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Vol. XLIX.
GEORGE MUNRO, Puopaneron.
VANDEWATER STREET.
NEW YORK, JANUARY 30, 1892.
Issven Weexiy.—Exreren acconpin) To AcT oF CoNaRzsS IN TRE YEAR 1692, BY Geonck MuNuo, IN Tax OFFICE OF THE LinkaniaN oy Coxcness, Wasminetox, D, C.—Esrenen at Tae Post Orrice at New Yors a Szcoxp Ctass Rares,
{PRICE,
ANNUM, IN ADVANCE.
TWO COLES FOR 8. aoe f
Tue Sone Taat Evyor tHe
. Harrer Suna.
(Bee Mort a’ Arter)
BY B, MONTGOMERIE RANKIXO,
‘Wares bursten bank lets river out
To flood the fields it should have fed,
When sheep dog turns the tlock to
rout,
Are field and flock but ill bested:
‘This is the lay of the good King a
oe tie
eg
Les bétes aur cornes paissent dans
wre!
ee !
i)
it
ih :
ki
It was a king of mickle might,
He ruled his country by the sea,
‘There came a need that one should
His land from Irish yoke to free;
His blood, to ease his people’s pains,
He gure bat from his kinsman's
veins
This is the lay of the brave King
Mark:
Les bétes auz cornes paissent dans
te pare!
Isonde ta reine! Ivonde ta belle!
‘Thou hast scant living to thy dowert
“For wean ‘peal a waking knell,
A prison for thy
bridal bows
And no vat imife to breathe thy
And ny wna night to. toose thy
‘This i the lay of the gallant Mark:
Les bétes aux cornes paissent dans
pare!
Where have ye hidden your knight,
fair folic?
woes bath wended Cornwall's
‘Was Angus’ tax your heaviest yoke?
> Hath Marharat ood dutied every
biad
Shall Tristram’s wrongs’ have no re-
The comely knight of Lyonesse!
This is the lay of the faithful
Mark:
‘Les bétes auz cornes paissentdans
le pare!
+o
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1901, by George, Munro, in the offlee of the Litrarian of
Congress, Washington, D.
RETTY MADCAP DOROTHY; :
HOW SHE WON A LOVER.
A Romance of the Jolliest Girl in the Book Bindery, and a Magnificent Love Story
of the Life of a Beautiful, Willful New York Working Girl.
. Tae Sweetest, Tenpenest Story Ever WRmTTEN by THE Peopxe’s Favyorte,
AURA JEAN LIBBEY, .
Author of * Della’s He Daisy Brooks,” “The Heiress of Cameron Hall.” « Madotin Rivers.”
& Plonie Locke.” = Junie's Love-Test.” © All for Love of a F ee Struggle att Heart,”
ULM Rosedud'e Lovers.’ That Preity) Young url= Muas Middleton's Lover ete.
This story was commenced in No. 122 of Tue New Yous Finustoe Comrasion, Back numbers can be
‘obtained from all newsdealers,
[rm18 stoRY WH, NOT BE PUBLISHED IN BOOK FORM]
~ CHAPTER XL that Ie was your guatdian’s wish, as b
“gHOULD 4 YOUNG MAN WHO 18 EXGAGED TO ONE dying, a aa ‘that the idea was quite a ‘ourpriso to
oI him—to Mr. Kendal, I mean. Is that true?””
yous orn Pa PAY an 10 LIPTLE aesescr a8 70 | OO MT coated Dorothy, thougtlessly enoug!
She would not have ar answered the question in that
eg 785 quite late when the group that was gather-
the drawing-room dispersed that fe ening;
Bae man n the gis found themselves in their
ch they were to share together, n they
sat dow: own a for a ‘comfortable chat ere they r
oo zy" ya think you will like Gray Gables oa
aed of tho girl who asked ti
Soca ho make fove foyou very much?” whisper-
ears, Taying her soft cheek close against the blind
give the question, but, do you kno
ways hada longite’ to know just spat
Doroth; gaged poopie anid
oF » people said to each other and ‘how the:
Iesoems pleasant enough,” returned Tris, with acted whether they grew more affectionate, on
a yawns “ but it's not the, house so much, te the | after the ngagement had been
grand climax of an
ple in the neighborhood. Are there many young } entered into, if—if somebow thes ‘did not act a lit-
bereaboutar” tle cons mustrained toward each o!
rothy laughed 1 it
« Are they very Pie or are they terribly dalle” | ideas of “her now friend. ang egy So doubt al
wished to
Jol
ola
“Well, about as joll Senda laugh
a Ae JO Se ema laughed | gi wis uow that, She bad doue so horselt
4 "Fon do not aniowor me," murmured Miss Vin~
Miss Vincent, “Is | cent. “No t
tokeds point blany in the very next When Dan jusk ing totuow.se Tee Porotiyy
“Well,” said Dorothy, waxing very confiden-
tial, after the | _{ethion of girls, “I'll tell you my
experience; but. mind, it dent say that it i ke
Handsome and poor! That's too baa—thi every other
Sntiermonn, tat he
his Wife, and Just @ Titi constratned ‘pt
Faiwnys ac It fa thie way: that b
not want mo to think im slily and spooDy. tS
at's
fom Miss Vincent, het
ing. ‘But tell me abo
Dorothy, and—atil how be ever happened t wotakes
Yancy toa quiet little mouse like yourself. I have
a inte.
dashit fal ever Since te
10 be
My a
Catt
has grown, oht ever go dignided. ° Wh he hardly
ever says isthe nore about love ie thinks be
has said all there is to say.’ And his caresses ure
Ihe same way just a dive iat constrained, you
know."
Iris Vincent bad learned af, that she cared to
Ne Thank you, dear, ever ea much, for gratifying
my curiosity,” sho suid aloud but Ih her own Beart
abe said:
“T knew it—I knew it! some Harry Ken-
dal does not tove thi cl wth whos they bave
forced him into hal. No wonder he looks
sad and melancholy, rluh'a prospect before bim of
marrying a blind wifet, Ab, uel ts too dreadful
4 fate to even contempla
She looked complacent vin tie mirror at her own
face, Weil might Harry Keodal have remarked
that It was as beautiful as a port's dream,
Nothin been inore exquisitely lovely
than the deep, velvety, violet ese, almost purple in
their glorious aepths, 4, ioe bronze-gold hair,
lov
uch as Titian that fell in heavy
curls to her leader valet
One wi reely meet in & life-time a girl of
such reettoes oo ton joveliness. Ins vs only y twenty,
but already she had broken hearts y the
peared up thelr an sngusehed 1 ious a
for het fatat beauty. But Tre oBly laughed ber
mellow, wicked little se when she heard of it,
the men they meant
Prove Sckle st the Grst 9p
girl crossed their paths.”*
And who could say that there was not some little
i fin this? ~ ine te so bie.
two girl
ny. slept “pes ® aly side. by "ude a ‘night;
ie one rtler tris eyes had closed in slumber,
Dorothy lay awake with obl ‘neh @ heavy load of
“She wisbed sho was ay and brit, Uke Iris, and
ah! what would she have given only to hear
only 10 see once again! tang cho turned her fi
fire she knew the Ingen lay in great sellow
bara on the floor, and sol sho had never
Dihed ines ete Had becave bic, and fell ance
with the tear-drops staining her pale face, a long,
cep sigh trembling over her lips.
Both elels awoke early the next morn
‘When do you bave Breakfast!" oko! its with
a
TART elght o'clock," said Dorothy; “so we need
i
ae
aie fen ie
i
MAN MORE AFFECTIONATE AFTER Fe ‘i
ga-oR-NOT? 1AM JUST DYING 7
DECLARED IRIS.
i a
a
not be in a hn I a about getting up. It can not be
more ‘han six
“Oh, dear! the I shall have to get up at once,”
tied | e fully that long
‘Two hours!” cried Dorothy, amazed, adding:
Why just put on 8 Nobody here ever
pear at the -
foot table. Th
Ys
*°She cottd not cgtch Irs untntaligtbleropty, bat
she noticed that the
the commenced Gkacine at Spee
Soon, Dora oth detocted '@ strange odor of burning
Paper
awh tat is that she cried, in alarm, “Ob, Miss
Vincent, the house
is Meughed Yong ad oad
a e “Fou u delightful, innocent little 1 she cried.
wy
ly ct angs witl
over the gas, ond Tim ‘eying the tougs on Ps
see that they are not too hot.
id not finish the sentence for Dorottiy supplied it
tn her own mind: w friend was desirous of
looking her bes
dest.
as pacing impatiently up and down the
breakfastsroot when they entered.
‘*Good-morning Miss Finoent, good-morning,
Dorothy!” he exclaimed, eagerly: aud Dorothy's
ree | heart gave a quick tart, noting that he called her
ame
And another thing struck Dorothy quite forcibly:
'o her great surprise, he @ motioad that Iris spoke in
ante a diferent tone from what sho did when they
‘wore alone together in thelr own
ier accents were drawling, but now they
were 80 wonderfully swect and musical that Deno.
thy Was struck with wonder. She never knew that
: tae ‘could speak in two different tones of voice
ike 1
At the break fast-table the conversation was bright
and merry though outside therain had commenced
to patter against t
Dorothy felt Strangely ¥ diftident, for ouly a small
Portion of the conversation was directed now and
Harry and Miss ¥ Vinoent sept ep
that there op
word ae
yack riding,
tho had ‘been af Gray Gables, aud obt she loved
it so passionately,
Ta ‘the very hour when they told her that sbe
would for evermore be bli fo atone: blind the ory,
that an I never
her bead
For many a day after Harry ‘would not “even have
the name of Black Beauty montioned in ber beat-
come?
iE nowt,
7
money was disappearing like
mer'a sun.
He be;
the widow,
in anguish:
Thad lived to
ol
Mise cousin Barbara keenly felt the change ip him,
It
sta come sgiy, Ove day, an Jack: ras pacing
restlerely BP, aud down Broadway the
hich he always sought at
renin to sean the
Shey paiecd’ with the lingering hope ta,
that some day,
ground Wi
happened which aim bim
nciB.gld sign on Oneof the comer buildings, which
ad, done service many a year, suddenly {el and
Jack pooe
Pavement,
Jeasio Staples bappened
moment,
‘With a wild, bitter ery she sprung forward, fing-
ing herself upon
as shesaw ish handsome, white face with the
‘of blood uj
Oh Heaven bave pect!
Garner!”
Kindly hands
—only, ss et and terribl
A cab
mother aad to Barbara, It was many and masy a
day ra! Jack let ls couch:
Dorothy disappeared eo sudde
look at the girl with
ir sately Pity Was akin Co love.
they knew her
hover return the girl's lov
yh teed oF ie footsteps, cried out
or wit she would expen
Ji
T feel ouch
he
t herself, and they felt sorry for hen for
wei
ing. And now how strange that he
should bring up the subject in ber
Presence!
_ {1am so sorry it ts raining, Miss
Vincent,” he gald, “for 1 had
Promised myself such a pleasure
for this morning, “1 had intended
askivg you to joi
Over the country.
me
” Tis ts fast the
peason of the
jeur to enjoy the
bra We lve a little horse
we Stable that would delight,
1 If you are any fudge of equine
ame indicates what
aut ide, of
dec ‘and I
alwaye Thouenie a ‘would be tbe
height of my ambition if I could
own a horse."
“That would be a very slight
snibition to gratify,” retorned Hare
ry Kendal, ‘ou may have—”
t anguish in juld hav
melted a heart of stone,
Mrs, Kemp saw the storm ap-
St
Proaching, and said, hastily:
a been thinking of
for my piece, and tf
good gin,
one for Christmas.
Harry looked, bis, thanks to Mrs,
she may get
{LAURA JEAN LIBBEY
Kemp for coming to his rescue so
tinely,
Dorothy lingered after the others
hea at the breakfast-room, aud
eal
ee 7 ie cent and.»
er Sone je up Le oe
ny It pe
CHAPTER xi,
+S aBaveN’s ve ck WILL
Low 4 YOUNO GimL STO FAIF LCS
WITH 4 LOVRWS EAMNEST, ParTE
FUL BEART!”
ei TZ Jove 9 = ries that bad
ever-to~
Steamboat tueident on
assed like @ nightmare to
aie Garner,
; slowly but garely the knowledge
had come to him hat Dorothy, is
Hute sweetheart, bad faded
dream From his lites arid as this be
Taine settled fact ta his nin, his
hole nature scemed to change, |
eat Sf turos antl his old erother
ete feria fo fearing for hi rea- 5
is WI nin °
sum, which be very prud
ed ia the bank.
‘Now, to his mot h Bi
recklosemese lost bin his postion,
ough a
‘snow before a sutn-
ming in late at nights, as well, and.
to God that I ba
wou
see this horsbie cbange take
o
dled ore ere
(0 comforted the poor old: mottier,
t Bix 0 relock each
faces of the working.
ance would
rrible accident
his lif
sooner or later, bis viet
jack, was ki
was the workings of Providence that
along just at that critical
the prostrate body, shrieking out
ve It is Jack—Jack
zaiced bi. No, he was not dead
ip sumo, and, accompanied *
ISyrcke the ead news gently to Jack's
{he accident had
ad been
for fruit to bring to
ity for him,” she would
@ has never, never been the same since
” Aoather woot
eyes, realizing that
wistful
essed Jexsie’s secret long de!
hoy useless—that Jack could