eS ee. \ ished and deliiited at sic news! her sudden accession to wealth she had proved heiress te a@ crown, * 4 ae and Mrs. Orville, who \ad so long suffered the pains of pov- erty, did not devote theirgreat wealth solely or evenmainly to selfish 6 nd résponsllity of the position'to which they had Erica alwasS remembered that they were now thithe eategory of those of Whom. the Divine Master has said, ‘fo whom much has ben given, of them sliall much be required.” They went abredd during the first year of their .married life, and on the secoxd we? after setting foot on English soil (ignoring woti then all omg a ° oon of interest), they stood beside the ” 0 Temple, arr eX fore hour for Lizzie Orville, and one fraught at ence with the tenderest and the most painful tions, But not by tears and sobs alone did she give expression to her grief aud aifgetu for her departed benefactor, ; . sought out his friends, she conversed with, them of his worth and his goodness, and listened tearfully to their story of the last hours of his existence, More than this she could do, fer Mr. Temple’s relations were poor, and although he had given them much, she did not doubt that sudden saath . prevented his carrying outall his r designs in their behalf, She made them happy be 3 large gifts ant by larger promises, |, u ; which were afterward faithfully redeeme ; : oar stone marked the restlag place of Orlando Tem- ple, but after the Orvilles had made an extended tour in Eng aud and on the continent, they came back ‘ylew a costly Soil ene ea ate ta ae @n ker manly husband Sinko et vit ahestoc 8S eee eae trembling bene: generations yet to come its brief but precious lesson! 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MONTHLY, __ Prudent ‘Persons of Moderate Means, Profit by the Millions of Capital ' Now being Expended at the Famous Garden City great and growing mecessity that has caused usa to seek homes in_ the, subur| way from the overcrowded tene- ben and mane ray a pea they cane in the t us to ep! ‘mou ayments, a8 a means to. luce the multitude to seek the pure au health-given aad were of the ummediate » We were the tirst to offer the aciljpies, and the thousands who have patronized us can attest the value of our plan, and its benefit to themselves, While we are still largely engagedan tie sate of finely-improved property, at higher prices, nearer thiS city, we have decided, af- ter much : By tooffer, sp! ah ropertyyat Those who Desire \o Speculate, AND TO THOSE c WHO DESIRE CHEAP HOMES, , ’ AT THE VERY ro small Outlay, $10.2 Month FOR EACH LOT PURCHASED... *.., Having noticed the eagerness with which the thoughtless. and inexperienced buy at random under the eXxcilements of auctions, and the foolish manner in which many are duped b, designing men, who offer lots which are in the wilderness (an might as well bein the moon so tar as utility and v are ed) tor etigeinw: »prices, which should warnminstead of /persons of medium sense, tices. Lan ever paneededs per cetit., and as his plans are developed the rise will continue, until land contigaous will be increased almost itcred- bly. We submit)thac ifany class of the community deserves’ to’ be benefitted by that imimense outlay, it is the mdustrious) and L | prudeut, who. manage tosave something of their small income. .We have placed the prices of our Garden City Park upon a. basis of Gir value for to-day, and we propose to receive $10 per month from purchasers, so that they can buy one or more lots, accord- ing to their’ means. The land is exceUent, and has been under cultivation, and is Jocated ima well settled community, As Mr, Stewart's operations progress this property will be large- ly benefitted by them. Very. mauy persons engayed during the day in New York City, reside at a greater distance; and to those who have work at home, this location being very healthful, pre- sents an opportanity whereby they can live comfortably in a cozy home at asmali cost. : SECOND DISTRIBUTION OF TEN DWELLING AMONG THE ; LOT OW NERS, ON OCTOBER 30th, 1875. NO EXTRA CHARGE ert BUT ALL FREE GIFTS TO OUR PATRONS. On last Christmas Eve we distributed among those who pur- chased lots last season, ten newly built dwellings; (the fortunate possessors of which are named below and to whoin we @ tay sure refer), and’to still turther advance the intereats of GARDEN CITY PARK; we are nowerecting ten more two story dwellings, each containing 9 five comfortable. rooms, neatly finished ide and well palnted outside, which, together jvith the lots they stand on, designate Onto sate, as follows: Lots Nos. 96, 195, 226, 306,. 358, 398, 097, 6 , 712, 884, are to be given as PRESENTS TO PURCHASERS who buy between May L0thyto October: 30th, 1875, and shall have paid one quarter of the amount of their purchase money pre- Viousto that date. Thus each purchaser will haye an equal chance with the others to receive a warranty deed for a house and lot, and also will receive a warranty d for the lot orlots he or she may have purchased as expressed in the contract issued at time of purciia . By this plan each of our patrons receives full value tor their investment, and if they are awarded a House and Lot in addition to what yey, pay for and receive, so mucli. the better for themselves. Each n selects one or more lots as they may desire, and for each lot purchased, a chance will be had in the distrihntian Phara wil] ha : _ NO POSTPONEMENT 3 under any circumstances, but the plan will be carried out as stated above. To those who have never dealt witu us and are therefore not tamiliar with our mode of doing business, we give the follow- ing report of our DISTIBUTION OF DECEMBER 24, 1874. (From N ¥, News of Dec. 29th.) | The Christmas Presents and who Got them, The great distribution ot dwelling-houses took place on Christ- mas Eve, according to previous announcement, at Real Estate et aad ae Wont the following seniee A i . Rowland, No. ermont Avenue, Brooklyn, drew hi and lot No. 2,505." . sre mre be W. Be Meehan, No, 29 Henry Street, N. Y., drew house and lot Oy, 2,259, ; ‘aul James McAnesple, No. 158 West Fifty-third Street, N. Y., drew house ond lot Nore 350. ms isiaaew Poe 7 No. 8 John Street, N. ¥., drew house and lot NO. 2, : : Miss M: Sheridan, No. 496 First Avenue, N. Y., drew house and et vies No. 61 Carondelet St ames M. nam, No. arondelet Street, New Orleans, drew ne tine MoM Ro tis R si B Miss M. Muloney, No. emson Street, Brooklyn, drew house and lot No. 2,178.” , vm Joseph Lawson, No. 140 West One ITundred and Twenty fourth Street, N; Y.; drew house and lot No. 2,417. F. W, Cobb, No, 182 High Street, Brookiyn, drew house and lot No. R. 8. Seabery, No, 48 East Fourteenth Street, N. Y., drew house and lot No, 2,008. , PRICES OF THE LOTS. On Denton Avenuel.......6. LL $120 each $10 Monthly. Ou'Stewart Avenue............ 120 lo cease ” ” On Central Avenue............. 41D oh, 10 ~< On ‘First Street and First Place........... 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The characters n this book are about the same we encounter in. every day life, but the author has investedthem all with great interest. Robert Rashton, the hero, rises fromthe position of a factory boy to one of influence and importance—al) through his industry, energy and hotiesty. Mr. Alger has the gitt of exciting the reader’s interest in his stories from the beginning, and that interest is sustained to the close. Young Rushton has frequent opportunities, of dis- playing hia bravery and boldness, and in every case he proves himselfequal to the oceasion. Suving’a train of passenger cars from destruction is one of the many incidents in the work in proof of this, and the rescue of his father is another. But we Will not say more, It is enough to assure.those who haye not yet read it, that “Brave and Bold” is one of Mr. Alger’s best stories, The yolumeis handsomely bound, and is well illustrated, Price $1,50, cloth cover, | Tue Fortune) Seeker; or, Tox BRIDAL Day. ‘By Mrs, Emma D. E. N. Southworth. Publishers, T, B. Peterson’ & Brothers, Philadelphia, Tiie present edition of Mrs.‘ Southworth’s works pis avery fine one. Price of eacli volume $1.75. The “Fortune 7 Sveker’) is one of her best productions, - IN NE BEF 8 ee * “te Mr. A. T. STEWART, the Merchant Millionaire, | Necessity is said tobe the Mother of Invention, and the | theusands allur We take pleasure in pre- sentic new plan, and. calling attention to its features. ; We do F atent it Necessury to enter into @ history of Mr. Stewarts laudable and ba. ene as the press has exten- | sively commented uponit. We xe that with his acknowl- edged | tact, sagacity and capital, he has projected a feaalba systematic undertaking which cannot fail. Aiready he has a deat his original RP panes, at very large advances upon first | d near his improvements has increased several CAA Le IOP TES BARS BEES at » AWARENING. BY MRS. A 4. KIDDER, Come, come to me my little one, In this sweet and sunny weather— Come to me ‘neath the apple tree, We'll sit and chat together, Your cheeks are pale as the lilies, love, And your eyes are red with weeping, And their‘hds you close, as if your woes Were safe within their keeping. t But ah! you cannot cheat me, love, You cannot long dissemble, For your eyes of blue are shining through, Though the moistened lashes tremble. And your little heart goes pit a pat, Like a captured hind in prison, For hope’s bright star, that shines afar, For you has not yet risen, Poor Love is knocking at the door, He’s tired and sad with hunger! Ah me! Pve heard his knock myself, ‘Mydeary whens] was younger. \y « And s0 get up and lethinm, © This sweet aud sunny weather, That you and he, ’neath the apple May sit and chat together. ON THE WORLD. (“Thrown onthe World’? was commenced in No. 15. Back Nos, ‘Can be obtained trom any News Agentin the United States.) CHAPTER LXIII, Mrs. Greville, smiled when Lady Dynecourt, made her request. ees Mrs. Rymer fora whole week?’ she said; ‘sve have not been parted for a week since she came to live with me, I cannot refuse you, but I, shail be sorely ed,” While to Silva herself, the fact of her spendingan entire week with one whom she loved So entirely, aud esteemed perhaps more highly than any other, was to her like a giimpse of Paradise. She prepared for her visit withaface of such rapturous happiness, Liat Mrs, Greville pretended to feel jealous over her decided preference. “You really ought to pretend to be surry to leave me, Silvia,’’ she said; ‘‘after living so long together you are bound to love me,’? Silvia laugned, and it was almost the first time during those years that Mrs, Greville had heard the sound of tlat full, rich, silvery laugh. She looked up in amaze. “Your laughter is like a-chime-of siivery belis, Silvia,” she said; ‘*low is it that I have never jreard it before ?”? “You have been very good tome,’ said Silvia, grate- fully, ‘‘and 1 am sorry to jeave you—even were it only for one day. But the idea of you with the world at your feet being jealous of me amuses ine.’? “itis fortunate for me that Lady Dynecourt has a hus- band, if she had not she would never let you return; but, Silvia,”? continued Mrs, Greville, with more emotion than she was accustomed to display, ‘‘you will always: remen- ber that whatever good or ill betides you, your home is here with me.” And then, with these words ringing im her ears, Silvia set out fur the home that should by right have been her own—the home wiiere the graud tragedy of her life was to be enacted. ; It wasia strange, grim, bitter fate that Jed her there— the house where the man slie Joved had spent the half of his life—where every picture, every work of art was in some way connected with him—where his feet for many years had trod—the home that was associated with all his past, and where his future was to be even more tragical. No suspicion of the truth ever dawned upon her as she entered Dynewold House, no faint shadow of what was looming over her; no idea, even ever su remote, that sie was forthe first lime entering the house tat, if justice had been done to her, should have been entirely her own. Lady Dynecourt met her in that magnificent eutrance hall, where royal princes had looked around in admiration— where Juxury and art seem to reign supreme. She thought to herself that if magnificence could bring happi- ness it must surely be found there. Lady Dynecourt smiled half sadly as she noted that Jook, “Is this your jirs¢ visit to Dynewold House?!) she asked of Silvia. ‘How strange that L should have known and luved you; yet that you sliould not have visited me be- fore.” She called no servant, but took Silvia up the broad, beautiful staircase to her room. She said, im-ber gentle voice: ~ “See, I have chosen-s room for you, quite close tomyown. Oh! Silvia, 1 wish—on! I wish that you were never going to leave we again.” ¢ ‘Surely you do not require a companion,” said. Silvia, laughingly. *‘1 should fiud amusement enough in simply looking around me,’? Then the sad, aif wistful expression she had noticed so often cameagain over Lady Oiotilde’s face. “My husbandis very Kind,’ she said, ‘my home yery beautiful, but Silvia—Silvia, do you not understand the silence here is never broken by the sounad-of a child’s voice, or the least sunny gleam of laughter; there is no pretty face to made sunshine. I should be happy if Hea- ven in its goodness liad given to we one liltle child, only one, formy husband to haye loved, and to have Jooked upon as his heir. Silvia, no silence seems to me half so sad, so cod, so lonely as the sileuce of a great house where there is no child.” Then, aftera few minutes, she shook off the profound silence that had fallen over her. “Come with me lo the picture gallery,’? she sald; ‘the men are busy at work.”? Dynewold House was not gaudy; the decorations were maguificent, but they were all in thé most subdued and perfect taste—the most perfect harmony. There was nothing that gave any one the idea of noveity, It was the house of generations; the art treasures accumulated there bore the mark of many centuries; it was that very idea of ancient grandeur that caused it to look so different to everythiug Silvia had ever seen before. One part of the picture gallery was already completed. Lady Dynecourt's taste was too perfect to allow her to bring into that home of the arw any thing that was not in keeping sith its character, The pictures were mellowed with ume, and the statues were beautiful copies of the great niaster- pieces of the world; the recesses in the walls were filled with stands of costy exolics; a rich crimson carpet cov- ered the oaken boards; the light that came through the windows, Was modulated by the artistically-constructed blinds. Silvia uttered a cry of admiration as she entered the place, and Lady Dynecourt’s fair face lighted up with an expression of eager delight. “Do you think he Will like it??? she cried, with the im- petuosity of a child. For oue momeut Silvia had forgotten the absent hus- band. ‘Hel—who?—Lord Dynecourt? I should think he will be delighted,’’ she hastened to reply. Then Lady Clotilde took her hand and led her to a beau- tiful little alcove, where there was space sufficient for a large picture. “This is the spot where my husband's portrait is to hang,’ she said; ‘‘and, Silvia, do you know that last night, as I walked here alone in the twilight, a strange kind of hal-vision came to me. Shall I tell you what it was?! The profound melancholy tone struck dismay into Sil- via’s heart; what right had this favorite of fortune—this beloved cluld, this loved wife, the proud, beautiful, high- bred woman—what right had she with melancholy ? “Yes; tell me,’’ she replied; ‘‘lsappy people never have visions.”’ “Do they not? Well, my vision was this: I saw my husband's portrait hanging there—the handsome, smiling face Luat 1 loved so dearly—and I saw the pictured face of another woman hanging by hisside—not my face; and then it seemed to me that, though I had been long dead, I hoy- ered Uiere, a gray, silent shadow—unseen by any one—still loving the handsome face that hung on the wall. ltwasa strang fancy, Silvia?” ‘ “Nothing but.a fancy, though, Lady Clotilde, that came from Ale twilight aud the shadows; it was, nothing more,’? . “I Know you areright; yetit tooka strange hold of me, and it has left au impression on my mind that L shall die soon.”? “It is nothing but neryousness,’’ said Silvia, earnestly; “and I have always heard the most painful shape nervous disease ever takes js that of a constant troubling, intan- gible, groundless fear of death.’ Lady Clotilde’s face brightened. “Is it a common thing? she sald. “Ah! then lam glad [told you. I was afraid, thinking you would laugh atime, I begun to think my picture gallery haunted,” “I hope it will be haunted by bright, happy; loving thoughts and beautiful associations,’ said Silvia, witha low, sweet laugh, and then together: they looked at the pictures. There were gems by the ancient. masters, pictures by odern arlisis; but. what interested Silyia were the rand old tlt POR Si the warriors, the statesmen, the then who had done good service to king and country. | “There is a strange resemblance in all these faces,’’ she said, thoughtfully; ‘it is easy to see they are all men of the same race.’ _ “Yes; and the features, the brow, the eyes, the lips seem to descend from futher to son.. The Dynecourts have always been considered a very handsome race.”? “There is something to me strangely familiar in the faces, 100,”? continued Silvia. ‘I could fancy that. I had kuown them all”? Aud 80, uuconsciously, she—the mother of the true heir Of that noble race—walked among the silent and illustri- us dead. Once she was almost. startled, A picture of sliree children, a family group, painted by Sir Joshua Rey- olds, stood against the wall. Lady Clotilde was speak- ng to one of the workmen, and Silvia turne:l it rouud to he light, Wondering what it was, A cry of surprise rose to her lips, but she stifled it. _ The boy, the center figure of the group, was the image, the very picture of litle Oyrill _ ‘The iipuise Was strong upon her to call Lady Clotilde’s Attention to it, but remembering how seusitive sie Was, SENN BEATS ee NRL TE: te a aa she forbore. She replaced the painting, but she could not drive the woncer and surprise from her heart. Was it merely accidental, this likeness between her boy and the heir of Dynecourt, who had lived so long ago? Was it accidental? Of course it could be nothing else. But why was it—how could it be? Not even. the faintest suspicion of the truth dawned across her, the faintest foreshadowing of the truth never eccurred to her. Her heart was full of silent wonder, and more than once Lhat same evening she stole away in the dim twilight to look again upon the face that was so like her beloved and only child. CHAPTER LXIV. An interruption to the train of thought came on the day following. Among Clotilde’s friends she numbered a Mrs. Lowe, a pretty, fashionable, clever woman, whose sogiely was always eagerly sou hit after. Lady Clotilde liked her, and though she had given orders thatsue was to be denied to visilors during the next few days, sie was always *‘at home’? to Mrs. Lowe, — a it was a bright, beautiful morning; Lady Clotilde was busily engaged in Correcting the prools of a new catalogue of pidtures; Silvia was writing the invitations for a grand dinner party, to be given on the day after Lord Dynecouri’s return. The Summer sunshine tiled the room, the air was odorous With the sweet breath of flowers, when Mrs. Lowe was announced, Lady Ctotilde looked up with a smue. : ““Miways welcome, Mrs. Lowe," She said, and the visit- ors preity face brightened and beamed with delgnt at the words, After some few preliminary remark, she cried: nm : “Lady Clotiide, do you remember a “very beautiful wo- mau wWé inet last year occasionally in society—a Madame Faiteuil You never liked her, and declined an iutroduc- ‘tiom.?* eee . , “I remember,” said Lady Clotilde; “but Ihave seen You will be in- nothing of her this year? “No; she lraS been living in seclusion. terested to kuow she is married to-day.”? __“Married!’ cried Lady Clotilde. ‘No one can say now that courage,js extinct among our gentlemen. Who has been found brave enough to undertake tle destiny of Ma- dame la Baronne ?” “Phat‘is'the strangest part of the story. Do you re- member meeting at Lady Bille’s a pretty, sad, hail-frigiit- ened jooking Woman—a Mrs, Thornton f? ‘ “Yes; and I read of her death soon afterward.” “Mr, nton, the widower, is the ‘happy man. He marries Madame la Baronne at Hauover Square this morn- ing. The A ge den ge is being celebrated even now, while 1 ani speaking.” © : Silvia’s face flushed with hot indignation. Poor heart- broken Wifel poor, Wuhappy, wretclied lady! so slowly, 60 cruelly murdeied. It seemed to her but yesterday that she had stood trembling and half-frightened by that soli- i deutli-ved; the pale, dying face seemeu to rise before ler; the faint voice, with its terrible threat, sounded again iv her ears: “I shall not rest in my graye—I cannot rest—I must see him agam. I must lvok olce wore upon his face!” Would that threat be realized? Would that restless, loving, unhappy spirit. revisit this world for the purpose of looking once more upon the face of the man she had loved so deyolediy—the man who had destroyed her?) A cold shudder of dread seized her, even her lips grew white, “What is the matter, Silvia?’ asked Lady Clotilde, in alarm.) © “Il knew Mrs. Thornton,’ she replied, ‘and I am shock- ed, lused to live with her’? Both ladies looked at her in wonder. “IT had forgotten that, if I ever heard it,’ said Lady Clotilde. Mrs. Lowe was too well-bred to make any inquiries. “I beg your pardon,’ she said; ‘i was not aware of it. I knew not that you would be pained at what I suid.” “It does not surprise me,’ replied Silvia. ‘I have al- Ways expected to liear of that marriage, sooner or later. Does Mr. ‘Thornton still reside at Cleve House ?”” “Yes; aud a series of most brilliant entertainments are to follow the marriage. ‘lhe happy couple,’ as the papers say, are going to the Isle of Wight fora week only; then they take a very determined plunge into gay life, and we may expect Mrs. .uncrnion to be one of our Jeading belles”? ‘shall never either receive or visit her,’ said Lady Clotilde, gently. “i did not like her at first, and ami not likely to change my opinion,” Jt was a shock to Silvia, although she had always kuown that sooner or later the marriage would take piace. In- deed, it had been a matter of surprise to her that she had hot heard of it before. Mrs. Lowe went away, leaving Silyia overshadowed by the memory of lhe tragedy that she had been learning to forget. A few days afterward and all London was shocked by the rumor of a terrible occurreuce at Cleve House. At the clubs and the drawiug-rooms people talked of nothing else. Hundreds congregated to look at the exterior of the house where so unusual a scene had taken place} the il- lustrated papers had pictures of Cleve House ou the front age. Meu met each other, and said: : “This is a queer story about Thornton.” Ladies grew pale at Lhe mention of the name, Beer to tel in OUr OWN Words Whiat happenea, iWews- paper reports varied, although the substance was the same. We have no precise explanation to give. Whether in punishment of what was jn reality a cold, cruel, heart- less:smurder the spirit of the injured womau was allowed to revisit the world, or whether remorse played upon a guilty mind and filled it with shadows, whoshallsay? But this was the fate of Mir. Thornton. ‘ The gorgeous wedding breakfast was given at Cieve House. Madame la Baronne had furnished apartments, where it was quite impossible that any ceremony of the kind could take place. Therefore, by Mr. Thornton’s wish and desire, the breakfast was given at his mansion. Such a breakfast! Gunter had providedit. Weippart’s band was engaged. Half the elite of London gathered in those gorgeous apartments; the Juxury and magnificence displayed were regal. Mrs, Thornton, beautiful. as a vis- ion, received the congratulation: of the guests. Ller toi- lette was something that must be seen in order to be un- derstood; the ‘‘sheen of satin, the glimmer of pearls,” a4] that luxury and art could suggest, liad been brought to aid her loveliness; and Mr. Thornton looked more than proud of his peerless bride. The carriage for the happy pair was ordered at three o'clock. Mrs, Thornton withdrew to change her dress; Mr. Thornton went into his own room for some few min- utes’ preparation before his journey. His valet followed him to the door. “T shall not want you, Adolphe,” he said. my dressing-case is put into the carriage.?? Humming to himself a popular air from a well-known opera, Mr. Thornton enterec his room and closed tie door. The bride descended, the carriage drove up to the door; in the streets outside a crowd of people gathered to Witness the departure, Brillialtly-dressed wedding guests and obsequious Beryants surrounded the bride, yet no bridegroom appeared. “Mr. Thornton is in his room,’ said the valet, in answer to some question. The pause became embarrassing. “Tell your master I’m ready,’’ Said Mrs. Thornton, im- periously. Then Adolphe went to his master’s room, and a Jond cry of dismay rapg through the house. One looked at an- other without speaking. What could be the matter; what had gone wrong? What was that terrible cry ringing through the house, blanching blooming faces, and causing strong men to JooK at each other in wondering fear? “Something wrong in Mr. Thornton’s room!’ Who said the words first, and what did they mean? One or two of his most intimate friends went up stairs, followed the servauts into tlie room, and there beheld a sight that might haye struck terror even into stouter hearts than theirs, On a chair, huddled into a frightened, confused mass, sat the bridegroom, a crouching, gibbering idiot, point- ing with his finger to a chair tuat his first wife had been accustomed to use, ’ “Pake that woman away,” he cried, with chattering teeth; “take her away. ‘There are worms on her shroud; she is pointing abitne. There is a stain of blood over her heart; take her away.” ° ‘ ‘Tiere is no Woman,” said one, trying to pacify him. “She is there—my wife. They said I broke her heart. She said uuless I bade her good-by she should come back to look once again at me. I have been expecting her every hour since she died; she has come at last. On my wedding day—my wedding day—and there she sits, With her dead eyes on my face. Tuke heraway; great lleaven! take her away.”? It was useless trying to soothe him; he wasraving mad, Doctors camie and prescribed for him, Wonder, dismay, fear, horror, took tlie place of feasting aud mirth. Such a tragedy had never happened within the memory ofinan. From one terrible convulsion he fell into another, uutil the frenzy of madness could go no further, and then, un- der careful restraint, lie was removed. It was some lime before they dare break the intelligence to the proud, beautiful woman he had married. She heard it with a stern, proud face, to all appearance un- moved; but there can be no doubt that in the righteous retribution that had overtaken him sle Saw how justly lie was punistied for his sin, Insiead of @ gay and gallant bridegroom, there was a helpless idiot, frightened at imaginary voices, at shadowy faces—friglhitened at the 8pecters his own guilty conscience called forth—idiocy alternating with the most terrible frenzy of madness, His wile took possession of his fortune and estate, and he was seen by the great world no more; the leavy iron gates of the asylum closed beliiud him, and he passed them hevyer again. CHAPTER LXV. “My lady; his lordship has. arrived, and is in the li- brary.’ They were very common words, uttered by an impor- tant-looking footman, who evidentiy understood that the ed home of his lord would be a great event for his ady. Lady Clotilde was seated with Silvia in apretty little: Morning room; they were both engaged with a parcel of uew books when the man entered with his message. Lord Dynecourt had not been expected until evening. If Silvia had never known or even suspected how dearly his wife loved him, she knew it then bythe thrill of delight that seemed for one moment to unnerve her, by the warm flush thatwose to tie beautiful, noble face, by the sudden light that came into her eyes, by the treinbling of the White hands, She laid the books down, and; with a low cry, rose{romvher seat. “He is come!” she said, and Silvia never forgot the tone of her voice—it was as Luough all Paradise had suddenly opened before her. The next moment she|hau quitted the room, and Silvia was alone, ‘See that Be her mind. Slivia’s thoughts were.not ailsadones. Her experience of the worid had bee so sad, her experience of married life so untiappy, that it was something new to see a wile who was happy in her husband's love. “She must be happy,?? thought Sfivia, “although she has no chilftren, and jer face Is av times $0 sad; she musk be happy, she loves tifim so'dearly.” 5 Thex again the pitifui story of Mrs. Thorntot® came to it is not sufficient for happiness that a woman should give her whole heart and soul in fondest and most worshiping love, else that poor lady would have lived, not died; there must be sOme return, something for that love to cling to, or it feeds‘on the heart that cherishes.is,, leaving that heart tovdie, Lord Dynecourt must love this woman, who wasso: nobie, so beautiful and so superior; and as she sat tnere- Silvia began to wonder whutde was like. Handsome,, his wife said, kind, generous, indulgent... Was le noble im heart and soul as his wife was? Then it suddenly OtCcurred to Silvia that her visit to- Dynewold House oughtto end} she had only been asked: there during its master's absence, “Lady Clotilde willechave wo time for me,’ she thonghty, “now all her time and attention must be given vo her hus— band. I shail tell her that I ought to veturn te Mrs, Gre- ville to-day.”? : She was so hunible; so unobtfusive, that she never thought of remaining now that thelordly master of the house had returned; she, never..dreamed that her sweet and gracious presence was always delightful to Lady Glo- ulde; all she thougtit was Lady Clofilde’s husvand hac come back and there was no further need for ber.. She had ended her dtities: and could ‘return’ home. She sat stillin the pretty morning. room; itavas not likely that Lord Dynecourt would go there! it was. a room, reserved purposely for the ladies of the house. Two hours at least ‘pissed “before Lady Clotilde re- turned, and then herdace, her manner were so changed ‘that Silvia hardly knew hers Shelooked brighter, young- er, fairer than she had ever done. . Silvia Jooked up with asmile as the high-born, patrician Jady stooped and clasped her arms around her neck. “lL know what that means,” said Silvia, laughingly; “you are 80 lappy that yourhappiness overflows, aud you would fain give some of it to me,”? “You are right? said Lady Clotilde. “I am very happy. to ¥A ry ‘ ve did not add that her happiness was caused entirely by her husband’s kindness. Sie did not tell Silvia thas her heart had fluttered like that of a young dreaming girl when her lusband kissed her face more lovingly than hey had ever done for years, and said: . 4 “Why, Clotilde, a quietJife suits you. looking so beautiful ur 80 Well.”? “Eventhough you haye bee away from me,’ she said. “Then my fice is false to my heart, for 1 haye weuried in- expressibly for you.” Pertiaps her words touched liim, for he held her earess-— ingly in his arms, placiug her on a cuuch, and taking a sent by her side. “T ain’ so glad to be at home again, Clotilde. I was get- ting quite tired; aud in all Austria I have not seen a Jace like yours.”? “You are really glad to see me then, Basii; and you wil} not leave me s0 long again ?"? _ *No,’? he replied, thoughtfully. “They are anxious for me to return—iu fact, Lord S—— has nade me a very - magnificent proposition, but I slialinotacceptit. 1 prefer home aud nmiy wife.” ; Those few words had made her quite happy; but she dia — not repeut them to Silvia, She rarely spoke of her own feelings or emotions. Her happiness was to be read ip her shining eyes, her smiling lips, her brightened face. “T have been telling Lord Dynecourt about you, Silv¥ia,’? she suld; “how fortunate { have been in finding a friend 80 lovable. He is quite anxious to see you.”” “I hope Lord Dyuecourt is well,’? said Silvia, halt shyly. : She felt in some awe of this great nobleman. Q “He is well, and he is so pleased with the picture gai- lery. Ali, Silviaf Lam more than a thousand times re-— paid for my trouble; the only annoyance is that the por- trait did not come first.” : “Dear Lady Clotilde,’ said Silvia, quietly, “I have been so happy with you—so happy to have been even the least service to you; but now that Lord Dynecourt has returned, { must go; Mrs. Greville is all alone, 1 thought, if you. were willing, I would go to-night.” , ' Lady Clottlde laughed aloud. It was the happiest and sweetest peal of laughter that Silvia ever heard from her lips. ; “My dearest Siivia,’’ she said, “you will pardon me; ao. nothing of the kind. Lord Dynecourt desires to see yor. — I have been telling him about Cyril. Iwas so pleased to — excite his interest in him. It is in Lord Dynecourt’s power to advance so materially your boy’s interests im™ life. Ah, mel if he had but a son of his ownl—like ours.?? : ‘ fe They Knew so little, either of them—Heayen help them —of the truth. : “Of course,’ continued Lady Clotilde, “if you really prey going home, I must be content. Nor must I forges ~ ow kind Mrs. Greville has been to me; but stay here to- night, Silvia. You must not run away the same day Lord | Dynecourt returns.” Cader Tap aektennegt . “twit stay, with pleasure, if you are quite sure that 2 | shall not be in Lhe way. That was my great dread,”? Lady Clotilde laughed again. “There isnot much fear, Lord Dynecourt has given orders that he shall be denied ‘to all visitors to-day; ana ® this evening, when we are quite alone, you shall tell him all about Cyril. Who knows, under such auspices as my lord’s, he may rise to be prime minister soiie day 2”? Silvia Kissed the kindly hands clasping hers. “[have never spoken to you on the subject before,’? continued Lady Clotilde, ‘but I may as weil tell you now that, if you are willing, Silvia, I shall make your box’ future my care. I have more money than I know whas todo with. {should like to send him to college,. and have him brought up in.some profession. He is so clever, lhe will soon make his way.” ‘I do not know how tothauk you,’? shesaid. “I can- not thank you, but I pray Heaven to reward you.” “That is setiled then,’”? said Lady Clotilde, gayly, ‘ana We shall spend a pleasant evening. Lord. Dynecours took luncheon when he arrived, so that we shall not meet again until dinner time. My husband is in his study—the ‘louse steward is with him, and I have ay engagement. Mow shail you amuse yourself, Silvia?” ~ “T shall do nothing but think of you and your kind- ness,’? she replied. .‘*Oli! Lady. Clotilde, £ ami so grate-- ful to you; 1 am ata loss how to thank Meayen for haying found me such a friend,” ’ Lady Clotilde laid her gentie hand on the fain, bowed, head, ; “You haye had sorrow enongh in your brief life,?? she said. ‘Lam pleased that l can help to make you hap- I never saw you i ri) fr Mien she went away, leaving Silvia more happy, more grateful than words can tell, She went to the dining- room, where lunch was prepared, and then hesitated as to how she should spend the afternoon. A sudden thought struck her. Lady Clotilde had pur- chased @ quantity of photographs, and had expressed a wish as to their arrangement,. “1 shall Just haye time to do them,’ she thought. They were on tle table of a pretly boudoir that-opened into the drawing-room, a pretty, cosy little mook, not much used, except wher Lady Clotilde had yisitors.. It was divided from the suite of drawing-rooms by a beanit- ful little arch, and rich hangings of blue velvet. As Silvia sat down to the table, she smiled to herself thinking how silent those magnificent rooms were. Lady Olotilde was out, Lord Dynecourt engaged—it seemed as though she had the whole of that immense house to her- self. a CHAPTER LXYI. The photographs were very beautiful. When she came to one representing scenes in France or Italy, she lingered overit; but when it was ofa Scotch mountain or Jake, those wild, weird hills, all covered with heather, there rose belore, her that home where her one brief life had been spent—the calm, shining Jake, the purple, sloping hills, the old.gray church, the sunlit garden, the pretty home—she heard the servant's yoice, slie sajy her hus- band’s face, and a low cry of anguish came from her lipss “Shall [ never be able to forget?’ she cried, . ‘Oh, bon- nie Scotland! even your name, even the sight of the heath. er and the blue hills, is full of anguish for mel? Then she stifled the sob that rose to her: lips, for the drawing-room door opened, and & strange gentlemam entered, ushered im by a footman. “Tell Lord Dynecourt I will not detain him longer than five minutes,’ said the stranger to the servant; “‘but my business is important,’’ Silvia looked at the hangings; close. “There is no need for me to go away,” she said; “I can take the little stuud to the window, Where I can neither see nor hear.’? She carried the stand to the window, and continued her occupation, arranging and numbering the photo graphs, without giviugevyen a thought to the gentiemen in the next room, How long ahead been dreaming over those pictures— how long that cCéuversation in the drawing-room had lasted, she knew not; ib was the sound of w voice thas roused her. A voice that made the warm blood in her veins freeze and stand still—a voice that seemed to paralyze eyen her very heart and stop its beating—that brought great drops of anguish. to her brow—that made her fall.on her knees, with clenchert hands, and wide-open, wild eyes. What was it?’ The voice of the man she had loved so dearly—the voice that had wooed her in such soft, honeyed accents in the reen lunes of Rosebank—the voice that had opened all ‘aradise to her—that had whispered to her of love and poetry—that had lured her from home, and had never aa@- dressed her saye in terms of love and tenderness. *“Wiiat is it?? she cried. ‘AL! great Heaven! what does that sound mean??? o—™~ So she knelt, with wild, imploring eyes, and out- stretched arms, There was no mistake; it was richer»: deeper, fuller, More manly in tone, but it was as surely the voice of the man she believed to be her husband as she was kneeling there. She must see—she must see for herself if sound or fancy had misled her. She must see what face went with thas yoice—to whom it belonged. Gently and slowly slie rose from her knees; she tonche® the velyet hangings, and they. parted: jialf-an-inch, she looked, with wild, wondering, wistful eyes, aud saw two gentlemen—one, quite a stranger to her, talking earnestiy,. evidently & Visitor; the other, leaning in a careless, grace~ ful attitude against the richly-carved mantelpiece, evie dently the master of the house, was the man who. had bes trayed ler—the mun Wao, calling. himself Ulric Rymer, they were drawn almoss had married lier! {To BE CONTINUED.) ; ¥