jAwMfid him;from every distance, sat ft eiae^pot that he had occupied ' O for him to come and claim xt of / day passed. A kind of ■^selel me. Each failure but lever Po^ tto my pursuit. I buoyed ad l/with the idea that I should eventu- the means of taking him by sDfin nigh* fell, weary in body and ■/l returned to the hotel to put a few 10 v *tipstions to the landlord, without leading qu^ Tgelf# j obtained no clue betrayl X q gU p ers titions attached to Enlace—n° notoriety, murder, ship- V or even a commonplace bigamy VI distinguished it; and after securmg r«J?mine host's affections by an ■ •♦tion to take a stroll with me next im. the deserted esplanade to point J the scenery, while smoking one of my °? • Vvanas, I retired to rest with the Ch°l consciousness that I was either a Kited man or a monomaniac ■ Thig impression was ineradicably con t In when the ' tete-a-tete ' with my Slandlord came off next day. S 'Who is that man sitting away there „ the far seat?' I asked carelessly pointing J the motionless figure now so familiar to m?Where? I see no man,' was the reply. <Come nearer, and I will show you.' I nqwered And we drew close enough to In c the twitching of an eyelid, had the sailor changed countenance at oW approach. ~ .. , '"What seat do you mean? said the fowildered landlord, looking up and down L row of empty benches. ' Not this one, !Lly?' he added with a laugh, as he touched the vacant place, lately occupied by the mysterious apparition. What could I do but laugh m concert ? 'It mast have been a trick of the sight,' I said, but I kept him in|conversation for awhile, and once again turned suddenly towards the fatal seat:' JN"ow do you see no one?'l asked. % His time my companion looked at me nirrowly. 'You are wanting to make tan or me, sir,1 he said. ' You know that we are quitealoneonthis esplanade ; nobody ever comes near it at this time of the year least of all to sit on those empty benches,' he added, pointing in a direct line to the met spot where the figure of the sailor like man loomed distinctly visible against the background of sky," sitting immov able-watching and waiting —watching and waiting for what ? 'Come away,' I said shortly, 'it is getting cold.' And so, indeed, I felt it. A hideous chill was creeping over me. I feared I mast be losing my reason. Two days were yet to elapse before the arrival of Estelle and her mother. During these I never ventured near the promenade; and by the time I heard the welcome sound of the carriage wheels grating on the gravel outside I had almost recovered my normal condition. How that little hotel was transformed ftom that moment! Cinderella's fairy god mother never performed a greater feat than the sudden change which came upon it from gloom and dust and dullness to life and radiance and poetry. Of those few days of tenderest memory what have I to tell? To all but thor.e concerned how common place the walks, the drives, the long talks; to those in thorn they might awake a souvenir, how tame,how worthless, would be my descrip tion! I had succeeded, on one pretext or mother, on always setting aside Estelle's request to visit the 'dear old esplanade ;' totihe day before our departure she lecametoimportunate, and Mrs. Meredith Mug disinclined for our usual drive, I Vno excuse to urge against Estelle's rawed wishes. Who has not known the fascination of a forbidden object. The eye is irresistably ittracted where it is unwise, or undesir' ible, or unpleasant thatit should rest; and, accordingly, having firmly resolved to woid even a glance in the direction I so much dreaded, my first instinctive act was to look straight towards the fatal seat. j. 'Is there anybody sitting on the fa.rth.er aS tot bench?' I asked Estelle. ' The light » sin my eyeg and dazzles me.' I 'Nobody that I can see" she answered, jgt ™S% turning her lovely soft eyes full «nthe spot where the ghostly visitant sat re . Pjjn and motionless. n 8 JSut the spell of horror was powerless in [ot F PKsence. I passed and re-passed 3 es - ou*a shudder the mysterious sailor's he —now seeing him, now 3 re *^S him. A magic atmosphere of a y Mh and brightness surrounded her m e ry*fo defiance to all superstition, and the |^ ered Ms very presence indifferent. \)}s i J declare I have dropped my muff!' «lt JT 6 said, suddenly stopping at the foot y. "the cliff. jye . > thwe it is !' she said turning and Wing half wa y towards the entrance (tiß .'I will sit here and wait while you the -prttome, as I am a little tired.' rain {^ before I could offer any remons [ate S* »he had placed herself on the ,ar. Seal seat hitherto occupied by the ,rei ,^ 4and spectral stranger. ;hei „ <V? c away, Estelle dearest!' I cried prt- 3*%.- .'Don't sit there ! Get up, I hi* 55? y°u!' *-nd I caugtt her hand L dei j^y and endeavoured to force her to J* Bt*lle evidsntly took my nervous L s 1 Zf Der or intentional bandinage. She - arft I ?na pretty pout and, settling herself, Jj " I shaU not stir till you

fetch, me my muff, sir; then you may dictate as you please.' I hesitated, yet another moment; but there seemed something so perfectly natural in her sitting there—something so contradictory of all my fears, and so con vincing that the supposed sailor was merely a creation of my own imagination —that it was with a feeling verging on self-contempt for my weakness chat I ran to pick up the muff.

When, after doing so, I looked up, not Estelle, but the now formidable appari tion occupied the seat.

I closed my eyes* in the agony of horror. I reopened them, breathing a wild prayer the while, I tried to banish him from my thoughts and to think only of her. But there he was, square and broad and unmistakable, in the pilot coat and glazed cap strapped under his chin.

' Estelle !' I cried, in a terrible tone

Her voice came to me, but with a distant ring in it, and the tones seemed faint and weak.

'Granville,' it said, 'what is delaying you ? It is getting damp and cold.'

For a moment, the voice of the loved one I could not see, sounding from the spot where I had left her, but where she was not, paralyzed my powers of motion; then, keeping my eye on the dreadful presence that hid her from my sight, I flew to the spot, to find Estelle sitting there shivering and drawing her cloak closer round her.

' What kept you, Granville dear? she asked. I must kave got a chill, for it grew cold and damp so suddenly.' I took her soft little hand in mine and drew her away at once.

The next day we left the place Chaptee 11.

Our next scene opens in the beautiful lake country of Killarney> that has made green Erin of world-wide renown.

The first young leaves were -upfolding on the boughs, the early spring flowers just peeped above the ground, the season was not sufficiently advanced to show to full advantage the beauties of that exquis ite little paradise, but I was impatient to bring Estelle to the pretty little house I had prepared for her in London, and she was now-making a tour of farewell visits to her friends in Ire'and.

It had been arranged that I was to join the Merediths when they reached Kilgammore Castle, Xillarney, where a large party had been invited to meet them.

A programme was arranged for each day's entertainment. An excursion through the Gap of Dunloe, with its musical echoes and wild scenery, not the least charm of which, was the ride through the gap on the mountain-ponies to where the beats were waiting to row us down the exquisite lakes.

Who that has ever looked upon, the view at the upper lake of Eillarney can ever forget it ? It may not be grand, but it is beautiful—perfect in its miniature loveliness, with a fairylike charm that grander scenery can never possess.

Then came a drive through the eharm ng domain of Muckross; a visit to Muckross Abbey, to Ross Castle, to Toro Waterfall, and a ride up Mangerton; finally a pic-nic was arranged to place at Innisfallen island—sweet Innis fallen, as Moore calls it, that nestles in the corner of the lower lake, a fleck of green in a jewel of liquid sapphire. It is of this pic-nic I have to speak.

The morning was unusually bright for the season. Our party comprised many boats; and, after rowing to Glena Bay and other favorite spots, we landed on the island. Then, while preparations were being made for an ' al fresco' repast, the party broke up into knots and detachments in that delightful, unpre meditated way for which pic-nics have the monopoly.

There is not a tree on that island that is not photographed on my memory as vividly as if I were now gazing upon it; not a bend in the path, not a pebble on the shore, that I see less clearly now than on that day, long, long ago, the last of my life, though not of my existence.

Not here—not till the grave shall have transfigured this mockery of the Gran ville that once was into the Granville of that supreme hour—can my tongue dare re-frame those sweet words, those tender confidences, those happy anticipations, so awful in the pathos of their awful fare well !

We bad lingered, unwisely, over our merry fete, and absorbed by other thoughts, had not observed an ominous gathering of clouds, that, rising from all parts of the horizon, had concentrated over our heads.

Storms and squalls are frequent in these mountain-bound districts: and before we had fully recognised our imprudence in waiting till the chilly spring evening had fallen, a loud clap of thunder had anticipated our worst fears. In an instant we were on our feet preparing to launch the boats before the rising wind should have lashed the water into frenzy.

Sometimes gthese violent storms pass off as suddenly as they rise, after spend ing their fury for a couple of hours. At other times they last two or three da>s, and on this occasion there seemed no prospect of a break in the ever-increasing darkness gathering round the tiny unpro tected island.

• See to mamma,' whispered Esteile, coming close to me. ,' lam so anxious about her. Don't leave her for an instant. She is dreadfully frightened. I will ollow with Ham/

In a few minutes Mrs. Meredith, balf famting with nervousnessTand terror, was clinging to my arm in the stern ot one of the boats.

'Estelle, my love, are you there?' I called.

' Yes, quite safe,' she answered gayly, in her sweet, rippling tones. 'I will follow in the next boat.'

There was a great swell upon the water; the frail gigs seemed to make no way against the wind that swept down in wild gusts from the Reeks and the narrow pass at the entrance of th Upper Lake ; the thunder boomed unti the very heavens seemed to shake and sudden showers of heavy, sleety rain alternated with vivid flashes of lightening. Either our boat was more heavily laden, or our oarsmen less skilful than those of the other boats, for by the repeated flashes of lightening I saw that we had been outstripped. One boat had already "touched the shore and the other was ahead of us. The sight was an ineffable relief. An awkward movement, a false stroke on those angry tumultuous waters would have been fatal.

Suddenly a cry from the many voices of the watchmen on the shore struck on our ears through the raving of the storm. "Two people left behind !' ' Let us put back !' I cried, with the sense of a horrible presentiment stealing

over me.

' That would be useless,' answered one of my companions, 'Our boat is over crowded ; besides, they have already dispatched a punt from the land.'

We were nearing a point where a circle of lanterns indicated the preparations made on shore for receiving us, and in the flickering light thrown by them on the water we could see a little punt just put ting off.

The storm was beginning to abate, the thunder growled at a greater distance and at longer intervals, the lightning flashes were fainter and less frequent, yot, strain ing my eyes in one of those, I faacied I saw, standing upon the island, Estelle, my beloved promised bride, holding her little brother Arthur by the hand. Harry, then, the light-hearted, light headed Harry, had left Insfallen without her.

'To shore ! To shore !' I exclaimed, in mad distress ; and, handing the insen sible form of Mra. Meredith to one of the attendants as the boat grated against the pier, I sprang on land to seek my darling among the arrivals from the other boats.

She was not there: but, seeing her brother Harry at a little distance, ' where is Estelle ?' I asked eagerly, seizing him by the arm, 'Why don't you know?' he answered. ' She was left behind. So much the bet ter for her now the storm is over. - She went to look for little Arthur, and so wo missed her. Don't be uneasy, Granville,' he continued, noticing my troubled ex pression ; ' we have sent a punt over to fetch them, and 1 should not be surprised if the moon were up to light them across.'

It seemed, indeed, as if the storm were destined to be only a mere squall, disper sing as suddenly as it had gathered ; the clouds bee;an to break, the sky became clear, and the wind fell.

' I will go with you to the pier-head,' Harry said, compassionately, evidently distressed at my emotion ; and, passing through the groups of friends and rela tives interchanging congratulations on their escape, and comparing their experiences of peril, we reached the water's edge.

At that moment the moon, in full, re splendent glory, sailed from behind a receding cloud and flooded with a magic lustre the troubled waters of the lake.

' There is the boat,' cried Harry, ' she will cross the moon's track in a second, and be here in less than ten min utes.'

It was not long, indeed, till she came in sight—a little puat rowed by one boat man, and in the stern Estelle, my beauti ful Estelle, with little Arthur by her side.

Like a glorious vision breaking through the tumoil of a troubled dream, so the fairy-like skiff glided into the silvery stream of moonlight from under the shadow of the island.

At that moment one of the oars slipped from the hand of the boatman.

' Good gracious ! Is the man drunk ?' exclaimed Harry. 'Look Granville.'

But I was no longer at his side. I had seeu the faithless moon, harbinger of calm after storm, of peace after danger, shine down upon the boatmanashe stooped to catch at his retreating oar; shtne full upon his strongly-knit frame and set features ; upon the pilot coat buttoned across his breast and the glazed cap strapped under his chin.

It was he —he as I had seen him last on that fatal day when I had recklessly left tay loved one alone a moment on the ac cursed seat, so ominously haunted ; he whose image had persistently pursued me with a terrible dream, since her angel form had been eclipsed by his spectral presence.

Do the wild Herry mountains still echo the cry of anguish and despair with which I burst from Harry's side and flung my self into the lake ? Ere the waters closed over my head the last object upon which my eyes rested was the punt and its Heaven-claimed freight engulfed in the boiling waters, as tjie terrible boatman

overbalanced it with his weight in his attempt to catch at the receding oar.

French Lovers' Advertisements.

The ' Petites Annonces' have for some time been a special feature in the Sunday number of the Paris ' Figaro,' and are surprisingly tame when the national reputation for wit is consid ered. Absolute freedom is apparently allowed to advertisers. The 'Petite Correspondence,' intended for lovers, is almost entirely appropriated to tradesmen's puffs, not very brilliant effusions. Thus 'J. L.' is informed that' since he has left off absinthe the captain is gaining ground; the marriage will take place as soon as Blanche is well, which will be soon, for anemia and stomach-ache dis appear rapidly under the influence of Mariani wine.' Another advertise ment, though not of a strictly com mercial nature, is eminently business like :—' Sign of the Crown. 1 had rather be the wife of a joiner than the 'slave of a prince. But I keep the bracelet all the same/ There are eight offers of marriage in the number, one being from a lady described as of age, and possessed of a dowry of 8,000,000 francs. She is careful to remind would-be suitors to pay the postage on their letters. Indeed, whatever may be said of the degeneracy of modern French men, they unquestionably retain the ancient virtue of thrift. The cost of the special advertisements in the ' Figaro' is a franc and a half! the line of thirty letters, and the' desire to obtain moneys worth leads to or thographic puzzles of this description : —'M. L. de R., 33 a qual mor. ret phys. brill, aven. polit., dune vieille fam. vendeen., 150,000f. aven., 500,000, dcs dem, ou v. jolie apport imired 1 million. H H. 77 p. rest. Paris.' From the above it is perfectly clear that M L. de B. has a limited fortune and considerable expectations, and that he is willing to marry a young lady or a pretty widow with a pretty fortune, while the skilful manner in which he has inserted the word ' bril liant' between ' physical and moral qualities' on the one side, aud ' political future' on the other, leaving it to apply to either, or, as is possible, to neither, is calculated to convey no mean impression of his diplomatic abilities. ' A young man of twenty eight' would also like to marry a • Frenchwoman of Alsace-Lorraine.' As no intelligible address is appended to this announcement, it may be regarded in the light of a patriotic affirmation of the eternal union be tween France and her lost Provinces. It seems childish, and yet the senti ment must be a strong one for which the writer was induced to pay half a-crown

The Woman Question in Eng land.

Woman is a matter of growing impor tance in the British Association for the Advancement of Science, and occupied more of the time than ever this year. A number of papers were read by women. Mrs. Gray advocated more attention to the physical educa tion of women, Miss Becker dress reform, which should give woman the free use of her limbs, and Dr. (Miss) Dunbar said she had frequent occasion to recommend a little hard work or genuine study to ' ladies with an all overish feeling of illness. 1 Miss Car penter, the prison-worker^ thought special effort and special legislation would be required to educate the street gamins—an embarrassing class every where. It is said that the compulsory school law in New York has not accom plished what was hoped for in this direction. Samuel Morley said that in London the School Board had not yet got down to this class, but would soon have to deal with them. The London school authorities, even, so far as they had got, have to modify the execution of the law a good deal.in order not to deprive parents of the services of their children, and in some cases aid to the parents themselves is required in order to feed the children, for 'it is impos sible,' they find, ' to teach a child with an empty stomach.' A woman suff rage debate was also provided for by the reading of an essay on the effect of this disability upon the industrial relation of the sex. It was cut short, however, by the expiration of time.

One day a little boy's mother gave him a long lecture on a misdemeanour of which he'd been guilty. When his father came home at night he also began to talk to him on the same unpleasant subject, whereupon the little fellow looked up .honestly and said, ' See here, pa, ma has 'tended to tbat,' Tbe father took tUahifri. . ,

A Yankee Preacher's Thoughts on Women.

A qtjeee compound is woman. She is made up of industry, boldness, beauty, silks, satins, jealousy, love, hatred, horse-hair, whalebone, piety, paint, gaiety, gum-elastic, bear's grease, sympathy, tears, smiles, affection, and kindness. My friends, how lofty is woman. No matter whether born in a cellar, she can sometimes be as lofty as a garret. "When she once gets her back up, oh! cats and broomsticks look outffor yourselves. She is as big as Olympus, and as savage as a sausage machine. In her wrath sha is as crazy as a bed-bug, as strong as a tiger, and as terrible as a tornado. She blazes up as though she were a tar-barrel, and in a moment all is over —and nobody killed. "When she comes down from the mountains, whence she was rolling big stones upon tie people below, she softens down to a jelly, and becomes as quiescent as a goose-pond after a tempest. The breeches won't fit. Again, how loving is a woman ? Ay ! she is amazingly sticky in her attach ments. She will cling to the chosen object of her heart like a 'possum to a gam tree ; and you can't separate her without snapping strings that no art can mend, and leaving a portion of her soul upon the upper leather of her affections—and, when her fondness is fastened upon a fellow, it stays there like glue and molasses in a bushy head of hair.

Had Seen Around.

[From the Detroit Free Press.]

At the City Hall market yesterday, while a lady was purchasing a white fish, a man about lifty years old, and a stranger to her, approached an<? remarked:

' Missus, I have travelled over Europe, Asia, Africa and the Holy Land. I have viewed the pyramids, sailed on the Nile, and fished in the Ti ber. Permit me to offer you a word ot advice. Don't cook that fish with the scales on,'

'I didn't "mean to, sir,' she indig nantly replied. ' Very well, missus. I have crossed the Atlantic ocean fourteen times: ascended the Andes; sailed up _ the Missouri and down the Mississippi, and trampled across the Great Sahara J^oserc. JjuL me say one word more: Cut the head off before you cook it!' 'Do you think I'm a heathen!' she retorted. ' I guess I know how to cook a fish !'

' You may, madam—you may. I have soldiered for Queen Victoria, fought for Jncle Sam, drawn a pension, kept a post-oflice, learned to fiddle, and was never sued in my life. I beg your pardon, madam, but let me advise you not to eat the bones of that fish. Some folks eat bones and all, but they sooner or later come to some disreput able end!'

' I'll thank you to mind your own business!' she said, as she picked up the fish.

' I have travelled over the smooth prairies,' he replied with the greatest politeness, ' climbed the £ocky moun tains, killed Indians, fought grizzlies, buffered and starved and perished, aod I leave you with the kindest and moat earnest wishes for your future welfare. Also, cut off the tail before cooking 1* And he went away.

How She Picked up Her Wallet.

Whek at about the middle of the cross walk she dropped a well-filled wallet out of her hand. Then the trouble began in earnest. She stooped over in front to pick it up, but her fingers could not reach the wallet by IS inches. She changed her parasol into her right band and tried to reach sideways for the wallet. It was no go, however, for her fingers did not reach anywhere near the coveted article. She then tried to get down on her knees, but she might as well endeavour to pick up a drop of water .with her ear. She reached backward, but her hand only ex tended downward on a level with her hips. She appeared to be much, embarrassed. No one seemed to be pas&ing at the mo ment who could assist her. Ah! a thought struck her suddenly. Quickly turning her parasol with the top on the ground she glided a pretty little foot, about six inches broad, out from beneath her snow-white skirts, and, with a gentle kick the wallet lay in the concave para chute. —

An urchin went to a barber's shop, and requested the barber to cut his hair as short as shears could do it. He was asked if hia mother had ordered it in that way. 'No,' replied he, ' school begins next week, and we have got ft new whool-mißtr^sa tt»«* pull^ fa»ur<'

ExreniKtgr Star Supplement, November 27, 1875.