AMPARO'S MISTAKE.[Written for the KecortvUntox by Len.]

CHAPTERVITI.The days sped on in pleasant sight-see-

ing and social enjoyment in the lovelycity of Florence. Daily walks over thocity and climbs to tlio classic hights offair Fiesole, city ofthe Etruscans.

Here where warriors once kept guard,Franciscan monks chant thoir vesperhvmns—Fiesole, thoresort ofLorenzo, theMagnificent. Guy and Amparo mingledwith tbeir talks on sentiment, scraps oiclassic lore. Tbe sweetness lessoned tbedry scraps to them. Every bridge thatspanned the Arno had been crossed: notone was a "bridge of sighs" to them, butrather bridges ot fancy, sweet and true.

The Campanile with its wonderful,beautiful sculpture bad been admired, asall the statuary at home inthis rare oldcity. At the church St. Maria Novella,the famous six-century-old picture of theVirgin, by Cimabue, was a favorite olAmparo's. She was never tired ofgazingat the beautiful saintly face. St. LorenzoWith its mosaic, gem-inlaid walls, tbe sa-cred Iris, incoral and carnelian —all thesoworks of ancient art were appreciated byber; always a great reader, her attentivemind remembered foots usually forgot-ten as soon as learnt by girls of her age.

grew daily more in love with her,not only ber beauty, but intelligencefascinated him.

There were a great many balls givenat the various embassies, and, althoughthero were numbers ot beautiful women,Amparo was much admired. Her lovelydisposition was not concealed by theproud, yet patrician, air osnsual to her—a disposition that brought her manywarm Iriends of all nationalities.

Ah, but those days were golden, theArno reflected golden sunshine, even theflower bad a sweeter perfume to thesetwo! The birds' songs re-echoed thelovein tbeir hearts, and the breezes from theblue Arno seemed laden with love mes-sages.

Every day bunches of the delicate lilyofthe valley were left at ber door. Andevery day Amparo bad a lily for hisbouttoniere. A veritable lily of love,"from the llower of his heart," as Guyexpressed it in musical Dalian.

June was spoken of as the month ottheir wedding, and then these two wouldfinish their tour of the < fid World, re-turning via England to New York.

Although quite wealthy, Guy was stillin bnsiness as ono of the Wall-streetbankers and brokers.

While lie was making love bis partnerwas making money. Guy's stock atpresent was exchanging love for lovowith a big percentage never below par.

He cabled to his friend to purchase acertain house on Fifth avenue, and hadwritten bis orders to bave it litted upluxuriantly. Tilden, the famous deco-rator, bad carte blanche to use his owntaste. So he was certain of its being per-fect or as near perfection as money couldmake it.

He had added to bis worldly posses-sions a line schooner-rigged yacht, inwhich he had enjoyed, with his' friends,many pleasant days of unalloyed enjoy-ment on the bounding billows. Theyacht was to be refitted. So numerouscablegrams and letters came to Guj' inthose halcyon days. But be hardly gavethem a thought, so absorbed was he inhis love for bis beautiful fiance. Hewrote his partner to do what he thought

tnd spare no expense, and wouudup his letter by saying, like the man in1 .ye that he was: "You should see her,my heart's queen: to know ber is tolove Inr, and 1 am tbe happiest fellow inall tbis whole glorious world." Boon,mi noue. 'im, the cynical ones might saythat don't believe in love. But then,probably, tbey never were In that beatific

Guy wanted the Senora to live withthem after their marriage, but this shesteadily refused to do, saying, " You willhave each, other. I have my own homeand its past associations, and to leave itfor a new one would only make me un-

: I will visit you after the manner; bers-in-law."

"Mothers-in-law," said Gny, disdain-fully. 'Must as if you resemble the tradi-tional old dragon of so mauy homes. AsAmparo's mother, I shall" always loveyou iext to my own sainted mother."The Senora answered by bending herBweet face and kissing his forehead.

"Only love her, Ouy," she said, "andguard her from all peril as you valueyour soul. Ifaught happens ber in yourcare, or you fail in making her happy,yon would have a jealous mother's \u25a0

Here the door opened and Amparocamo in looking lovely as usual.

< >n Boeing them both talking sho calledout merrily, "Why bow solemn you. the Egyptian Sphinx looks livelycompared to you. Guy, have you your

• an on your mind, or is the thoughtof having me to look after scaring you ?

1 will take it all back, give youlorn. For a Yankee, or a Brit-

aniard, or whatever 1 am, I willbe a slave-holder, especially if you

are a rebel." Guy's answer was to drawher to him, and putting both her armsaround his neck, said slowly, "I adoremy fetters, 1 worship my owner, 1 kissmy chains,'' kissing the pretty arms.

Amparo, blushingly resisting, glancedaroun ! at ber mother, but that lady badwisely retired from the scene.

"Please let me go," pleaded Amparo."Give me two kisses and I will." .-aid

Guy. as he held the pretty rebel.As she .shyly and swiftly complied she

remarked: "I think you really are toodreadfully horrid," piling up her schoolgirl-like adjectives.

"Two more for those names." said Guv,as Amparo retreated to the conservatory.And then ensued a merry chas.-. ti ifinally she was captured and had to pay awilling tine.

Finally, all tbe preparation! completed,tho last pieces of the beautiful trousseausent home. Such dainty mar\ -

makers' skill—robes for each andj occasion, all suiting ber beauty.

The wedding dress of cream lace over\u2666 Team wjtin; the court train trimmed withwater lilies; the corsage bad a girdle of\,t arl an 1 topai in a lily design; her neck-lets of the same gems—apresent from tlie groom.

Tie- bridal vail of Florentine lace wascaught back with two water lilies, or. with their golden hearts of topaz,

a presenl from her mother.June 2d dawned bright and clear. The

numerous friends were to meet at themil del i-'iore. and after the oere-tO return to tlie Fasada Fonda for

the reception and breakfast.The populace had heard of the wedding

and the streets to the cathedral werocrowded. The groom's friends, true totheir word, "to bury him with honors,"had ordered quantities of flowers, sothey literally trod on them as they cu-

be cathedral doors.Marquis del Vasa, ber mother's friend,

gave the bride awaj .monv was very impr.

Amparo'a musical voice was low andclear, and buy's voice bad an echo ofhappiness in every s\ liable uttered.

ra bore up bravely all through»my and till after the rooep-

Dd she felt as ber gaseton noble and marquia, prominent

•y men, diplomats and Emlting honor to her daughter.

& tits were all elegant and valua-trucscan jewelry, dia-- and rare works of art. After tho

reception Amparo camo down in herof purple velvet and

jaunty hat, trimmed with primroses;around her slender throat a primroseyellow scarf of silk, richly embroideredwithpansies; hercloak of purple plush,lined with the yellow silk, how lovelyshe looked as she .lung to her motherund realized for the first time, that shewas leaving her foranother—the motherthat had been all In all tn her. But Guywas calling - i with one cUntfnfflong I rossed the threshold t<>enter tbe carriage. A- it whirledawayshowers of rice ' d likehail, andthe street Arabs flew for the coins whicbGuy showered on them in return for thisblessing.

OHAFTER IX.Elmer Stone having recovered from

\u25a0v fever and feeling still weak, thedoctor bad ordered bim to Genoa forthebenefit of the neft h*-^™. Somo thifH.

weeks before the wedding Judietta had ipersuaded her father, Senor Ferugia, to !call and see him. and tho result was awarm friendship liad sprung up between jthem. Already Judieita's warm hearted \u25a0

friendliness was taking effect, and her !sympathy (for, although she never men-

\u25a0 tioned it, he knew she was aware of his• disappointment) was very sweet to him. j, They hid bim good-by with regret, and

j. as Elmer held Judietta's little band inhis, be noticed tears in the sweet, browneyes. Her tears moved him strangely,, and murmuring, "God bless you, dear,

• • for all your kindness," lie sprang down, the Steps and into the carriage tbat whirled[ jhim away to the train. The Senor,

| turning to bis daughter, and seeing tbo[ hopeless look on ber sweet face, tenderlyl put his hand under tbe drooping chin,; saying, "Cheer up, dearie, we will meet\u0084 our friend soon again. He has promised_ to visit us at our chateau this winter at" Futeoli."

< hiee on board the train for Genoa, bis, mind reverted to tbe old trouble, but,. jstrange to say, the ache in bis heart wasi not quite as bad. Already he was think-

ing of her marriage to Guy as somethingi that would make two of ber best friendss superbly happy. The regret and sin-f cere pity he felt for himself was fast dying, out. And his mind was continually re-\ verting to a pair of tear-dimmed eyes. and a pouting pair ofrosy lips tbat looked( so inconsolable for his loss.

"After all," he murmured to himself,, "Ithink that trip this winter to Futeoli. will be pleasant. Seuor Ferugia is a line

old chap and Judietta a fine little soul, sotender hearted."

\ So leaving bim to these comforting re-flections of tender heartedness, we willreturn to our bride and groom now on

[ their way to Naples.Among the many handsome presents

. to Amparo was a beautiful copy of tbe. Madonna that she had admired so much'. in the cathedral. This was, as tlie card

, said, from her well wisher and old friend,Elmer Stone. Amparo valued it very

» highly, for ber genuine regard for him\ was hightened by tbe pains she knew she, bad caused bim.

5 How Guy and Amparo were enjoying, their trip. First, tbey went to Naples,. only a ten hours' journey from Rome;across tbe Campagna, their way through

P native oak forests, by river banks,[ through the fertile Apennine Valleys. tbat bad donned fresh green robes for

summer, until, from the mountains-r bound coast, tbey reached tiie far-famed

Bay of Naples, its blue waters with never_ a ripple tbat calm June day now near itsI close, tho sun's crimson glory reflected. in light lleecy clouds.

1 Cradled near the suni The gleam of crimson tinged their braided

mows,6 Tranquil their spirits seemed as floating slow,

E'en in their very motion there was rest."; And as night came o'er the hills tbe[ mighty Vesuvius hurled flames audcurl--1 ling smoke up to the stars, while down

its seamed-sides the red hot lava flowed• behind it a fiery track showing its course.

As Guy and Amparo watched the aw--1 ful weird sight from their hotel balcony,

Guy quoted lines from the Greek poetsdescriptive of just such a scene.

Altera pleasant week they journeyedon to Switzerland up the Valley of thoRhone."Nov. where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft

his way."

Tho frowning mountain's brow, the, eternal glaciers, forests, lakes, rivers and

picturesque scenery, through which tbeypassed, was much enjoyed by tbem.

' Near the beautiful Lake of Genoa tbey' rested. When the harvest moon came, tbey were still there loth to leave. Even-' j ings they rowed on the lake, and misty[ cool mornings tbey usually went fishing.1 ; Here Guj- met some American friends,

and how proud be felt as he introduced• his beautiful wife, and she became a greatfavorite in their gay company, but al-ways bor choice was to be with Guy on a; quiet ramble to some trout stream;* find-ing a mossy seat, Amparo Avould sit

; down and read, in bor musical voice,' some choice poems. Guy, stretched full

length on tbe bank, would make a pre-' tense of fishing, but usually the line

dangled unattended, while bis handsome' eyes wandered to tiie sweet face of bis

bride—his alone. Then he would reachover and take her warm responsive. band, just to assure himself of the bliss-ful fact: Amparo would raise her lovely-love lit eyes to bis, and say, saucily,"Fish on, my son; fish don'tlike spoonbait," but, nevertheless, her eyes would

' respond lovingly to bis unspoken cares-see and the reading would be resumed. with just the faintest echo of added hap-piness in the sweetest tones.

In September their mother joined tbem; ar.d tiny continued their trip by sea and. land tillDecember, and tbat month found

j tbem on the Bteamer from Calais to Do-ver en route to London.

The Senora bad caught a severe coldand was threatened with a long illness.j Here, Dr. Herbert, a very skillful physi-cian, was called in. He gave tbem nohope of her complete recovery. .Shemight rally for a short time, but if there '•! was anything to do, or business to settle, jit must be done at once. Although nearlyprostrated with grief, Amparo would!never give up hopes. Guy and she took jturns, with a competent nurse, but the 'anxious days and weary nights passed

I towards the end. One day feeling a little jbrighter she called them both to ber bed- j

: with failing breath she told them ofher wish to rest in death beside her hus-band, in the old British town. Thentaking tbeir hands she murmured:"4 luy, be good to her. Amparo loved me.The good God willwatch over you, and Iwill be near you and love you just tbesamo. Kiss me, darling. Good-by."

Tho breath came fainter, and the lastword beard was, "Jesus, mercy." The

et face, turned on thepillow, with thedark fringed eyes shut forever to tbe

• cities of the world and life, and thejealous heart was at rest. With one heart-rending cry of "mother," Amparo fellin a dead faint, Guy clasping her to his !

rt, with streaming eyes, hastily left 'the room, and kind hands performed thelast sad otlice for the dead.

Her business, all methodically arranged,, she left everything to Amparo and a fewvaluable bequests to her friends.

After the funeral Guy took Amparo to jBrighton, thinking the soa breeze and !chango would do her good. Very sad,but lovely, she looked in her deep mourn-ing, her beautiful eyes only brighteningwhen Guy was with her.

By degrees be got ber away from sad |thoughts to take an interest in their gaysurroundings.

CHAPTER X.A long, loving letter from Judietta, full

of love and sympathy, telling also of herengagement to Mr. Stone, who was visit-ing them at their chateau nt Futeoli. say-ing bow happy she was, and hoped showould mako Elmor happy, etc. ThisI.-iter cheered Amparo, for she dearlyloved J udietta, and was fond of Elmer iva sisterly way.

(my raid bo just knew it would turnout that way. It did not surprise him atall, but said : "Elmer could never be asperfectly happy iv this life as ho was."When Amparo asked, with lifted eye-brows in astonishment, "Why?" he said"he has not you." To which pretty re-ply Amparo answered, by a kiss underhis ear, Ouy remonstrating that that wasno piaco to kiss people, and, grumbliug,asked for another, please, nearer hismouth.

But she declared that she bad no timofor kissing as they were both due for a

1 sail in Sir Warren Kingsloy's beautifulyacht, the "Deep Diver" (from a habitshe bad of burying li3r prow lathe sea jloam). No one but themselves would bo jthere. Sir Warren admired Amparo Ivery much, and knew of her recent bo- jreavement.

As they walked down to Brightonpier t icy attracted a great deal of atten-tion, Sir Harry Thiaelwaite remarking, 'with bis languid drawl: "I.a jove! ain't'she a beauty.' More sunlight, less gloom, iwould bring out her colors. 'Fon mysoul 1 never saw such eyes in a woman'shead. Bottomless pools and midnightdepths don't half describe them. Does it,I'asliword?" addressing a Captain in berMajesty's Thirty-first Regiment, stand-ing near; also gazing at Amparo as shewalked with ber light, swinging, grace-ful step, and tiie proud patrician gracousual to ber. Just then the Dnko ofBrand burg raised his hat tO them, andThiaelwaite said to the Captain :

"Yes, sir; they are in our sot. Let usbe Introduced to-night and sun ourselvesin ber beauty, even if she is like that oldproverb of mine. 'Not to bo tasted,touched or handled.' "

Dashword saying, languidly: "Ah!! what's the use of tagging a married beau-ty to get one's self in a beastly hole for

j nothing. Tbat handsome American kus-j band of hers don't look as if he wouldstand poaching on his preserve. Hi

j there! Beresford," he called out to ayoung Lieutenant; and, as he came up,

! Dashword asked, "Havo you seen thoSpanish beauty? What is site like? Doesshe talk as well as she walks?"

"She came, saw and conquered," quo-I ted Beresford. "Yes, she is as intellect-ual and clever a woman as ever I met,

j and the sweetest manners. She is headand shoulders above all tbe ladies here in

I that respect."; "Treason, treason," said Thiselwaite."Mydear fellow you will be sent up for

(nine dollars, or ninety days, and go be-yond a recall, if you* promulgate suchideas about a foreigner with not even ahint of the British blue in her veins.Your heart is running away with yourhead. Better put an ice plaster on.Well, ta, la, I must leave; the musterroll is being called."

And he walked lightly away, his eyesstill following the course ol the yacht asshe bore away with ber white wings tho

! lady whose beauty provoked the discus-I sion.

One day in tbo Cafe Royal a number ofpeoplo were discussing criminals, andparticularly the last lot ot convictsshipped, Colonel James de Forest re-marking, in his clear mellow voice:"Jim Arnold and No. 2 were tho smart-est criminals we bave had here. Tbeyescaped from tho jail in New York andleft no trace, no clue."

"Vanished into space or dissolved,"said Thiaelwaite. "Deuced peculiar Icall it, with such a fine detective force astbey have over tbe pond."

"Itweally mixes my bwain to think ofit. Ah, Mrs. Winthrop," turning to her,"did you ever hear ofthe case?"

"No," said Amparo, politely, trying toevince an interest she did not feel.

"No, ah! That is strange," said This-elwaite, glad of any subject to detainthe beautiful woman ami the finest oneho bad ever met "by jove." "You seehe was called No. 2 becauso be wouldnever givo bis real name. Up for mur-der and embezzling. He was good-look-ing, and seemed quite a gentleman. Sothe fellows said tbat seen bim?"

"Bid I understand you to say be badnever been beard of since bis escape?"said Amuaro.

"Dropped out of existence. If earth-quakes were prevalent there I. shouldthink he had been swallowed," contin-ued Thiselwaite. "English bankers werointerested in the money part .of it—sothat is why Aye are all anxious over it.But I am boring you with this," be re-marked, as Amparo rose to leave the ta-ble, both rising to open the door for her.

As they both sat down to finish theirmeal, Colonel James remarked :

"Winthrop's lucky star was in tho ze-nith when he met that lovely woman.Her magnificent eyes do me up brown, Iconfess."

CHAPTER XI.The day on which this conversation

took place was on Thursday, and Guy-bad gone down to Nortli Brighton fishingwith some military friends.

Amparo returned to ber suite of roomsrather listlessly to think of her dear deadmother. She had felt depressed sinceGuy had left, not feeling like minglingwith the gay crowd, although they al-ways welcomed her as au addition totheir society. Her maid had also goneout, and so Amparo was alone withher thoughts. She paced to and fro, andfinallypassing through the dressing-roomto her own bedroom, with a girlish fondimpulsiveness, she pressed her tear-

jstained cheek to Ouy's dressing gown asit hung near tbe door. Anything belong-ing to bim, dear as be was to her, was acomfort in her loneliness. Carelesslyglancing at bis writing table she noticeda cablegram partially twisted up lyingon the table. Thinking it was oue latelyreceived in regard to their return, sheunfolded it from the twist Ouy bad givenit ready to light a cigar with, and thesewords met her eye : "No. 2. Can't meet.Dangerous.—Jim."

With tbe criminal story fresh in hermind, Amparo's agonized thought was,wbat has Ouy to do with No. 2! Thenreading the message over again, with alow moan, she sank to the floor in a deadfaint.

After awhile she came to herself, feelingweak and dizzy. Recalling the messageto her mind, the idea possessed ber thatGuy. her beloved, was ono and tbo sameperson as No. 2.

"Mother! mother!" she moaned, "whatwill I do, what will Ido?"

Then her native pride asserting itselfshe sprang to her feet and paced tbe floor,wringing her hands, and saying, inquick, short gasps: "A murderer's wife!a criminal's wife! Oh, heaven it cannotbe." Then sobbing afresh her agonywas intense, ber whole nervous systemso wrought up with her mother's last

i illness and death, she was completely un-istrung.I "They said it was Jim, his friend, with!him, and this message is signed Jim,"jshe continued. "But it will never do forbim to come and find me. Iwill leavejhim. What right had he to dccc;

• thought be was so noble, so good. I must| not give way. I must nerve myself tosurrender love, hope, happiness. Ob,

IGuy! why did you not tell me?" sho[sobbed. Then hastily catching herjclothes, jewelry and money she went tothe oifice and ordered a cab to reach the 6o'clock express to London, telling theproprietor she had news of the illness ofrelatives in Scotland, sho hurried into thocab, and in less than hour she was on berway to London. Arriving there at >'> sheengage! a steamer passage to Queens-town, Ireland. "Anywhere, anywhere!"she murmured, "away from shame, dis-grace, infamy."

Safely on board tho steamer she gaveway, without restraint, to her feelings,till the stewardess, a kindly soul,brought the ship's doctor to her state-room, and he cave her a composingdraught. She forgot all her sorrow in ablessed sleep—nature's sweet restorer.

ln the meantime Ouy Winthrop re-turned from his sail. He bounded upstairs, two steps at a time. Once insidetho rooms he called out, "Amparo! Am-paro! darling, where are you?" But noone sprang to him, no musical voice re-sponded as of yore. No answer, but ablank, cheerless silence. Crossing to thodressing-room, fearing, ho knew notwhat, he found ber luggage gone. Thenrushing to the ofiice be tried lo ask, col-lectedly as be could : "What time did myWife leave?" thinking in his unselfishlove for her to save remark.

"Two-thirty train, sir. Called to dyingrelatives in Scotland, Ibelievo."

"Friends in Scotland," said Ouy. Thenseeing the man's astonished questioninglook, be said: "Ob! I forgot to read m vnote sho left." And be returned to hisroom, but no sign, no token of bis lovedone—no more than if she had vanishedinto thin air.

Hastily packing a valise be took thomidnight train to London. But, as weknow, she had left somo hours before.

He advertised, in a guarded way, butshe gave no sign. Frenzied with grief hotraveled to Scotland, although he neverremembered her speaking of relativesthere. But it was useless—his quest wasa vain ono.

He never thought, for an instant, shohad left him of her own free will.

He sometimes thought that evil had bo-fallen her, and tbat she had been led awayunder ftilso pretense; but then ho knewber well enough to believo in that caseshe would have left some message. Hecabled to bis partner the brief message,"Ihave lost my wife." Mr. Tbornleighat once came to tbo conclusion that shebad died, and he wrote a long letter fullof sympathy and condolence.

Gray, in his trouble, never thought tocontradict it. Too beart-brokeu to re-turn to New York, he made arrange-ments to travel, taking with bim a gooddetective, thinking thero was much morechance of finding her than by unaided

The detective asked him once if he hadever had words with his wife? "Wasthen \u25a0 qtuurzel, if ever so trivial?" re-marking, "women are your kittlekattle,anyhow; never know when you havo'em: now you got, now you ain't," h esaid, wisely, shaking his head that hadgrown gray in the secret service.

"iiut"—and here he looked at a portraitof Amparo's that Guy had kept—"shedon't look liko that sort."

Gay's heart was too heavy to oven re-sent tho words "that sort."

And the days, weeks and months went!by till nearly a year bad gone.

No one would have recognized in the Isad-faced man the onco debonair hand- jsome Guy Winthrop; his best friends !never would recognise bim.

He was a complete wreck in looks, and jalways the sad expression in the dark- |blue eyes, that, in those old days, nevergleamed save in happiness or love.

"Love is ho merciless, love is so cruel."The poet holds the whole universe in bisvisions. Ho sees pictures of beauty inthe storm-lashed waves of old Ocean; inthe sigh of zephyr as she kisses softly thodew-laden flowers; he sees beauty in rad-

j iant moon or silver stars; but, in thetwinkling of an eye, love comes and thereis no melody, no beauty anyw here in alltbe world save in human voice, one hu-man face; no heaven save in one heart; iftbat one face turns from bim darknessand desolation is upon the earth andhope lies dead at bis feet Ah! this mad,fond faith, what a mockery of life it iswhen onco lost.

And Quy*s whole life was ruined, lost.It seemed never to be regained.

The hope that springs eternal in thehuman breast was well nigh extin-guished. Tbe flame of hope was dyingout, a flickering spark remained. Thatgone, eternal darkness for tbis life.

It was a sad lot for so young a man.

CHAPTER XII.We left Amparo en route to Ireland and

in tbe ship's doctor's care. On that voy-age brain fever had developed, and onlanding at Queenstown tho doctor badher removed to a private hospital, whereshe had the best ot caro and good nursing,and now she was convalescent.

The good doctor called to sco her everytrip. On bis last visit sho was wellenough to leave tho room.

He had asked ber if be could do any-thing more for her. He was entirely atmadam's service. He always called hermadam. Although noticing her youth, bealso noticed the broad gold band on tbethird linger, and in her delirium she oftencalled Guy's name, couplod with thewords, my husband. Now she had keptthe title of Mrs., but had changed theWinthrop to Bruniidi, a family name onher mother's side. She asked the doctorto engage rooms for bor in a pleasant partof tho city, and also a nice Irish girl, forshe was too nervous to be left alone. Sohero we find her and Norah quite athomo. Amparo's beautiful face with asad expression, her eyes as handsome,but with a grief-haunted expression; herpretty round girlish form was attenuatedfrom her long illness, and she looked likoa world-weary woman of 29 instead of 19.

She tried not to think of that too happypast, believing herself grossly deceived.Sho would not allow herself to think oftbe bright side —tbe shame and infamyhauuted her. Yet underneath tbe pridoand horror ofdisgrace was still the warmlove for the lover and husband she hadleft without a chance of explanation.

Her pretty robes and jewels she put onone side, and wore either long blackrobes or dark blue. Her graceful, yetproud carriage, that mado her young, asshe was tho cynosure of all eyes, waschanged, and the lovely head "droopedlike a broken lily.

At night when Norah was sleepingsoundly in the cot near her, Amparowould bury ber face in the pillows andcry her very heart away, aud the burdenof her cry was : "Ob! mother, mother, ifyou knew this how unhappy you wouldbe; but thank Ood, yon don't." Or itwould be: "Oh! Guy, my darling, whydid you not tell me? I might havehelped j-ou; but I could not marry youwith sucb a stain on your name."

After weeks of mental torture shobraced herself by a strong will to lookher loveless future in the face. No break-ing ofold ties, but only eternal separationfrom tbe husband she believed so guilts',yet still loved, although she rebukedherself severely for it and called in allher old family pride to sustain her.

Sho thought now sho would choosesome life-workthat demanded time andattention. Her faithful friend, tbe doc-tor, knew she was unhappy, but she badonly told him a portion" of her history,and told him her trouble would not endthis side of the grave.

He interested her in tho "women's suf-frage movement" now , assuming vastproportions in all parts of the world.With her education and adaptation shewa- soon a recognized leader.

As time somewhat lessened her life'sdark shadow, her youth and naturalbrightness reasserted themselves. Muchimnroved in spirits she gavo valuable as-sistance to tbe good work with her tal-ents and money.

Her sweet smile of encouragement todisheartened, work-weary women, andher redoubled efforts to make life fortbem something more than householddrudgery; only in tbo solitude of berhome did she wear the sad expressionleft by ber trouble.

Years passed, and Guy's partner dying,Guy returned to New York. Deeply in- |terested iv business he gave no thought jto other loves. Women had no^barmfor him. His heart was true to his loved Ilost one. His golden hair had more thaua sprinkling of gray, and he had aged tenyears. He was making money very fast,but what use was it to him. Moneybrought no happiness, no heart's ease forhim.

He had entered tho arena of politics,and was elected Senator for New York.He worked bard and faithfully for theRepublican party, and spent the greaterpart of the Winter in Washington.

in this year, 1888, the Woman's Inter-national Convention was to meet atWashington, and tbe topics to be dis-cussed wore education, philanthropy andtemperance. In fact, "emancipation ofthe poor, down-trodden, husband-abusedwoman," as a local paper put it.

All Washington was on tho gui vive astbe various delegates arrived —Red CrossSociety, Sorosis Club, Mormon Woman,and representatives from all parts of theworld.

1A en far-off India, and the streets intbis magnificent city of distances, or"vice versa," wero filledwith a throng ofeager-excited, talkative little and big la-dies; ladies that looked as if the word(blue hosiery) was printed on them; la-dies dressy and tonguey; women tall andbrainy; and amongst tbe delegates cameAmparo, tall, distinguished and lovely.

The Opera House was crowded with acurious throng, all eager to hear the oet-ter half's idea of the question, "To voto ornot to vote; to drink or not to drink;" orto hear the speeches on rights that worenow all wrongs.

Sunday it commenced with a religiousservice; the officiating clericussos wereladies —"pulpit pets" some one calledthem. Monday night the Opera Housewas filled. The Senators turned out infull force. They had all been asked tocountenance tbo movement, and thoyturned out to a man.

As the ladies came on the stage to speakopera glasses were leveled at them, andit was under fire of a battery of eyestbey "remarked their remarks." %

Amparo was dressed in a purple silk vel-vet that !ell in long, graceful folds from herwaist and showed, to advantago, everyline of her graceful figure. Her beautifulhair had one diamond star that sparkledin its raven coils.

Her gestures wero very graceful andhor musical voice attracted all tho vastaudience.

Guy Winthrop's attention was drawnby tho well-remembered voice, and hotremblingly put up the opera glasses,and, recognizing hor, he sank back on theseat with great beads of perspiration onhis forehead. Great heavens! it was her—his long lost wifo.

Amparo's eyes, in tho midst of herspeech, met his, and unable to utter an-other word sho fellfull length on the stagein a deep swoon.

Her friends, unconscious of the cause,bore her away to the dressing-room.Guy, seeing her fall, pushed his waythrough the crowd and sought admissionat tho side door, saying he was the hus-band of the fainting lady.

The ushers and physician quickly madoway for him.

lie knelt beside Amparo chafing thecold little hands and cheeks.

She came too with a long drawn, shiv-ering sigh, and finding herself in Guv'sarms she put out her hands as if to wardoil" a threatening danger.

Guy, not understanding the repulse,only held her closer, kissing her face re-peatedly. Her friends, seeing her safe,returned to the Btage, and Amparo, gain-ing strength, sprang away from Guy'sdetaining arms, and drawing her proudhead up haughtily, said;

"What do you meaYi, criminal, mur-derer—how dare you, how dare you?"

And then overcome with conflictingemotions sho sank back exhausted. Ouy,strong in bis innocence and love, list-

| ened bewildered. Then, as> she contin-ued, he drew himself up and asked her

Ito explain what sho meant.So she told him between choking sobs.

Guy heard her to the end, and then in re-proachful tones said:

"Amparo, you—you my best beloved,heart of my heart, thought this of me,doubted me, thought mo a murderer, anassociate of evil companions, a thief? iWell, with those thoughts in your mindI had better not disabuse you. Adios."

At the sweet old familiar word Amparofell at bis feet, clasping her bands in pit-eous entreaty for forgiveness, Baying:

"ob! Guy! I wronged you bitterly.Forgive me, forgive my unjust suspicionsfor my dear sainted mother's sake."

Then Guy's old love for her conqueredbis wounded feelings. Raising ncr heclasped her to him, saying:

"Beforo God and your dead mother,Amparo, Iam innocent of your charges;but I forgive you as I hope to be for-

I given. Now, darling," ho said, whenI she bad become calmer, "I will tell youabout that cablegram. I had a schooner-rigged yacht; Ialso had a license for theCaptain to carry pilots to incoming ships.All those boats carrying pilots bavenumbers on the sails. My number wastwo. I had sent word to my sailing mas-ter to meet our steamer, the one we wereto come over iv, Jim Tbornleigh, mypartner, sent mo that cablegram. Theyacht had been in ono severe gale; the

; weather was still stormy, and he cabled,! 'No. 2 can't meet. f>angerous.— Jim.'

He kuew I would understand it. How; littlehe thought my own wife wonld putsuch a miaoon&lructlon on it, or what ag-ony that simple niossago would make moundergo for years."

During this recital Amparo clung toI him in an agony of shame and repent-ance, pleading for forgiveness for hislove's sake.

So ho, loving ber, forgave her freely,fully. Her friends, coming in at thoclose of tho meeting, wero surprised onbeing introduced to her husband. Shoexplained it to her intimato friends, andseoing her radiant, happy face, not onodoubted tbat now it was well with ber,and ber woman's right to lovo and beloved was voted without dissent.

Her speech that night was not finished.Tbe next night, however, she gave aneloquent, thrilling one, tbat touched allhearts. Then she gave up her positionat tho convention and went to Now Yorkwith her husband.

So wo will leave them "With long Iyears of lovo that go beyond this life,their days all peace and joy. with sweethopes rife."

[the exd.l

About Gossiping.Of all the mean kinds of business gos-

siping is the most contemptible.And yet there aro thousands of people

to whom it is tiie bread and butter andcheese of life, not to say the plum sauce.

Ifthey could not gossip they would die,and wo most sincerely wish they couldnot gossip. Well, we do.

They are continually on the lookout forsomething to talk about. No cat at a rat-holo ever was more thoroughly alert thanthey. Their noses are in asnifi'ablecondi-tion all tbe time, their ears are ajar, theireyes are "peeled," and tbeir feelers areput out like those of the devil fish. !fthere is anything going on they mean toget hold of it! They aro keen on thescent of a slander as bloodhounds used tobe after runaways.

They pass their time in peeping throughclosed blinds and crevices of fence, andaccommodating keyholes, and tbey walkon tiptoe when thoy paas their neighbors'houses, because tbey are in hopes thatthero may be something going on in theback yards or tbe cellars which is worthknowing about.

In a locality where a regularly educatedgossip resides we defy anybody to breaka plate, or tear a dish towel so secretlyand mysteriously that the gossip willnotdiscover it.

Everybody conies in for a share oftheirtongue exercise. First, the minister andhis wife, then the richest family iv town,and so on down to Biddy Maianey, whogoes out washing at a dollar a day/

The spirit of detraction is rampant inthe breast of the gossip. Nothing is justas it should be. Nobody is near right inanything. Everything is weighed in thebalance and found wanting.

Ifever one ofthese disagreeable peoplegets to heaven (which we doubt) he willfind fault with the jasper wails and turnup his nose at things generally, and con-fidentially inform Mrs. A. or Mrs. B. thatit isn't half as nice as it might be! and healways knew it wouldn't be!

Tbe worst of it is, there is no protectionagainst this nuisance of society. No mat-ter how high or how low you may bo, thetongue ofthe gossip willcut through yourallairs and make mince-meat of tnem,and pick them apart, and serve them upanew fox the delectation of thepublic, andyou cannot help yourself.

For there is no law against gossiping.If a man steals two cents from your

mouey drawer, or appropriates from yourhen-roost a pullet for his Sunday dinner,you can try him by tbo laws of* the landaud punish him therefor. But ifanybodysays that "sho heard Mrs. Brown saj- thatMrs. Smith said that sister Susan's daugh-ter Annie's husband said that it was thetown talk that you were too intimato withyoung Stebbins, and you a marriedwoman!" what are you going to do aboutit? What indeed?— .Selected.

In Amsterdam now it is the fashion toannounce a broken engagement of mar-riage. Ifthis idea should bo importedamong our own "society" it would beinteresting to preserve the records. AnAmerican girl does not tako life so se-riously as a Dutch maiden, and wbatwould bo a life event to the latter ismerely another scalp for her belt to theformer, and there is no Monterey or LakeTaboo in Holland either.

WHERE NERO BEGAN TO DIG.

Tho Corinth Canal Soon to be Openedto Commerce.

The bridging ot the Hellespont is nnevent still of the uncertain fhtnre, writesan Athens correspondent of the ffewYork Tribune. Ihe French companystands ready to begin the work at once,having rho plans ready and th.> money inhand. Bat willthe .Sublime Porte granta charter? Thero is the rub. The proba-bility is that permission to build willnotbe granted, and thai not until Mr. Glad-stone's famous "1 ag and baggage" policyis an accomplished fact will this hugesingle iron span connect the shores oncelinked by Xerxes' bridge of boats. Inorder to secure a concession for the mosttrumpery pieco of modern engineeringfrom the Sultans, companies have pressedinto the service of tin ir ambition all thewiles and maneuvers of diplomacy, allthe devices of corruption, all the re-sources ofeloquence, expostulation andsanguine prophecy, and have often em-ployed even these methods in vain. Thatpermission will be given for a work thatmight be of great political and militaryImportance to the foes of Islam is scarcelyto be expected.

But another work of modern enterprisein an equally historic place is beingrapidly pushed to completion. That isthe Corinth Canal, which will sever thePeloponessus from the mainland ofGreece, and will permit the largest shipsto pass directly from the Gulf of Athensto the Gulf of Corinth, and lot the com-merce of tho vKgcan, the Euxincand thoDanube reach western Europe withoutthe trying-voyage about Cape Matapan.Now, all the vessels trading between theMediterranean por;; of rrance. Spain,Italy and Austria, and the ports oft 11'Turkey, Asia Minor, the Black Sea, andthe lower Danube are obliged to roundCape Matapan, thus going out of theircourse, first 20° south and then 24° northagain. By making the canal throughtho Isthmus of Corinth the route forgoods from Adriatic porta will be re-duce!' by 185 nautical miles, and from theMediterranean by ninety-five miles. Thocanal intersects the Isthmus of Corinthin a straight line at its narrowest part, itstotal length being about four miles, andit follows exactly tin. line of Nero'sproject, joining the Gulf of Corinth withthe Gulf of Athens.

Tho work was begun some eighl ;ago, and, of course, bya French com-pany, it was to have been finished Iniv-C, but various troubles delayed it, andnow 18!!.. {9 named as the earliest date onwhich it can be opened for trathe. Ac-cording to tho original estimate, the totalexcavation was to be 12,865,000 cubicyards, including about 2,400,000 cubicyards for slips ta- eventual enlargements.The nature of tiie strata bad, however,nof been sufficiently investigated, the ce-

-1 being volcanic When the cuttingsreached aome depth, a luge number offaults were encountered, and a consid-erable disturbance of tlie layers ofdo-

-il of the tertiary strata was revealed.rhe maximum depth of cutting to tiiebottom of the canal Is 2843 feet, and themean depth lor a length of two and one-half miles is 1!*0 feel. With this meandepth the amount of actual excavationwill probably not exceed one and a half |times the quantity originally estimated.Ithas been found necessary to protectthe sides of the canal with masonry inhydraulic lime or cement mortar for ahitfht of twenty-three feet along a lengthoffrom two and one-quarter to two andthree-fifths miles, to preserve them fromerosion: to form a bench not less thanlive feet wide on each side of tho canal jsix and a half feet above sea le\ el, to en-able the walling to be carried out, and toease the slopes at oertain parts ofthe cut-ting to insure their stability. The en-jgineer estimated that this necessitated I2,355,000 cubic yards of additional excava-tion, and an increase in cost oi $2,000,000.

This canal has, of course, no locks, butis level from end to end, and perfectlystraight; so that one will be able to seefrom one end to the other. It is to be 96feet wide and 88 feet deep. At tlie Corinthend it is crossed by a railroad bridge I<J4feet high, under which tho tallest shipsmay pass without lowering their top-masts. With the exception of about 200yards in the center, the channel has al-ready beeu excavated almost down to sealevel, and water has been admitted forabout halt a mile at the Corinth end, andhalfthat distance at the other. The totalcost ofthe canal is reckoned at $14,000,000,or about $3,500,000 a mile. Whether itwillpay fair profits on such enormouscost is a problem. It is assumed that Iabout 300 vessels from Trieste and Fiume, !and as many from Italian ports, will pussthrough the canal annually, while it is !calculated that 730 Greek ships will u-ethe canal. This would give a total of j1,230 vessels annually, of an average ton- jnago of l.'iOO each. Itis proposed to levy Ia toll of20 cents per ton on vessels com- <ing from the Adriatic, and 10 cents on allother vessels, besides 20 cents lor every jpassenger. This is estimated to yield an Iannual revenue of $300,000, which willnot allow a very generous dividend to thebondholders. The working expenses,however, willnot be great. The ofkeeping it clear will bo uext to nothing,as neither drifting Baud, falling earth norsilting up at the extremities is to befeared. In order to disturb the surface ofthe water as little as possible during thepassage of vessels, it is proposed to em-ploy stationary cable haulage. By thismethod of transit also vessels will bokept fairly in the middle of tho canal,and its sides will belittle liable to dam-age. A now town, Ishmia, has beenfounded at the eastern end of the canal,and another, Posidonia, at the western.

DELIGHT OF HIS SOUL.As for the peoplo, 1 am, aud always

shall be, of good St. Francis Xavief'sfeeling: "This nation is the delight olmy soul!" Never have I passed (laysmore happy, tranquil or restorative thanamong Japanese, of all classes, in thecities, towns and villages of Japan.Possibly that is because I have had nobusiness relations with my kind andpleasant Niponese iriends, and havenever talked very much metaphysics;but it seems certainly an easy way tokeep ou the rigiit side of folks, to let

jphilosophy and theology alone. More-over, it is, no doubt, necessary for suchexperiences to go a little behind that sortof Japan which you Unci on tho Hatobasof Yokohama or Kobe: in the Yoshi-waras of those and the other open ports.At very little distance from the surface,which we civilizing Westerners have doneour best to spoil, will be still discoveredthe old, changeless, high-tempered gener-ous.simple and sweet-mannered, Japan ofold. I frankly confess it has entirelycharmed me; and therefore what Isay ofthis Jaj>anese nation, and their mannersand customs, must be received with theproper caution attaching to the languageofa friend, and even a lover. But whereelse in the world does thero exist such aconspiracy to bo agreeable; such a wide-spread compact to render the difficultaffairs of life as smooth, as graceful ascircumstances admit; such fairdecrees offine behavior fixed and accepted for all;such universal restraint of the coarserimpulses of speech and act: such prettypicturcsqueness of daily existence; suchlively love ofnature as the embellisher ofthat existence; such sincere delight inbeautiful artistic things; such frank en-joyment of the enjoyable; such tender-ness to little children;* such reverence forparents and old persons; such widespreadrefinement of taste and habits; suchcourtesy to strangers; such willingness toplease and to be pleased.— iScribner'sMaaazine.

SACKAALENTO PAILY RECORD-trSTIOyr, SATURDAY, MAY 23, 1891.—EIGHT PAGES.7

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by driven by the undersigned, OEOBOE K.BRoNNER,admlnlBtratoroftbeeBtateof PeterBoaaa, debased, tothecredltoraofandall ixt-sons bavlng dalma :i_i;»iust tbe aald deceased,toexniMt tii<-in. with the aeceasary voncbers,withiu lour months after the first publicationof this notice, to the sulci Oeorge P. Bronner..it ihe olliee of John W. Armstrong, -105 jstreet. Bacramento, tiie same being hiaplace to;- the tr:m.-net ion ofthe business oftliesaid estate In the County of Bacramento, stateofCalifornia.

GEORCK F. HRONNER,Administrator of tlie estate of Peter Rossa.deceased.

Dated at Sacramento, April24, 1891.ap2

ELECTION N< HICE.- SCHOOL TAX.—Notice is hereby given to t:,e qualifiedelectors of FRANKLIN SCHOOL DISTRICTCounty ot Saonunento, State of California!that an election will be held on the 29 ru I) \\OK MAY, A. D. 1891. at which will lie sub-mitted the question of voting a tax to repairtlie public school-house ofsaid school district.Jt wilt be necessary to raise f>r tiiis purpoaatbe sum of $400. The polls will be open attiie Franklin Bcbool-honsefrom sunrise until5 o'clock P.M. AUGUST KLOSS

P. U. HECKLKV.my<K3tS District School Trustee*,