time could have identified in the shrunken, aged looking form of to-day the powerfully built man in the prime of manhood of two years ago.

Madame Ferrrolliet had got ready for her guest two rooms on the ground-floor, her own two rooms, and thither he was carried, put into a warm bed, rubbed with hot flannels, supplied, in short, with all the restoratives that art can devise. After ten minutes, or so, these efforts were successful; he heaved a deep sigh, opened his eyes, gazed around with a scared look, which changed to one of satisfaction the moment he caught sight of the familiar face of his uncle's notary. "Ah, Monsieur Giblat!" he gasped forth, in a voice scarcely audible, "Thank God!"

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Quickly rising tears filled Carlino's eyes; he said in a husky voice, "I hope Monsieur believes that what I do for him is out of deep love and duty, and not at all from any interested motives."

"I am fully convinced of your affection, my good Carlino. Service for hire differs widely from service for love."

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Here there was a knock at the door, and Monsieur," here interposed a gentle- Madame Ferrolliet came in on tiptoe with a man in black, who all this while had been steaming cup in her hand. Only a sprinexamining the sick man's pulse, Mon-kle of vermicelli in a cup of consommé, that sieur, we shall leave you with Monsieur I have made myself for you, Monsieur le Giblat as soon as you have swallowed a Baron, will you try it ? " potion which I have prescribed, and which is being prepared for you. I can assure you there is no cause for alarm, you are merely exhausted by your journey, and want nothing but rest and nourishment."

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Certainly," said the Baron; "all that comes from your hands must be good and welcome." She fed him with spoonful after spoonful of the potage till he had swallowed it all, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and Thank you," said the Baron, and his then quietly withdrew. "Kind soul!" exeyes just then meeting those of Madame claimed the Baron; "I owe to my misforFerrolliet, he added, "Dear Madame, how tune the discovery of mines of goodness and can I ever enough apologize for the trouble worth where I suspected none. Too late, I am giving you? God bless you! It is alas! for me to act upon this newly acmy sad privilege to reap nothing but kind-quired knowledge too late!" He shut ness where I sowed only harshness." his eyes, and might have been thought asleep, but that the motion of his lips testified that he was praying.

Two big tears that rolled down her cheeks were all the answer that the good lady could make. The kind doctor here saw fit to interfere. 66 Allow me to warn you, my dear sir, against giving way to emotion; it tends to weaken you. Madame Ferrolliet will not contradict me when I say that she is but too happy to be of some service to an old and honoured customer of her house, and we are all of us happy to be of use to you. Here comes my potion, my elixir of long life, I call it; drink it, sir, and you will wonder at the feeling of comfort which will afterwards pervade your being."

The Baron drank it. 66 Now," added the doctor, "we will leave you to a tete-à-tete with your notary," and he left the room, followed by all excepting M. Giblat and Carlino. Carlino looked inquiringly at his master, who in answer slightly nodded in the direction of the door, and Čarlino went

away.

The interview was short. At the end of twenty minutes M. Giblat came out of the room, and Carlino went in. "How does Monsieur feel?" asked he.

Some time later M. Giblat returned, accompanied by a brother official, and followed by a string of witnesses. Carlino counted seven of them. He ushered them into his master's room, and retired. The writing out of the will took a little more than an hour. As the notaries and the witnesses passed through the ante-room where Car lino was waiting, M. Giblat accosted him, saying, "You are M. Carlino, the Baron de Kerdiat's confidential servant ? " "I am,” replied Carlino.

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This, then, is for you," returned M. Giblat, handing him a paper. 66 'It contains some of the last wishes of the Baron, of which he has desired that you should now have a copy. You are to break the seal only in the event of his death. Allow me at the same time," continued Mr. Giblat, in quite another tone, "to avail myself of this opportunity to express to you in my own name and that of my colleague, and all the gentlemen present, our respect for the unparalleled devotion you have displayed in Monsieur le Baron's service."

Carlino, red as a cock's comb up to the | began not to be quite so clear as to that very roots of his hair, bowed low, and has- after a conversation I had with you in reftened to his master. He found him as erence to your sister. At that moment I white as the sheet which covered him, but was for the first time thinking of making with a placid face. my will, and debating with myself whether I should be justified in benefiting some stranger by the exclusion of my sister. In short, the seed you had sown in my mind during the conversation to which I allude, never ceased growing until it bore fruit. You will be glad to hear that in the will I have made to-day, I have left my sister the bulk of my fortune - a result for which she may well be thankful to you."

"I am so thankful to have been in time," he said. "Did Monsieur Giblat give you a paper?" Carlino made an affirmative sign. "All right. By-and-by I will tell you something that will give you pleasure. I require rest now, and you also, my poor

Carlino."

"We will, please God, have a sound sleep, and not wake before to-morrow morning," ," rejoined Carlino, cheerfully; "but first Monsieur must take the drink that Madame Ferrolliet is bringing him." The Baron did so, with many thanks to Madame. "Monsieur has no need to rouse himself," added Carlino, "when from time to time I give him a spoonful from the bottle. It is the same potion which has already done Monsieur so much good."

"I will swallow it as in a dream," said the Baron. Carlino brought in a mattress, placed it by the side of the bed, arranged his master's pillows and bed-clothes, closed the blinds, and then laid himself down. It was then six o'clock in the afternoon. The Baron slept, to all appearance soundly, and did but half wake when Carlino, in obedience to the doctor's prescription, every half hour put a spoonful of the cordial into his mouth. At a little after midnight the patient awoke fully, and said suddenly, "Carlino, did I ever tell you that I had a sister?" "No, sir is she dead?"

"She has been the same as dead to me for these last ten years. She married against my will, married a man for love, to whom I had an objection, and we have been strangers to each other ever since."

"Oh, what a misfortune!" said Carlino; "the man Monsieur's sister married was, then, a disreputable character? ”

"No; everybody who knew him gave him a high character, as being clever and honest; but he was of another class from her, he was of low birth, the son of a farmer, and was himself only a village schoolmaster; and that is why I objected to him."

"But if he was clever and good, and likely to make the lady happy, it would not much matter, would it, Monsieur, whether he was lowly or highly born?" said Carlino, sagaciously nodding his head.

"I was very proud - proud of the race from which we sprung, and I considered a mésalliance as the greatest possible disgrace. Pride has been the bane of my life. In breaking off all intercourse with my sister, I believed I was only fulfilling a duty. I

Rather say to Monsieur's just and kind heart," exclaimed Carlino, with a gush of feeling. "And Monsieur forgives her?"

"I do fully," said Baron Gaston. "I stand more in need of her pardon than she of mine, for she was always kind to me while I was very harsh to her." And here he told Carlino of that most affectionate letter which he had received from his sister shortly after his accident, and of the scornful silence with which he had treated it.

"Reason the more," said Carlino, "why Monsieur should not lose a moment in acknowledging to her that he did wrong, and in sending her his love and blessing. What is the lady's name? Where does she live?"

"Her name is Madame Marie Moron, and her letter was dated from Le Mans." "Shall I write and invite her to come to Monsieur at the Castle?"

"Not just now. I feel that the emotion of such a meeting would be too much for

me."

"At all events, Monsieur will permit me to write to her an account of the conversation we have just had ? "

"Yes, you may do so," said the Baron.

He looked rather drowsy, and his utterance had become somewhat thick and embarrassed; thereupon Carlino hid the nightlight and begged his master to try and sleep again.

He tried, but with little success, as shown by the frequent mutterings to which he gave way, and the only distinct words that could be heard was the oft-repeated name of Divonne. Perhaps he was dreaming, and in that case it would be a pity to wake him. Carlino sat up, and listened long, much perplexed what to do, until his uneasiness got the better of his unwillingness to run the risk of interrupting his master's slumbers. He stood by the bed-side and asked, " Are you in pain, sir ?"

"Quite the contrary," was the reply. "I have not felt so comfortable for a long while. I feel as light as a feather! What o'clock is it? "

"Nearly three in the morning."

Suppose you order a carriage and let us start for the Castle at eight?"

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Certainly," said Carlino, humouring the Baron's notion. 'We'll see the doctor though, first. Monsieur must have been dreaming about Divonne."

"So I was. A glorious place that Divonne ! Do you remember that girl who could not even sit up? I wonder what has become of her."

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Let us hope that she is better," answered Carlino.

A long pause ensued.

had made a mystery to no one, except to the faithful servant: we say in his own justification, for had the doctor perceived any the least glimpse of hope, he would have been inexcusable in allowing his patient to be fatigued by notaries and testamentary arrangements. Yet even the physician did not expect so rapid an end.

After the first uncontrollable burst of grief, Carlino bethought himself that there still remained duties for him to perform, and that to perform them properly he must be composed. His first care was to telegraph to Madame Moron, and to make himself ac

"Where is your harmonica?" asked the quainted with the contents of the paper con

Baron, all at once.

"I have it here, sir."

"Play on it a little, will you? It will put me to sleep."

Carlino took up his little instrument and played some chords.

"Delicious!" muttered the Baron. "It is like music from heaven. Sleep steals softly on me. Good night, Carlino."

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Good-night, dear master."

fided to him by Monsieur Giblat. These were its contents:

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When it shall please God to call me to Him, I beg of my faithful servant and dear friend, Carlo Benvenuti, to give me a last proof of attachment by never leaving my body until it is consigned to the earth.

"I wish to be buried in the Cemetery of Chambery, as near as possible to the grave of my uncle, the Vidame de Kerdiat. I wish

"And friend," prompted the Baron, in a the Church service in behalf of my soul, and scarcely audible whisper.

"And friend," repeated Carlino.

The incipient dawn was tinging with whitish grey the interstices of the bars of the closed blinds, and imparting to the air a pleasant freshness. It was that mysterious hour of universal appeasement, when even the anxious and the sick lay down their load for a while, and find rest. Carlino felt the influence of the hour, and though with reluctance, succumbed to it. He had not shut his eyes for the last forty-eight hours, and tired nature asserted her rights. He fell into profound sleep, which, however, did not last long, not so long as an hour. He awakened with a sense of remorse, as of one who had deserted his post. He raised himself first on his elbow, as was his wont, and listened. No sound whatever. He went to the bed, bent over his master's lips -no breath issued from them - he felt his forehead-cold as ice. Carlino rung the bell furiously to alarm the house. Every one hurried to the room, the doctor was sent for, everything was done that could be done to restore animation, but in vain. Baron Gaston de Kerdiat had laid down his burden for

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also my funeral, to be of the simplest, nay, of the humblest. No lettres de faire part, no music, no pomp whatever, no epitaph, no inscription of name or rank, to mark the spot where my bones lie, nothing save a small cross of marble.

"On the day after my burial I wish two thousand francs to be distributed among the poor of the place where I shall have died.

"I recommend the strict accomplishment of these my last wishes to the known piety and affection of the above-named Carlo Benvenuti, my faithful servant and dear friend."

Carlino conformed strictly to the spirit and the letter of these directions. The only departure from them which he allowed, or rather had no control over it, was the great affluence of persons who followed the body to the cemetery. In the absence of Madame Moron, Carlino, as a matter of course, was chief mourner.

Monsieur and Madame Moron arrived on the day following the funeral. The telegram had missed them at Le Mans, which they had left ten months previously, and in following them to Amiens, their new abode, had lost a day. Carlino gave them a faithful account of the conversation which had passed between his master and himself in reference to Madame Moron an account with what emotion received, I leave to the reader's heart to determine.

Carlino soon found out, to his great surprise, that of all the persons who had approached his master, he was the only one not prepared for this fatal result. The phy- The opening of the deceased's will took sician from the first had looked upon the place on the day week after the funeral. In Baron as dying-a too well-founded con- the interval the Morons and Carlino had clusion, of which, in his own justification, he | been much together, and had become quite

ever have expected in the natural course of things, and we must put our heads together to find out what best to do with it. The money has come to us through suffering and sorrow, and it is but justice that some of it should return to the sorrowful and the suffering. I have often thought what a blessing it would be to our folks at Bovino if, instead of being packed off when sick to the hospital at Biella, a two hours' journey, they had a place to go in the village itself, where they could in the first instance receive some medical assistance only a small place, a couple of beds to begin with. That surely would not cost much in our parts. Nurses we should not want -you and I would be more than enough. The great difficulty would be to find a good physician to help, but we may trust to God to help us.

Carlino's legacy amounted to nearly the fourth part of the Baron's whole fortune. Carlino had lost no time in letting Victorine know of his master's death, and now he wrote again to tell her of the Baron's liberality, adding "I know from our late mas-on it; I know you are willing." ter's lips that it was his intention to provide for you in a permanent manner, and I am only acting up to his wishes and to my own conscience when I assure you that you will receive a thousand francs yearly so long as you live."

Writing on the same subject to Beata, his affianced bride, he said-" And so here we are possessors of a large fortune - large, I mean, in proportion to anything we could

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The modest cross of marble being by this time laid on the Baron's resting-place, and the Morons gone to the Castle, nothing more remained for Carlino to do than to bid an affectionate farewell to Madame Ferrolliet, and to all his other old and new friends, and to set off for his beloved country, where we wish him success in his benevolent scheme, and all manner of happiness.

THE END.

A NEW TROPICAL LANDSCAPE,

CHURCH'S JAMAICA.

THE gorgeous character of tropical scenery illustrated under the blended effect of storm and sunshine is the theme of a recent painting by Frederic E. Church, which was opened for a private view at the Goupil gallery yesterday afternoon. The scene of the landscape is on the fertile island of Jamaica, and presents a view of an interior district known as "St. Thomas in the Vale." The face of the country, as it spreads out before the beholder, and viewed as it is from an elevation, appears clothed, hill and dale alike, with the most luxuriant vegetation, bright flowers sparkling amid the masses of shrubbery and ferns, and running vines lending their picturesque and graceful forms to the enchantment of the scene. On the left of the canvas, drawn as if by inspiration, is a mass of drifting vapor, and through a rift in its centre the sunlight struggles for the mastery, tinging the weird storm-clouds with its radiating hues of golden color, and flashing over mountain and valley with a varied effect of surpassing brilliancy, and focalizing in one broad mass in the foreground. To the right a stream of water di

able phase of prolific vegetable life; until the
eye, sated with the sea of living green, turns to
the sky, and there realizing the impressive char-
acter of the phenomena of storm pictured on the
left, seeks a repose among the pearly clouds
which float on the opalescent vault of the more
distant heavens. A tender effect of atmosphere
pervades the view, and a masterly diffused feel-
ing of light shines broadcast over the landscape,
save where the storm rages. Mr. Church, in
sending this picture out from his studio, says
that it is a representative landscape, and locally
faithful to the facts of nature as characterized in
one of the most brilliant features and phases of
Jamaica scenery. In the working-up of the
picture the most conscientious care is apparent
in every detail. In color it is possibly not so
gorgeous as his " Heart of the Andes" and kin-
dred works, not so quiet and subtle as
cus," and yet it inspires feelings of admiration
for the unsensational beauty of its story, un-
equalled by any of his former efforts.

Damas

N. Y. Evening Post.

THE University of Vienna has decided to open

vides the landscape, and on either side the for- its medical lectures to, and confer medical diploests and plantations present the same intermin-mas on, women.