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ence of the brilliant society to which ter of the age. The religious awe of his eloquent theories proved so deadly the Middle Ages, the need of defence,

In this salon Marshal Saxe, the anarchy of feudalism, are preserved slumbering heavily on the prie-dieu, in the crypt of St. Saturnin, and the wins the heart of Maria Leczinska by shape of the Cour Ovale. The graceful the exemplary length of his prayers paganism of Francis I., twining round and confession ; in that, a gay crowd Gothic forms, which have not wholly meets at the table where Madame de lost their meaning or their strength, Pompadour dispenses her wit, her wine, marks the transition from the feudal to and her smiles, and among them is the modern world, from the ages of Voltaire, clad in the blue livery of the faith to the classicism of the Renaisreigning favorite. Here is the room in sance, and, by its exaggeration, often which Madame de Maintenon shivered, betrays the sudden passage from simple and knitted, and read her books of de- ignorance to excessive refinement. In votion, and here is the Council Chamber the reign of Henry IV., the harmony where her answer to the “Qu'en pense between painting, sculpture, and archivotre Solidité ?of Louis XIV. plunged tecture, which reached their perfection Europe into twelve years of war. At under Henry II., has lost its fresliness, the end of this long gallery, the wretched its spontaneity, its simplicity, its ease. Monaldeschi implores for mercy, grovel. The object of artists is novelty ; the ling at the feet of the pitiless Christine decorations have lost their lightness, of Sweden. Through this courtyard, the details are vicious, the general imborne by twenty liveried bearers, moves pression is labored, the instinctive the huge red litter of Cardinal Riche- perfection of taste is exchanged for lieu. Here is the garden, in which imitation. Art, like every other departHenry IV. walks with his hand on the ment of national life, has lost its spirit shoulder of Biron; here is the gallery, in religious and civil discorul. In the with its equestrian statue of the king reign of Louis XIII., art has travelled where the marshal lost by a clumsy yet further from its classic inspiration. answer his best hope of pardon; here Still more marked is the decadence the doorway at which he was arrested, under the Grand Monarque. Size, prohere the pavilion to which he was hur- fusion, pomp, emphasis, display, charried, and which he only left for the acterize the gilding and the stucco, in Bastille and the block. Through this which the achievements are celebrated chamber rings the voice of Coligny as of an all-powerful monarch, who makes he demands toleration for the Protes- the laws of harmony bow to his destants. Here the stout, muddy-complex- potic will, and whose best artistic repioned Catherine de Medicis walks at resentative is Boule. Destruction is nightfall, asking of the stars the time one keynote of the changes made by when vengeance and power shall be Louis XV. ; where his hand is the hers. Here is the doorway through hand of the builder or the decorator, which escapes the Duchesse d'Etampes, the work is wanting in strength, and is fleeing from the revenge of her rival, scarcely more conspicuous for its grace Diane de Poitiers. Here is the chapel and elegance than for its affectation, in which the fur-cloaked courtiers of its whimsical caprice, its un principled St. Louis find themselves unwillingly regularity. With the Empire stricter pledged to leave France and join in the canons of taste and beauty are restored, Crusades.

the juster principles of classic art are And on all these scenes the architec- revived, but at the sacrifice of the trature of the palace is an eloquent com- ditions of the past, and with the loss of mentary. It is like the music which its national inspiration. And, lastly, accompanies and explains the words. the revival of a love of antiquity, the Each change in style and taste illus- reaction against the violence of revotrates the close connection between the lution, the return of older habits of art and the mental or the moral charac- I thought, are displayed in the careful


restorations of the Gothic revival | terminated in a comprehensive crash, which was inaugurated at the Restora- after which Miss Whimper was sur. tion, and was inspired by the Romantic prised to find herself still alive. She movement of the nineteenth century. lay for some time huddled up in a cor

ner, vaguely expecting a renewal of the fearful leaps and jumps that had

just subsided. All being still, it grad. From The Argosy. ually occurred to her that she had better AN ADOPTED CHILD.

get up and see whether her parcels had

sustained any injury. One especially, FROM time immemorial Blankton had that contained a new tea-service, began been a quiet little village, with nothing to give her grave anxiety. This teato distinguish it in any way from hun service was the principal purchase she dreds of similar villages scattered had made during a rare visit to some throughout the length and breadth of friends, and it would have been too England. A rustic cricket match was vexing to lind, after all, that some of an event in the annals of the parish. the pretty blue and gold cups were As a rule, the villagers found that the chipped, or even broken. But Miss annual school treat and harvest homeWhimper had some difficulty in ascersatisfied all their cravings for amuse- taining the fate of her china, for it ment. And then, all in a moment, seemed that the carriage had in some Blankton became famous.

mysterious way altered its shape while When the new line of railway, that she was lying on the floor. The light was to carry civilization into the most now seemed to come from overhead, remote regions, had been planned, it had accompanied from time to time by a skirted contemptuously outside the vil- plentiful shower of broken glass. In lage, not considering it even worthy of vain she looked for the windows, and it a wayside station. Yet after all it was was many minutes before she ascerthrough the instrumentality of the rail- tained that she was lying on one of way that Blankton achieved celebrity. them, and staring up at the other. That summer afternoon was long re- 6. There must have been some sort of membered in the neighborhood, when accident,” she muttered, mechanically what was locally known as the three rearranging her bonnet-strings. “What o'clock express, instead of pressing on a mercy there is no more damage done! as usual to its far-off destination in the And how very fortunate I was travelmetropolis, sudilenly forsook the line, ling alone. Fancy rolling under the and, plunging down the steep embauk- seat at my age! Why I could never ment, came to it standstill in a large have looked any one in the face again field of standing oats. This deviation if I had been seen.” from the ordinary routine at

When the poor lady had laboriously brought death and desolation to at least freed herself from the heap of cushions a dozen homes.

and packages that had accumulated Amidst the hideous sights and sounds around her, she deliberately took out inseparable from a railway accident, her handkerchief, tied it to the handle one passenger remained comparatively of her umbrella, and standing on tip-toe calm. Miss Whimper was in the act of contrived to wave the little white pencollecting her numerous parcels pre- non through the broken window above. paratory to getting out at the next sta- Not that she was impatient. Other tion, when a series of irresistible jerks people she knew might have been indashed her on the floor of the carriage, convenienced by the strange vagaries where she lay partially stunned while of the engine. Probably the guard was the engine ploughed such a furrow into at present busy explaining to the other the yielding eartlı, that many a barvest passengers what had happened, and was gathered in before the ominous helping them to collect their loose par. dent was altogether effaced. The jerks Icels. Very possibly some of the other



ladies had been frightened at first, as “Find my way. indeed !” replied she had been, until it turned out that Miss Whimper, opening her eyes with after all there was very little harm a start. “Well, considering my father done. Miss Whimper had no fear of was rector of Blankton for forty-three being neglected. Railway officials are years, and that I was born and bred proverbially attentive, and no doubt in here, I should think I can find my way! response to her signal, one would soon That is my house, with the roses growcome to her assistance. In point of ing up the verandah, close to the fact about a quarter of an hour elapsed church. , When my dear father died, before a man's head appeared at the and I had to leave the rectory, I said I aperture above. On finding that the could never live anywhere but pale and begrimed stranger was not in Excuse me,” interrupted the stranany way connected with the train, Miss ger, “ if you are so near home, I advise Whimper rather hesitated about accept- you to walk quietly on. Your parcels ? ing his proffered help, for she felt that Oh yes, they are all right. Don't think an elderly lady of short stature must of coming back. I must see if I can unavoidably present a somewhat ridicu- be of any more

Oh 10; you lous appearance climbing up a hat-rack, could do nothing, and it really isu't a which, however, seemed the only visi- place for ladies.” With these words ble mode of exit. She therefore, after he turned back towards the black, an elaborate apology for the trouble she smoking mass that lay like an ugly blot was giving, begged that the guard on the waving yellow surface of the might be sent for without delay. The oats. pale-faced man (remembering with a Miss Whimper continued her walk shudder how he had last seen the guard) along the well-known path leading to replied that it was at present absolutely the village. She felt rather shaken impossible to comply with her request, and fatigued by her recent experiences. and that she must accept him as a sub- * At my age one cannot tumble about stitute. After a short discussion Miss with impunity,” she thought; and then Whimper at last allowed him to hoist reflected sadly on her lack of presence ber bodily through the window. Her of mind in not having particularly resurprise was excessive on first realizing quested her late companion to rescue her surroundings.

the new tea service. Presently an old • Why, we are out in farmer Jack- woman hurried by, carrying a little girl son's tep-acre piece, I declare !" she of about two years old in her arms. exclaimed in helpless astonishment. From the child's appearance it was ob"Now, I was saying to myself that the vious that she had just been saved from oats were fit to cut as I looked out of the wreckage of the train. the window, and here we are treading • What a pretty little thing! Where them down! What a pity it seems ! are you taking her ?" inquired Miss I never knew - I fancied — what has Whimper. “Who is in charge of her ? happened ?"

Surely her mother or her nurse must "Never mind,” interrupted the pale- be here !” faced man. “Now just take my arm “ Ay, they are here, like enough !!! and shut your eyes.”

returned the woman. And in a few Luckily the instinct of obedience was realistic words, she told Miss Whimper strong in Miss Whimper. She clung to more about the accident than she even the stranger's arm and walked forwaru suspected before. blindfold, totally unconscious that she * Take the child to my house at was passing sights that haunted many once !” cried the old lady, trembling of the spectators to their dying day. with horror as she dimly realized what

“Now I dare say you can find your she had just escaped. “ The workway to the village,” said the stranger, bouse indeed ! Never! whilst I have pausing as he reached a foot-path at a home to offer the poor innocent !"} the end of the field,

So the child's fate was decided, and

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Rose Cottage became her home. The attraction in the shape of a gigantic next few days constituted an epoch fire in a north-country town, drew off of altogether unwonted excitement in all the reporters simultaneously, and Blankton. The village was overrun Blankton's brief day of fame was over. with reporters sent down by all the Some green mounds in the churchyard, leading papers. They intervieweil the and a little golden-haired child at clergyman, the schoolmaster, and the Rose Cottage, were the only permanent parish clerk. Any person who had changes left by the famous accident. witnessed the accident, even from a As year's rolled by, Beatrice rapidly clistance, was temporarily converted developed from an engaging child into into a hero. It slowly dawned on Miss a very pretty girl. She also enjoyed Whimper, as she saw sketches of her the inestimable advantage of being the native village in all the illustrated pa- only person in Blankton with any appers, that she had taken part in the proach to a history. As a matter of most fatally famous railway accident of course she was the idol of Miss Whimthe year. “And to think that I was per's declining years, and the old lady's fidgetting all the time about those bits modest income, which had hitherto of china !” as she remarked to her been chiefly devoted to charitable purfriends, when they came to congratu- poses, was now freely lavished on late her on her wonderful escape. And Beatrice's education and pleasures. then the conversation invariably drifted From sheer force of habit, the girl acoff to the forlorn little girl who ever cepted it all without any special feeling since that dreadful day had been the of gratitude. Indeed it seemed quite petted idol of Miss Whinper's quiet natural that she should have the best household. So attachell dicl the old of everything, being young, and conselady become to her little charge that it quently able to enjoy it. That Miss was with a distinct sense of relief that Whimper's brown stuff gown should be she ascertained that all efforts to trace made by the village dressmaker, whilst the child's parentage had failed. The Beatrice's costumes emanated from the only body that was not identified at the most expensive establishment in the inquest was that of a homely looking, county town, seemed an altogether bemiddle-aged woman, whom a passenger fitting arrangement, seeing that at remembered to have seen carrying the twenty, clothes make such a difference child at the last station. The extreme to one's appearance, whilst a wrinkled plainness of her clothes, compared with little old ladly, with grey curls on either those of the little girl, caused it to be side of her face, must necessarily be generally assume that she was a nurse outside the pale of all such consideratravelling with her mistress's child. tions.

The name Beatrice, beautifully em- Human nature being what it is, it broidered on the child's linen, was will not surprise any one to learn that found to be no clue to her parentage. Beatrice had her detractors ; unpleasSo all the advertisements and police ant.people who talked about beggars on researches having failed, the poor horseback, and dared to think that it woman was quietly buried under the would have been wiser to bring the girl elm-trees in Blankton churchyard, and up to earn her livelihood as a governlittle Beatrice was practically adopted ess. But even those neighbors who by Miss Whimper.

held these views most strongly seldom dared to air them in the presence of

Miss Whimper. From the first that BLANKTON soon subsided again into good lady firmly maintained, that if its normal condition of peaceful obscu- ever the lost child's parentage came to rity. The sudden interest that the civil- be known, it would be found that she ized world manifested in its doings, as belonged to people moving in the highsuddenly died out again at the end of est ranks of society. Miss Whimper one short week. A powerful counter- ! hal repeated this formula so long, that


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she came to regard, what was after all, an original mode of occupying yourself. only a supposition, completely in the Let me see - how many days this week light of a revealed truth. She conse- have you worried the rabbits ?quently brought up her charge in the ". Well, I have been after them sevbelief that she was of superior clay to eral times lately," he admitted. her immediate surroundings, aud Bea- really I should like to come with you trice took very readily to the notion. and carry your basket. There's noth

One bright day in the early autumn, ing I should like better." this young lady might have been seen 6 Don't talk

absurdly !” exwalking down the village street, with claimed Beatrice, jerking away the an unusually gloomy expression on her basket so suddenly that the beef-tea fair face. The little basket of dainties splashed all over the custard-pudding. in her hand betrayed that she was go- “Now, your strong point being truthing to visit a sick person. But she did fulness, you had better confess at once not like her errand, and she did not that you are longing to get over that trouble to dissimulate her repugnance. rate, and carry out the rest of your huShe was almost angry with old Naney mane programme. I am hurrying to for insisting upon seeing her, when the see a dying woman, so I am afraid I villagers must all have known perfectly can't waste any more time talking at well how much she objected to taking present." part in deathbed scenes. If it had not This time the young man took his been for Miss Whimper's gentle exer- dismissal. Leaving her without tion of authority she would probably word, he got over the gate, and soon have declined the visit altogether. As disappeared behind the leafy hedgeit was, she had postponed it upon one

Beatrice continued her walk pretext and another until the after- with a slightly beightened color and a noon, although the old woman had perceptibly iverensed air of annoyance. summoned her many hours before. It would harilly have occurred to a

** It's all very well for auntie,” she spectator that the two who had just thought, as she strolled moodily along. parted so abruptly were engaged to be ** Of course her father was the clergy- married. Anil in that fact lay the whole man here, and she knows what to do secret of the girl's unreasonable temfor sick people, and doesn't mind stuffy per. Until John Cooper made love to Oh, bother!"

her she regarded him with the temperThe last exclamation was elicited by ate liking that one extends to the mathe appearance of a young man with a jority of people one has known from gun over his shoulder. The new ar- childhood. In the capacity of a lover rival was tall, strong, and rather hand- he bored her, and his unornamental some ; his good looks, however, being virtues jarrel or her fastidious taste; somewhat marred by an indetinable air but at first unwilling to give pain, she of clumsiness that pervaded his whole had contented herself with parrying his person, from his black whiskers to his advances so skilfully as to avert a reguill-titting kuickerbockers.

lar offer. Bein's endowed with much " Where are you going ?” began sharper wits than her admirer, things Beatrice sharply, without any previous might have gone ou quietly in this way form of greeting.

for an indetinite time, if it has not been * Well, I was going out just to see if for the appearance of the new rector's I could pick up a rabbit or two,” re- daughters on the scene. Adela and plied the young man, in a deprecatin, Lily Price were fine young women, voice. “It seemed a pity to waste with well-defined ideas on the subject such a fine day. But if there is any- of matrimony, and without a moment's thing I can do

delay they proceeded to lay siege to Mr. "Oh, I wouldn't detain you for Cooper's rather susceptible heart. This worlds!"? interrupteil the girl. “Es-, was more than Beatrice's pbilosophy pecially when you have devised such could stand. Maddened by the spec


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