "Father, this is what the letter bids me. Listen: They followed him to see the sport— those gay to whom all things were but a spectacle. And the sight they witnessed drove them mad with delight Cyrano bore down upon the thugs like tin avalanche. Beforo his fury tbey fled sway. Those who would have withstood liim fell beneath his sword. There was do resisting him. Tbe joy of battle against fearful odds was upon hint. The message from Boxane sang itself in bis heart. No man oould hold his own against the strong son of Qas- "My words enoounter no such difficulty. " "Mademoiselle—All must bow to the cardinal's -will, no matter bow hard It seems. Therefore I send these lines to your fair hands by this devout, this wise and cautious friar. It is our will that he pronounce upon you In your own dwelling, within the hour, the nuptial benediction. Christiairtocomes your husband secretly. We send him to you. He does not please you, but resign yourself. Think well how heaven will reward your zeal and be always assured, mademoiselle, of the respect tDf him who is and who will always be very humble servant." t to he," began Montfleury, "Good!" Mid, the viwannt drew hia sword lor answer, exclaiming contemptuously, "Poet!" "Tell me of last night's fny?" she pressed him politely. "A hundred men, yon said? You'll bid my Christian write? What odds against you, bravest ooa? Another time you'll tell me alL How wall you fought how well!" At last Le Bnt realises tbe sou roe of Cyrano's waywardness. "The winged words from yon, madame, oome down. Tbey travel quickly. But mine must climb, and that needs longer time." chair, a m "|n proof at which I'll oCimpose a ballade white we fence," said Oyrano, end then her went on in a singsong voioe at if be had been reoiting a lee son, that a ballade should oontain three eight verse oouplets add ah envoi of four lines. "I'll make one while we fight and touoh you at tbe final line." ''No!" exclaimed the viscount "Nor' said Cyrano, and he began to declaim; "So say sloud. Be proud and bitter," said Le Brot. "But whisper me just this, she doos not love yoa." Tk* IkUow of Ulcaiii. "Bnt now they mount with speed, metbinke." Vice sometimes appears to me as the shadow of idleness. I do not feel horror when I see sin and misery, bat shamr for the sake of God.—Ten" "I have fought better since," be answered and bowed low to let ber pasa Boxane did not oatcb bis meaning. Scarcely hart Le Bret's guees bit its —mmm n uou iruo uow tit uu|p/|rou, auu am oame Cyrano's successful rival, the young Baron de Neuvilette. He made his way quietly to a table, bat tbe Gasoons, inflamed by the victory of their biother in arms, were not minded to let him be quiet. They taunted him with being a northern greenhorn, a sickly apprentioe at the art of war. They dared him to try Cyrano. "They'va bad praotioe. They have caught tbe art." /0ur -vu.— oyson. th de-1. "I NAT,o^' ■T OfthaGMtwfor D■ frheumatism! ■ SXUBAXAXA ud tfanilv Oomplaintif I •he vaOtr the Mrtngent M iflS!!11 Llvy| «DOlm* ANCHOR "D3 fPAIN EXPELLERl .avor- ■ WoHdreaowred! Remartablyanccenfall ■ wning I 31 MMEST AWARDS. I ft I linn * race, w um A~ CC*M,icK' MfertkBafeM"* resign 11 ""SwiriA.1"" with J diUft 1 r^o^^^fTTTn M nix MSStfHHBSS" ®^ 14 When she, Veiled and masked again, bad glided from the pastry cook's, Cyrano stood erect and stiff. -Sorrow's shaft bad transfixed him where be stood. He was blind and deaf to all abont him for a few seconds. Then a door flung open. Pellmell a crowd rushed in. "I speak to you, in truth, from a great height,'' sighed Roxane. "I think I will come down." Hf The simple friar looked Tip wii light. » Cyrano, off. My oony. How be eaoaped the crowd that pressed upon him, eager to touch his hand, eager to feliaitate him, it is hard telling. But somehow be managed it. When the last flying form of his foes had sped through the nebulous moonlight, before tbe nobles and the officers who had witnessed the affair oould seize Cyrano to bear him to his lodgings in triumph, be was gone. Hurrying to his house, they did not find him. "Stand, then, upon that bench beneath my balcony." "No!" "No, no!" "The noble gentleman!" he sa knew there was no wrong planned in the "The duel in Hotel at Burgundy— fought by De Bergerao and a good for naught." Roxane's smile for a second * scrutable. Then she threw herself her part. politely, «be otbflgr. acme? All, myself. ,.«p my bands, thus. At' p get yoa gone. One !M wavered. "He'll stay!" crowd. "Cyrano!" cried voioee. "There's one among us," boasted a tadet, "to whom you no more dare say 'somewhat' than cry 'iope' at him whose father died dangling at a noose's end." "And pray why not?" Marquises and officers mlttgled in the pit with the common people. Pages elimbed on one another's shoulders, the ladies, leaned over from the galleries to •ee the better. "Give room I \Great sport!" aaHed out the andienoe as a space was hastily cleared in the oenter. Roxane, pale as a lily, leaned forward to watoh her oousin and her suitor fight. Oyrano as he fought, oomposed, suiting every act to the word. And this waa his ballade of the duel: "Hero!' "To speak thus, without seeing—'tis sweet. We scarce divine eaob other Ton see a darkness, cloaked and tall "This—this ia unbearable!' can tell pie who I die- Too most ebe i«. Yet wbat * gloomily. "1 tod the WMjr« of opoo me. I 4o That tbejr speak "Cyrano, Cyrano!" cried. "Marry him!" The friar looked at Cyrano. "Is this the choice made for mad« selle?" he asked with sympathy. Ragueneau, upset by tbe excitement, dashed hither and thither. Half of Cyrano's regiment crowded about him. Nobles and aotors, poets and artists pushed and shoved to get nearer the hero of the last night's fray. Tbe captain of tbe Gascon company, Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, was at the head of his men. Then be proceeded to elucidate. TQL I J*jfl TjJ/mtl I JHSatw 1  "Scoff—nay—suggest a comment of Cyrano's nose, and your life is done," said he. "No. I am!" cried Christian The good friar's lantern swnng ly around. He was puzzled. WhysL Koxane object to wed this highly ed youth? Roxane saw the da suppicion in his eyes. He walked deserted streets and quays while the moon traveled miJtily down the sky and tbe sun rose up through a ruddy smoke in the east. A thousand times he addressed Roxane in fancy. The blood that rushed swiftly through his veins after tbe fight throbbed to her name now that battle was done. In lines that wove themselves together like the tendrils of a vine he addressed be?. Tbe lilt of birds' songs, the sobbing of the sea, colors like gems, perfumes as of flowers, all mingled in his senses as he framed tbe speeoh in which he would address her. Then, silhouetted on a gray wall, be would oatoh sight of his reflection. Grotesque, ungainly, monstrous, his nose was out in the black shadow. His words took wing and bis heart sank at the memory of that fatal nose. write, too—oonDnt an booaat toldier f«u wilL What diacrciet, methinki"— V " begged Montfleory, Whereupon there was enacted the strangest drama tbe bold oadets of Gasoony had ever seen. Cyrano began to tell tbe story of bis fight. At every second he was interrupted by tbe new reoruit from Touraine with courteously insolent queries about his nose and with surmises as to the part it had taken in the fray. Tbe Gascons looked for the stranger's annihilation. But Cyrano, though tbe veins in his faoe were whipoords with suppressed rage, still let young Christian live and even forced himself on with bis tale. Finally the stranger's insolence oould no longer be btooked. "Ah, soT" queried Christian. jeera and oriaa of the whole enormously fat actor di«p-, In tan t. Cyrano, center of landied jetta. Jodelet, the roamed orer entranoe fees "They seek yoc, Cyrano, to call you brother, to embraoe you, to hear"— "Ah, stay!" she exclaimed. "A; script I 'Give to the convent 90 toles.' " pwrr 1 gayly doff ray header low. And, freeing hand and heel. My hoary mantle off I throw And draw my pollahed ateeL Graceful aa Phcebua, round I wheal, Alert aa Scaramouch. A word in your far, atr apark, 11—1. At the favoi'a end, 1 touch I . bo* ami been directed "I would not see—I am not—I desire not"— began Cyrano, sick at heart. "The noble lord!" said the tfeaasu ed friar. "Come, mademoiselle, yourself to the cardinal's will." seizing Liatae!"toward the box. fie to dp hia riveaalte to b* "The hero has tbe sulks, my Gascons!" cried Carbon. But, regardless of the feelings of the hero, tbe men crowded around, saluting and embracing their oomrade. Nobles who the day before had not known "the Gasoon fighter begged to present him to fair and haughty damee who waited but to know him. "Hare, take that," called Cyrano and toaaed him a bag of gold. "I am resigned," said Roxane, the air of a martyr. Then she Bar quick undertone to Cyrano: • t I Irt I ;•*!/!«/D C.nD»na  (Tlwy «ngaee.} And all the while the eyes of hi* cousin, the dainty wi| Roxaoe, were bent upon him from her box. Better far you bad yon lain low. Where Skewer my cock » In the heelf la the heart T Your ribbon blue below? In the hip sw} make you kneel t Ho for the mnsio of clashing steatl What nowt A hit! Not much! 'Twill be in the paunch, the stroke 1 "De uuicne comes, rveep aim 01 I am wed." Madeline Robin— She ia a wit— Berger»o U her There U the Jodelet weighed in hia hand the parse that Qyrano had Just thrown to him on the stage and told him that at this prioe be was welcome to stop a play every night. "Father," said Cyrano, "how long will this marrying take?" ACTIVE BOLICITOR8 WANTED BVERY** where for "The 8tory of the Philippine*,* by Murat Halstead, commissioned by the Government as Official Historian to the War Department The book was written in army campeat San Francisco, on the Pacific with Gen. Merritt, in the hospitals at Honolala, in Hone Kong, in the American trenches at Manila, in tne msargtBt camps with Agninaldo, on the deck of the Olympia with Dewey, and in the roar of battle at the fall of Manila. Bonanra for agents. BrinJnl of original pictures Men hr goTsrnaent shotographers 011 the rot. L*rae book. Jxaw ■prioes. BUr profits. Freight U* 8mD, Mwr Insurance Building, Chio*.v Rich.men tried to patronise him. Tbe great De Guiehe himself entered tbe pastry shop to congratulate the man who had overcome his own hirelings. Versifiers begged permission to make rhymes upon his exploit Interviewers sought the privilege of writing of his exploit for Tbe Court Gaaette. But Cyrano to all was tut uA syu»d the flatteries. "No one shall enter for that time," whispered Oyrano to Roxane, and as the weddiug party filed into the house he began his lonely guarding beneath the balcony. "A quarter of an hour will rafSoe.*' Co bar now, there. ~ When, at tha envoi's end, I touch I •teal, "Leave met Leave me with him!" cried Cyrano to his friends, and. tbey passed out, believing that the end had come for Christian. Oh, for a rhyme, for a rhyme In Ot You wriggle, starch white, my eeL A rhyme, a rhyme I The white feather yon ahowl Jac, I parry the point of your steal I The point yon hoped I should toll 1 open the Una, SO now clutch Your *Dtt. sir snallVmi shew yeas Mall A* tha envoi's end. I touch 1 Long before St Roch's worshipers had left the chapel, he was at the pastry oook's. He paced op end down. His eyes took in tbe burnished brightness of the copper pans, the sputtering flames where from » fowl revolving on a spit a ; dun of visas* would tali Ha tanked OTJDKR THR BALCONT OF ROXANE. But the promise to Roxane was all that dwelt in Oynno's memory. and I—the whiteness of a robe of spring. I am but a shadow, and yon are light. Ton do not know what these minutes are to me. It sometimes 1 am elooueot"—To be continued. "Embrace me I" he said to Christian when tbe room was cleared. "Embrace me* I am bet brother—her oouito ▲ man's mining shoe, all leather, 95a la pio- Bit« 0. P. Ck C. 0. Shoe Oa.