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800 PUCK. “ Something like that, dear; but we had bet- ter trust entirely in Kenneth’s judgment; and for my own part I like the young man, only—" “T know, mamma,” int d the young girl, her face radiant ‘with smiles and blushes. “ Only trust to me, and never again try to put me away from you, for I won't go.” And so the interview terminated, more satis- factorily perhaps than either had anticipated, and yet it may be doubted if either was quite satisfied. 3 Maggie at any rate, could not help feeling almost ashamed of herself—she hardly knew why—and did not care to examine herself too closely; but when she went to her room she in- dulged in that safety valve of girlish emotion —that luxury of women—a “ good cry.” CHAPTER XIV. « Where have I seen that face? ‘That studied fine abandonment of grace? ‘Where heard that voice, ‘Whose witchery of tone did erst rejoice Delighted thousands? —From Lope de Vega.” The rivals met—but not with swords; To greet each other bith sey cheer; ‘Content that he that could should win, They drowned their rivalship in beer; But ‘neath it all the ancient flame Kept quietly smoldering all the same. — Sinclair. “By the way,” said the Doctor to Archie, late on the evening of the same day as that treated of in the preceding chapter, as they smoked a cigar in the garden, “ did you ever know one Mile, Zerbini? She used to bea danseuse, and, if I mistake not, took fairy and other réles in pantomime and burlesque?” “Zerbini? Zerbini?” replied his friend musingly. ‘Surely the name is familiar; ah —lI think I do remember of a dark-eyed little woman of that name who was premiére dan- seuse in a pantomime adapted by a friend of mine from Planche’s “ Invaible Prince.” But why do you ask?” “Did she in any way resemble Mlle. Thol- lier?” Archie gave a slight start. “ By Jove, she did. Do you know, I have never been able to get it out of my head that I had seen Mlle. Thollier before; that explains it, Certainly, now that I think of it, the re- semblance #s striking,-only our little friend the governess is older, stouter, and, I need hardly add, more ladylike.” “Umph,” muttered Bob. this Zerbini personally ?” “0, yes, in a sort of a way. You see, it was during my first year at college, and I was a bit fresh and green, and for me, like all youngsters, I suppose, the glare of the footlights, and most of all the mystical, brilliant, ethereal land “be- hind the scenes” had an irresistible fascination, So when Richardson—that was my friend’s name—wrote the pantomime for the Royal, I used to accompany him to rehearsals and all that sort of thing. But, bless you, old fellow, you know as well as anybody how soon that sort of thing palls and the gilt rubs off. It took only a week or two to disillusionize me, I flirted a little with the best looking of the girls, I dare say—this Zerbini among the rest—and stood a champagne or two, but that was all, and, to confess the truth, hers is the only name in the crowd I remember, and even that I had forgotten. But she was a deucedly lively little thing, and had really a magnificent figure and eyes.” ‘She had—had she? Then you were smit- ten, me boy? Come now, confess it and I'll give ye absolution.” “No necessity, Bob,” was the careless reply. “ You were never further out in your life. The little danseuse used to throw herself a good deal in my way, or my vanity made me think “Did you know so, but, on my honor, if I were to meet her face to face at this moment I should not recog- nize her.” “Here she is, then,” exclaimed the Doctor, startled by the coincidence. ‘ Talk of the— phew, how odd!” and as he spoke Mlle. Thol- lier came tripping round a corner, bareheaded, in white, thin muslin dress, and her magnifi- cent long hair streaming carelessly down upon her shoulders. (To be continued.) Juno it’s hot ?—Pucx. ton Com, Bulletin. Moses never had the gout. This was one of the missed aches of Moses.—Boston Post. Is 17 called the Permanent Exhibition be- cause it is at a stand-still? —Phila, Sunday Hem. Kerosene ott will fuddle as well as whiskey. Anyhow it makes a locomotive’s head light. — Ottawa Republican, Deaters in artificial eyes regard with admir- ation the popularity of archery practice.— Hartford Evening Fost. Tue national game at Washington from March to July, 1879: Hayes, 5; Congress, o. Albany Evg. Journal. Hantan’s ‘name is bound to be in every- body’s mouth. Toronto girls are now using Hanlan Chewing Gum.— Zoronto Gossiper. In an illustrated paper, lately, there appeared the following notice of a birth: ‘‘ Mrs, So-and- So, of a son, preliminary.” —San. Fran, News- Letter, Wuat Can-a-da bring forth?—Pucx. Be patient; it may bring forth a demand for a cradle and a baby-coach.—Phi/a, Kronikle- Herali, Senator THuRMAN will summer in Nova Scotia—Boston Post, Accepted Charles Fran- cis Adams's invitation, eh?—Phila, Evening Bulletin, ScaNDAL-MonceRs may learn this lesson from the frog: Once overpassed the season of his adolescence, he gives up tail-bearing.— Yon- hers Gaseete. As a rule, those men who growl loudest about women’s extravagance are the very men who are fondest of a woman's waist.—San Fran, Wasp. Tue Gazelle says that Don Piatt is out in Ohio managing his brother's canvass. We al- ways did think Don would make a good attaché to a circus— Baltimore Every Sat. Ir is said that “true love never did run smooth.” We've never seen it attempt to run, but it does some of the smoothest kind of swinging on the front gate.—Xeokuk Constitu- tion, WHEN an entertainment is given and it Proves to be a big failure, the way to ease down about it is to give out that it was a very select affair,and only intended for the élite.—Afodern Argo. ‘Tue sea serpent hasn’t yet made his appear- ance at any of the seashore resorts, and this proves that the hotel bars this year are dispens- ing a better brand of whiskey.—/Phi/a, Kroni- Ale-Herald, Jupiter out ?—Bos- A younc lady up in Berkshire county, Mas. sachusetts, was stung on the lip by a bee the ||} other day. We congratulate that bee on know. ing just where the honey was.—New Haven Register, “ Lanptapy,” said he, “ the coffee isn’t set- tled.” “No,” she replied, “ but it comes as near it as your last month's board bill does;" and that man never spoke again during the meal.—Syracuse Sunday Times. A cuurcu warden, in taking up a collection on a certain Sunday, not very long ago, ina Western village, handed the plate to a stranger, who said: ‘Go on, I’m a deadhead—I've got a pass."—Baltimore Every Saturday, Tue Jersey mosquitoes we have come in con- tact with this season look unusually poor. But don’t lose heart—we think we can say, without |] fear of contradiction, that they are itch enough for all practical purposes.— Yonkers Statesman, In view of De Witt Talmage’s arrival in Eu- rope, Mt. 4tna’s spouting was entirely super- fluous, and that well-known volcano was sensi- ble enough to gracefully acknowledge this to be the case by promptly drying up.—Deéroit Free Press. Stitt another triolet: The clam-bake soon, I ween, will charm the heavy-weights. Their appetites are keen; the clam-bake, soon, I ween, shall prove how slick and clean the fat men empty plates. ‘The clam-bake soon, I ween, will charm the heavy-weights.—Z. Y. News. OssERVATION has taught us that the most ef- fective powder is the non-explosive kind. For an illustration of this self-evident proposition, just watch a young man who has been out quite late the night previous, trying to scrape a white substance off the right shoulder of his Sunday- go-to-meeting coat.— Hackensack Republican. WHEN a man enters church during the sing- ing of a hymn, and sits down to hear the ser- mon, only to see the contribution box passed around and find that the services are just over, his feelings are only equalled by the man who falls asleep in his pew, and in a dreamy state calls to the minister to “set 'em up again,”— Oil City Derrick, In Texas recently a man clipped off the ear ot a hog, and was sent to the Penitentiary for two years. Had he chopped off the ear of a friend, or made a porous plaster of an enemy through the medium of a revolver, it would have been all right. But down there in Texas a hog has rights that all men are bound to re- spect.— Washington Capital. “A Fresuaan,” whispers the Vassar Miscel- Jany, rejoices in a new dress, with one hun- dred and fifty-five buttons on the waist.” Ed- ucation is a great thing, a great thing. “‘ They say” now that ordinary girls, outside of Vas- sar, are content with two buttons on their waist, provided they be coat-sleeve buttons.—Lowis- ville Courier-Journal. Our inventor is at work getting out forty- four millions of fancy cards, bearing the words: “ You can just bet your sweet life it is.” They are intended to be worn on the lappel of the coats of all the men in the United:States in an- swer to the query, “Is it warm enough for you?” They will meet a long felt want, and will have a tremendoussale.— Wheeling Leader. Ir was a warm afternoon, and young Mr. Cummagen did not go in the house, but sat down in the pleasant porch, as was his custom, after ringing the bell. Her little sister came to the door and looked at him with some curiosity. “ Does your sister Mabel know I am here, Nellie?” he asked. ‘Oh, yes,” replied the innocent prattler. ‘I guess she does; she told me to come out and see how shady it made the front yard when you put your feet on the porch railing.” He took them down and sat on them, Hawkeye. “com book’