Then a laugh, clear ami rcsoncnt, liko tbo voice, rang out on the drowsy atmos phere, "Take care! That is nicely done, only you don't look pleanod enough. How do you know I am not the benefi cent spirit you were so carnebtly invck ing a moment ago?" Stanley was silent for a moment, cool ly scanning her from head to fret Then dropping lazily back upon the grans, ho smiled skeptically. 44 Tho spirit of reposodoea not harrow men's souls by sitting and laughing at them, nor does she make them gel up and bow to her." "Indeed?" 44 No; she cornea like a breath of sum. mer air, laden with tho intoxicating fra grance of flowers, and tho drowsy hum of lec8. Lightly as a thistle-down, she, touches brow, and lips, and hair, and tired humanity sinks into tho somno lence, tho oblivion, of perfect rent" Tho brown eyes contemplated him, for a moment or two, reflectively, and in silence. 44 Evidently you aro a very tired mor tal. I imagine you aro overworked, and if I may hazard a guess, I should say that your labor baa been mental, rather than physical. Your brain jiower and nervous forco aro overdrawn, and al most exhausted. Were I your physi cian, I should proserin a week's rent, a fishing excursion, or something of tho sort, in order to give iinpoTeriidicd na ture a chance to replenish her reoure cs." 44 A week's rest! " reju-atM Stanley, almost contemptuously. " As well offer a bite of picklo to a starving wretch! And & fishing excursion! It is plainly evident that you can not conceive utter weariness of tho world and all it con tains. Why, if a Cab were to com to mo and bg, with team ia its '-yea, to I? impaled upon my hook, I could not sum- TIIK ISLAND OF KKST. mon up sufficient energy to grant it re quest No, no; what rest can there W for tho mind, but that born of oblivion?" M Hush!" said his listener, solemnly, "Oblivion means death. Would you court oblivion, at tho cost of existence?" " I scarcely know," ho answered, mcd itatively. 44 So much depends upon what death really is. I only know that tho supremo with of my heart is that I might close my eyes, this sunny afternoon, only to open them in some realm where care, anxiety, effort and ambition aro unknown; where tho sweet spirit of re joho holds supremo sway, assiated only by such hand-maidens as touch tho sin uous nature Into fullest and most volup tuous enjoyment Imagine the unal. loyed bliss of an e xistenc in which you could gnzo at the yellow orb of day, without having to n memU'r how many millions of miles lay Mwwn it ami your planet; without harboring a suspicion of tho existence of a solar system. Think of ln'ing able to inhale tho fragrance of sweetest blossoms, without ever d ream ing of trying to name and clarify them! Think of a fellow clasping to his breast some fair U'ing of his love, and closing his eyes in blissful unconsciousness of such dark shadows a house rent, gro cer's bills, and jarsgoric bottles. Think of - " Ho paused suddenly, and lis tened. as h heard, not far away, the shouting of childish voices, and the scamper of small fret among the bushes. She aro smiling, and sJd: 44 My children are searching for me, and I must bid you adieu." 44 Your children!" ho echoed, litcrrd ulously. 44 Yes, my claw; I am a teacher, out liolanizing with my pupils." 44 A b acher! Then you can not be a stranger to wearin-. You want know what it is to tired" A 'softened, addend-light cam into tkJUautiful eye. M Wearing and I