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SISTER ROSE. r ^^ffiffim r sgse^^sG^Bs« VIA.STORYOF THE FRENCH R£YQLUTiQN| } BY WILKIE, COLLINS, INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION. Lomaquo's thin lips secmod to close Instinctively at the question, '.is if he wore never going to speak again. He bowed—Trudaine waited—ho only bowed again. Trudaine waited a third time. Lomaquc looked at his host with CtTAt'TKR IT.— . Ho spoke with a quiet sadnca.= in his *oicD. which meant far more to his sister than the simple words ho uttered. Her cyos filled with tears; she turned :for a moment from hor lover and took •her brother's hand. "Don't tall;, Louis, as if you thought you wore going to lose your sister, because—" Her lip .began to tremble, and she stopped sud- •denly. • "More jealous than over of your taking her away from him!" whispered Madame Danville in hor son's ear. •"Hush! don't, for God's sake, take any ^notice ot it," she added hurriedly, as ;lie rose from the scut and faced Tru- .daino with undisguised irritation and jinpatieucc in his manner. Before he .could speak, the old servant Guillaume made his appearance, and announced that coffee was ready. Madame Danville again said "Hush!" and quickly took one of hi.s arms, while,he offered tho other to Rose. "Charles!" said tho young girl, amazodly, "how Hushed your face is, and how your arm trembles!" He controlled himself in a moment, smiled, and said to her. "Can't you guess why, Rose? I" am thinking of to-morrow." While lie was speaking, he pa.sseil close by tho land-steward, .on his way back to tho house with tho lafllos. Tiio smile returned to Monsieur Lomaquo's loan face, and a curious iighr, twinkled in his red-rimmed, eyes, as ho began a fresh hole in the grass. "Won't you go iu-doors, and take some coffee?" asked Trudaine. touching the laud-steward on tho arm. Monsieur Lomaquc started a little. and left his cane sticking in tho ground. "A thousand thanks, monsieur," lie said; "may I be allowed to follow you?" "I confess tho beauty ot' the evening makes me a little unwilling to .leave this place just yet," "Ah! the beauties of nature—I feel •tttew, with you.'Monsieur Trudaine; I ;Ieel then: hero." Saying this, Lomaque •laid one hand on his heart, and with the other pulled his stick out of the .,••.grass. He had looked as little at the landscape or sotting sun as Monsieur .Justin himself. CHAPTER III HEY sat down, side by side, on the ornpty bench; and then there followed an awkward pause. Submissive Lo- maque was too discreet to forgot his place, and venture on starting a new topic. Trudaino was preoccupied, and .disinclined to talk. It was necessary, however, in common politeness, to say something. Hardly attending himself to his own words, he began with a common-plane phrase—"I regret, Monsieur Lomaque, that we have not had more opportunities of bettering our acquaintance." , "I feel deeply indebted," rejoined the land-steward, "to the admirable Madame Danville for having chosen jjie as her escort hither from her son's estate near Lyons, and having thereby procured for me the honor of this Introduction." Both Monsieur Lomaque's red-rimmed eyes were seized with a sudden fit of winking, as he made this polite speech. Hi:; enemies were ac- . perfect steadiness for an instant, then his eyes began to get weak again. "You seem to have some special interest," ho quietly remarked, "if I may say so without ofl'ensc, in asking me that question." "I deal frankly, at all hazard, wTth every one," returned Trudaine; "and, stranger as you are, I will deal frankly with you. I acknowledge that I liave an interest in asking that question—the dearest, the tenderest of all interests." At those last words his voice trembled for a moment, but he went on firmly: "From tho beginning of my sister's engagement with Danville, I made it my duty not to conceal my own feelings; my conscience and my affection for Hose counseled me to be candid to the last, even though my candor should distress or offend others. When we first made the acquaintance of Madame Danville, and when i first discovered that her son's attentions to Rose were not unfavorably received, I felt astonished, and though it cost mo a hard effort, T did not conceal that astonishment from my sister—" Lomaquc, who had hitherto been all attention, started here, and threw up his hands in amazement. "Astonished, did I hear you say? Astonished, Monsieur Trudaine, that the attentions of a young gentleman possessed of all the graces and accomplishments of a highly-bred Frenchman should be favorably received by a young lady! Astonished that such a dancer, such a singer, such a talker, such a notoriously fascinating ladles' man as Monsieur Danville should, by dint of respectful assiduity, succeed in making some impression on the heart of Mademoiselle Rose! Oh! Monsieur Trudaine, venerated Monsieur Trudaine, this is almost too much to credit!" Lomaque's eyes grew weaker than ever, and winked incessantly, as he uttered this apostrophe. At the end he threw up his hands again, and blinked inquiringly all round him, in mute appeal to universal nature. "When, in the course of time, matters were farther . advanced," continued Trudaine, without paying any attention to the interruption; "when the offer of marriage was made, and when I knew that Rose had in her own heart accepted it, I objected, and I did not conceal my objections — " "Heavens!" interrupted Loma.quo again, clasping his hands this time with a" look of bewilderment; "what objections? what possible objections to a man, young and well-bred, with an immense fortune and an uncompromised character? 1 have heard of these objections. I know they have made bad blood; and 1 ask myself again and again, what can they be?" "God knows I have often tried to dismiss them from my mind, as fanciful and absurd." said Trudaine, "and I have always tailed. It is impossible, in your presence, that I can describe in detail what my own impressions -have been, from tho first, of the master whom you servo. Let it be enough if I confide to you that I cannot, even now, persuade myself of the sincerity of his attachment to my sister, and that I feel— in spite of myself, in spite of my earnest customed to say that, whenever he was j desire to put tho most implicit confl particularly Insincere, or particularly deceitful, ho always took refuge In the weakness of his eyes, and so evaded the trying ordeal of being obliged to look steadily .at the person whom he was speaking with, "I was pleased to hear you mention tny late father's name, at dinner, iu terms of high respect," continued Tru- daine, resolutely keeping up the conversation. "Did you know him?" j '•,[ am indirectly indebted to your excellent father," answered the land- steward, "for the very situation which I now- hold. At a time when the good word of a man of substance and reputation was needed to save me from poverty and ruin, your father spoke that •word. Since then, I have, in my own very small way, succeeded in life until I have risen to the honor of superintending the estate of Monsieur Danville." •'Excuse me—but your way of speaking of your present situation rather .surprises me. Your father, I believe, wan a merchant just as Danville's father-was a merchant; the only difference between them was, that one failed, and •the other realized a largo fortune. Why •should you speak of yourself as. hon- ,ored by holding your present place?" "Have you never heard?" exclaimed T^omaqiie, with an appearance of great jistonlshmont, "or can you have hear'!, and forgotten, that Mudame Danville & descended from one of the noble houses at France? Has she never told you, as : she has often told mo, that she condescended when she married her late tusband; and that her great object in life is to get the title of her family ^years since extinct In the male line) ..settled on her son?" "Yes." replied Trudaine; "I remember to have heard something ot this, id to have paid no great attention to .at the time, having little sympathy ^ith such aspirations as you describe. -You have lived many years in Danville's service, Monsieur Lomaquc; have you" .—he hesitated for a moment, then continued, looking the land-steward full In the face, "have you found him a good and icifld master?" dence in Rose's choice— a distrust of his character and temper, which now, on the eve of the marriage, amounts to positive terror. Long secret suffering, doubt, and suspense wring this confession from me, Monsieur Lomaque, almost unawares, in defiance of caution, in defiance of all the conventionalities of society. You have lived for years under the same roof with this man; you have seen him in his most unguarded and private moments. I tempt you to betray no confidence— I only ask you if you can make me happy by telling me that I have been doing your master grievous injustice by my opinion of him? I ask you to take my hand and tell mo if you can, in all honor, that my sister is not risking the happiness of riage to Danville to-morrow!" He held out his hand while he spoke. By some strange chance, Lomaque happened just at that moment to be looking away towards those beauties of nature which he admired so greatly. "Really, Monsieur Trudaine, really such an appeal from you, at such a time, amazes me;" Having got so far, he stopped and said no more. "When we first sat down together here, I had no thought of making this appeal, no idea of talking to you as I have talked," pursued the other. "My words have escaped me, as I told you, almost unawares — you must make allowances for them and for me. I cannot expect others, Monsieur Lomaque, to appreciate and understand my feel- Ings for Rose. We two have lived aloje In the world together; father, mother, kindred, they all died years since and left us. I am so much older than my sister, that I have learnt to feel toward her more aa a father than as a brother. All my life, all my dearest hopes, all my highest expectations have centered in her. I was past the period of my boyhood when my mother put my little child sister's hand in mine, and said to me on her death bed, 'Louis, be all to her that I have been, for she has no one left to look to but you.' Since then the loves and ambitions of other men have not been my loves or my ambitions. Sister Rose— as we all used to call her In those past days, as I lov« to call her still—Sister Rose has been the one aim, the one happiness, tho ono precious trust, the one treasured reward of all my life. I have lived in this poor house, in this dull retirement, as In a Paradise, because Sister Rose, my innocent, happy, bright-faced Eve, has lived hero with mo. Even it the husband of her choice had been the husband of mine, the necessity of parting with her would have been the hardest, tho bitterest of trials. As it is, thinking what I think, dreading what I dread, judge what my feelings must be on the eve of her marriage; and know why, and with what object, I made tho appeal which surprised you a moment since, but which cannot surprise you now. Siieak.it you will—I can say no more." He sighed bitterly; his head dropped on his breast, and the hand which he bad extended to Lomaque trembled as ho withdrew it and lot it fall at his side. The land-steward was not a man accustomed to hesitate, but he hesitated now. He was not usually at a loss for phrases in which to express himself, but he stammered at the very outset of his reply. "Suppose I answered," ho began, slowly; "suppose I told you' that you wronged him; would my testimony really be strong enough to shake opinions, or rather presumptions, which have been taking firmer and firmer hold of you for months. and months past? Suppose, on tho other hand, that my master had his little" —(Lomaquc hesitated before he pronounced the next word)—"his little—infirmities, let me say, but only hypothetical^-, mind that—infirmities; and suppose I had observed them, and was willing to confide them to you; what purpose would such a confidence answer now at the eleventh hour, with Mademoiselle Rose's heart engaged, with tho marriage fixed for to-morrow? No! no! trust me—" Trudaine looked up suddenly. "I thank you for reminding me, Monsieur Lomaque, that it is too late now to make inquiries, and by consequence too late also to trust in others. My sister has chosen; and on tho subject of that choice my lips shall be henceforth scaled. The events of the futuro arc with God; whatever they may be, I hope I am strong enough to bear my part in them with the patience and tho courage of a man! I apologize, Monsieur Lomaque, for having thoughtlessly embarrassed you by questions which I had no right to ask. Let us return to the house—I will show you tho way." Lomaque's lips opened, then closed again; he bowed uneasily, and his sallow complexion whitened for a moment. Trudaino led the way in silence back to the house, the land-steward following slowly at a distance of several paces, and talking in whispers to himself. "His father was the saving of me," muttered Lomaque; "that is tho truth, and there is no getting over it; his father was the saving of me, and yet hero am I—no? it's too late!—too late to speak—too late to act—too late to do anything!" Close to the house they were met by the old servant. "My young lady has just sent me to call you in to coffee, Monsieur," said Guillaume. "She has kept a cup hot for you, and another cup for Monsieur Lomaque." IT BEATS THE WORLD. OUR NATIONAL LIBRARY THE MOST' MACNIFICENT'EXTANT. THE BLENHEIM SPANIEL. Most I.ovuMo of'tlio Four-Footed Tctf of Womtinklml. Of all the pets of womankind, babies alone exceptert, there is nothing moro lovable than the tiny Blenheim spaniel, says an exchange. Why this breed of clogs has the name oC the palace ot the duke of Marlborough no one seems to know. The story goes, however, that the first duke had the breed and that, on a friend's requesting a puppy, he refused to part with one, but at the same time tooK two or three blind whelps and threw them to tame eagles. But in the year 1800 his grace tho duke ol' Marlborough was reputed to possess the smallest and best breed of cockers (woodcock spaniels) in Britain. They were Invariably red and white, with very long ears, short noses and black eyes. They were evidently the ancestors o£ the present Blen- heims, "Which are still bred by the keepers of the lodge at Blenheim and somo of the inhabitants of Woodstock. But there Is little doubt that they have been crossed with the pug to give them 1 the very short snub noses which they now possess. Moreover, the breed has become very delicate and difficult to rear. They suffer from brain disease and are more likely than any other dog to die In puppyhood. "Idstone," the celebrated writer on dogs, remembers the time -wbcn the Blenheims were mainly bred In the vicinity of the palace. He suggests as a proba.bly origin of the Blenheims the Japanese toy spaniel. The surmise seems very probable. As it is tho ambition of every English woman to own one cf these tiny creatures they will probably some day bs the rage in this country; therefore, it Is well to know something of their pedigree. RuMlun Doctors. One of those painstaking persons called statisticians has been turning his attention to the position of Russia in regard to its supply of doctors. The country has produced a number of eminent chemists, but.medical men ar« somewhat scarce. In all Russia there are only 15,740 Qualified practitioner*, ot whom 553 are women. An Odil Instrument. An odd Instrument has Just been Invented combining a fan and an ear- trumpet. The deaf lady, when she wishes to hear what Is being said, folds up her fan into a shape somewhat like the paper packets used by grocers, and applies the Maall end to her ear. T'h« Croat 1'iintlioon of American Art mul Ut«r»tnro (• Almott Uoiuly tar Ouimpaiit'T — Somo Fen Descriptions of It. \ (Wnshington Letter.) HB grant P.inthenn oC American art, as the new National Library building, in Washington, rte- sci'vosv to be called, is now rapidly ncnring completion, after seven years of uninterrupted construction and decoration. Tho keys will be handed over to the Librarian of Congress in February next, find the wonderful structure will then bocome the enduring repository of the 700,000 books forming the public collection of the American people. But to-day, for all practical purposes, its perfect character already stands revealed in all its beauty, lacking only Hie last touches and ultimate finish. I£ it bo true that the chief glory of a nation Is its literature, and that one of the most precious herita'ges of a people ot American ancestors; others ar» Americans by adoption and naturalization. But all of them are fervid Americans in fact, imbued with an ardent love 1 of America an'd things American; and though they have utilized and availed of the art of all the world and of all the centuries past, they have here achieved, to a. degree that the Miintry as yet little appreciates, in n»w and modern forms and under fresh insylratlon, an astonishing triumph of strictly American art, expending upon it? realization their very best efforts, with a zeal and enthusiasm worthy r like of their profe^ion and their patriotism. Ot the result, not only they but all their fellow-citizens have reason to be immeasurably proud. As a national palace for books it is a credit to the whole country, and especially to its promoters, its designers, us builders, its decorators and to Con- gross, which authorized it and supplied the funds for it. As a Pantheon of culture it is calculated to serve as a lasting object lesson in art., and will undoubtedly exert a strong educational influence in that direction by elevating the standard of popular taste. It is built to withstand the wear and tear of a thousand years, and it combines In its entire make-up the best results ol [-•tientific engineering, the latest mechanical apparatus, time-saving conveniences, special devices, ingenious inventions and superb appointments. m \w il3^^ ; P^iK?»|i5^a^^^3__ *-—*** JjSEJZV. ^Ppo* WEST FACADE FRONT OF THE NEW _NA^IONAIj_L,IBRARY.__ is a vast national library wherein its literature can find an adequate and permanent home, then, indeed, are tbe American people fortunate, for in this building they will have not only a palace whose rooms and spaces are devoted to the preservation o£ the nation's literary treasures, but a temple whose very walls are dedicated to the three allied fine arts of architecture, sculpture and painting—an art gallery that amply supplies for the time the absence of such an institution as a separate conventional establishment. There is nothing comparable to it as an artistic edifice in all this country, and as a public library building there is nothing in Europe that approaches_lt. It outranks in splendor and magnificence, as well as in size, all other structures of its kind on the globe, although its final cost will fall within the aggregate appropriation, $0,350.000. And this pre-eminent distinction is due not so much to its extraordinary beauty ot architecture as to its wealth of interior decoration. Inside it is a veritable fairy land of highest art, 'its halls and chambers literally filled, but not crowded, with masterpieces of painting, sculpture, architectural ornament and mosaic and stucco enrichment. Of set paintings there are at least 300 throughout the 50 rooms, and of formal pieces of sculpture and statuary an equal number, while the stucco works and other architectural ornaments are seemingly iu- ANGLE OF ROTUNDA. numerable. And a remarkable thing about it all, considering it is a government building, is that every one ot these 300 sculptures, every one of these 300 pictures anS every one r/f these countless bits of architectural elaboration are consistent parts ot a single plan, all harmonizing with their surroundings and with each other, and together forming a homogeneous whole, admirably adapted in every particular to the distinctive architecture of the building and to Its peculiar uses. To accomplish this end the whole world has been searched over and ransacked for suggestions and suitable subjects, susceptible of original treatment and interpretation for American eyes and no less than 47 of the most celebrated American artists-exclueive- ly American—sculptors, painters, designers and decorators, have been now for two yeah, concentrating their powers upo.n tnla work. Some of them are Americans born, the sons of long lines A marble inscription above the principal arch in the entrance hall tells the structural history or the building in this sentence: "Erected under tho Acts of Congress of April 15, 1SSO, October 2, 1SSS. and March 2, 1SS9, by Brigadier General Thomas Lincoln Casey. Chief of Engineers, U. S. A.; Bernard R. Green, Superintendent and Engineer; John L. Smithiaeyer, Architect; Paul J. Pelz, Architect; Edward Pearce Casey, Architect," At first it did not seem practicable to carry out any elaborate scheme of decoration the questions of expenseand of time being the principal difficulties —both very important, as tbe date for filial completion and the total cost were approximately fixed beforehand. But through the wisdom of the late General Casey and of Bernard R. Green, trie officers in charge, a coherent and harmonious color-scheme was adopted at the beginning, and tne mat- tor of extra decoration later on was left for execution as circumstances and funds permitted. The leading sculptors ana painters of this country were called iu for aid and consultation, and were found to 'be not only wilting, but delighted and eager to co-operate. It was proposed that here was a chance for them to show what they could do, and although funds for this purpose were limited, they entered into the project with spirit and alacrity. Accordingly commissions for the important spaces were distributed among the artists at much lower rates, by reason of its being a public building, than they would have been willing to accept from individuals or private corporations, and the remaining rooms and the general plan of color-treatment were dele- Bated to Elmer E. Garnsey, who was engaged at a stipulated salary to or- gnnize the corps, assisted by Charles Caffin and E. J. Holslag, of New York, and W. Mills Thompson, of Washington, while the important function of passing upon preliminary studies and final designs, of making timely suggestions and keeping track oC the general system of decoration, in connection with the officer in charge, was entrusted to Edward P. Casey as architect. The actual decoration of the walls began April 1, 1S95, and the fruits, exceeding all expectation, arc now apparent. Even the outer shell of this display is a vehicle of bigtt art. The building itself, architecturally, is a noble fabric oi uniform, gleaming white granite, a pure example of the Italian Renaissance, rectattgular in form, three stories high, -J70 feet long l>v 340 feet wide, occupying two city blocks and covering nearly four acres; with stately pavilions projecting at the corners, and at the east and west fronts enriched with majestic monolithic columns of the Corinthian order; the massivenesa of the walls relieved by 1,800 windows with casings treated in high relief, by foliated carvings beneath the pediments and cornices, and by an ornate balustrade of carved granite above; the whole crowned by a burnished golden dome glistening 195 feet in air. 0 Arnblttoni. "I wish, John, that you would get nominated for some office." "Why?" "Theji all the papers would print my pictures and describe my gowns as they do with that detestable Mrs. Thomson, whose husband Is running for something."-Philadelphia North American. ADVERTISES HIS INJURY. A. KaniBl Farmer Hound to "Get Hank" With (lio K»llrnad«. Farmer Jake Stoddard, of Doniphan county, believes in telling the world cf his grievance. He has been wronged and he is determined that all who whirl by his house on the Burlington road shall know all about it. Uncle Jake's troubles are told by a signboard which stands near his house by the side of tho railroad tracks. The passenger on ihe Burlington, if lie is a lover of' the romantic scenery which abounds in northwestern Kansas, may observe from the car window as the- train from Atchison approaches Fanning station a large sign covering a board one by live foot, nailed to a pole twelve feet high, which reads: : THIS MAN HAS BEEN WUONGED : : BY THE RAILROADS. : When the road was built it suited the convenience of the company, according to a local correspondent, to lay the track within ten feet of the corner of Farmer Stoddard's house. Tne construction gang plowed through his barnyard, removed his hen house and cut a wide swath through a fine young orchard which was the pride of Farmer Stoddard's heart. The agriculturist fixed his damages at a high figure; so high in fact, tim the company compelled him to go into court and take what he -regarded a ridiculous sum, It was not long until the trains were running. When the first excursion steamed out of Atchison tho passengers, when the train reached Farmer Stoddard's place, observed the sign in bol*, black letters, with a background as white as snow. Stoddard had painted the sign himself, and, while it was not executed in the highest, style of the art, it could be distinctly read. Fanner Stoddard has raised a large family of boys and he has taught them to hate corporations. Not less than half a dozen dogs of doubtful breed can always be found on the Stoddard place. The dogs, too, are taught to hate the railroad, and when a train, passes Ihe entire pack runs out and barks at it. The old farmer feels that he is in a measure getting even. Brabemen on freight trains have great sport throwing pieces of coal at the dogs as the train passes. Stoddard figures that he gathers up almost enough coal around his premises to keep one stove running- through the winter months. An Krlilent Mlstnho. "I'm looking for a man named Jones." he said, as the door was opened to him by a woman almost six feet high and weighing nearly 200 pounds. "Cy joncs?" she queried. "Yes. I think that is the man. I'm a white-capper and have come to give him warning." "What's Cy Jones been doing?" "Licking his wife, and he's got to stop it or we'll take him out and switch him." "Did you ever see Cy Jones?" asked the woman as she drew herself up. "Not that I know of." She went back to the sitting-room, was. gone a moment, and when, she returned she was carrying a ainn about four feet ten inches long under her arm. She gave him a twist ana put him on his feet and said; "This is Cy Joncs!" "Your husband?" stammered the white-capper. "The same, and I am Cy Jones' wife!" "Great Scott! There must be a mistake hero, madam!" -"Yes, I think so!" she dryly replied as she tossed the little man in her arms. "Sorry to have disturbed you, ma'am, but you see"— "Yes, I see, and let me help you over the fence." And placing the little man carefully on his feet she picked up the caller and tossed him over the gate and went back to her work in the kitchen.— Exchange, • : Where It In Uot- "Say, if you people think this is hot yon ought to have my job for about a week and then see what you'd have to say," said a tall, thin man to a group oi' perspiring unfortunates who stood on. one of the downtown corners one afternoon during the recent hot spell, "Why, what do you do?" came the feeble query from one of the sweltering ones, almost too overcome to he curious. "I'm an oiler in the engine room ol that big, building. And say, this air out here is a picnic to what we get down there. If you follows think this 00 in the shade is hot or this 100 per cont humidity business is hard to stand, you want to come down where we work eight hours a day with the thermometer making all the time from 110 to 120 degrees and see what it feels like." But he never got any farther, for at the bare mention of 110 degrees the group melted away like the mist before the rising sun, several members being seen a few moments later holding themselves up in front of a soda water fountain with their eyes turned heavenward.—New York Tribune. Bin Wmy. A gentleman was visiting a Scotch Ainatic asylum, where new premises were being added. The inmates were assisting. On seeing one ot the latter wheeling a barrow upside down from the building to the stones, the visitor asked him why he wheeled it in that manner. "Ob," said the lunatic, "that's the best way." The visitor took tte barrow, and, turning it upside down, said: '"This is the proper way.". "That's a,' you ken," said the inmate} "I tried it that way, but they filled f fu' o' bricks." So saying, he t on his usual way. ;„'•

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