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O 1 \ b Cape Colony, V°C. *« of the Brit.sh reverses puntry to the northward in a state of reboliion. there, as well as thos> in are sal: to be much disâ€" . 2 e cce ced ME Guns ate of Kebellion, rt was Drisa bis one killed and M d tish U re D »t 1€ D Flank N sScott, uncer 1 posiâ€" D N it neu y unting ~tormâ€" i NiS pr bis °Ts ice. irly sil plnc nk. the ponâ€" ped to I‘s hat re 10 UF nt U 1@ At last it occurred to her that, if she made the first move, the others wou‘d soon foliow, and then, after the house was quiet, she could slip soft‘y down stairs again and secure her treasure. * So, with a ha‘lfâ€"suppressed yawn, she laid down her book, and, rising, exâ€" eused herseif and bade her oomJan- lons good night. "Goodâ€"night, Miss Ruby," Edmund Carpenter responded, his keen eyes searching her face eagerly ; "but I sha‘l doubtless be here to greet yOUu in the morning, for it is raining so hard I do not intend to return to jown toâ€"night. P.easant dreams and a refreshing s.eep to _y(?u." es e CE MCRCGUMAECUE CCC OE CC &0.0C Ruby merely bowed in reply as she passe«d from the room ; but there was something in his tone that gave her a feeing of uneasiness. "He suspects me," sho thought, as she slowly mounted the stairs, while she reasoned that if he knew the will had been there in the interior of that desk and conld not be found now, he must be sure that she had d‘scovered and conâ€" .fiealed it; and she knew that she hould not dare go down to the libâ€" rary for it while he remailned in the house, L & o it i it in dn oi ce Te AXCTCETCY When sho awoke in the morning it was still raining, and, being darker than usual, she had slept later than she was in the hal‘t of doing. "I wonder if he has gone yat?" was her Tirst thought, as she glanced at her clock and found that it was nearâ€" ly eght. ! /m a ju k & runicemet t on She arose and dressou, UUCPnp/) n more t‘me than was her custom, so that if EdAmund Carpenter had not gone, he m ght have plenty of time to take his dsparture beforo she woent down. At last she stole quietly down stairs, and thought she would just glance into the Ebrary before passing on to the d‘ning room. But, as she turned the handle of the door, it re«‘sted her effortsâ€"it was But, door, â€" locked ORA C For a moment her heart stood st‘ll, and she was sure now that it was to be "d@‘amond cut Eamond" ; but w ith a resolute setting of her chin, she ‘told herself that she would not yleld one inch of her vantag> ground unti! she â€"zas convinced that justice would be done. We los c en P ‘s cevmuneve She went on to the‘ d‘n‘ng room, | where sho found Mrs,. Gordon dawdâ€" ling over a late breakfast, and look‘ng as gloomy as the weather, while there were evidonces that someone else had broken tast there that morn‘ing. "Is Mr. Carpenter here yet ?" she asked, as she bade her sister _ goodâ€" morning. "Yes ; he safd he had some tmportâ€" ant writing to do toâ€"day, and begged the exclusive use of the library, which, being his own, one cou‘dn‘t weil reâ€" fuse, though it‘s the coziest room in the house on such a day as this. What a dreary morning !" Mrs. Gordon conâ€" cluded, with a regretful sigh, as she viewed the descending torrenmcs withâ€" out. "Yes ; and I am sorry enough, for I intended to go to town again this morning. I wonder if Thomas wou‘dn‘t take me as it is ?" Ruoy said, wistâ€" fully. L m ie Locicns se arurcbee P a dreary morning cluded, with a ref viewed the descet out. "Of course not, n rain. What can you It wou‘d be very you‘ve nothing of in you there." you tRero. . & "I wanted to go very much," Ruby l answered, with a grave, pre»occupied air, and wondering how she conld manâ€" | age to see Mr. Conant, or Mr. Rugâ€" ges, or some one whom she could irust. "Ah, good morning, Miss Ruby,"‘ said a voice behind ber, and in a faint‘y sarcastic tone, she thought. "I regret your disappointment, but per-! haps I cou‘d execute your commisâ€". sions, if you wou.d intrust them to. me, as 1 sha‘ll be going to the clity by and by." Ruby fushed slightly, but she reâ€" lerca dnmmazadtiv. as she hbelped herâ€" ING, B . E: EBCE : ROSE N CAORE . 0Cc mt 5 200 C by and by." Ruby fushed slightly, but she reâ€" pied composedly, as she helped herâ€" se‘f to a slice of toast : "Thanks, Mr. Carpenter ; but I am afraid that my dressmaker would not accept you as my substitute." "Ob, then it Is merely the making 2 CX U Shat munKas UOH 80 AEBXIOUS of a dress that makes youw so anxi0uUs to go into town. I imagined that it might be something of vital importâ€" ance, you seemed so much in earnest about ‘the matter. But surely, Miss Ruby, you can curb your vanity for a day or two, rather than brave such a storm." ET L4 uin z L 6 ene recmmcitiiess "sariAL "Certainly, the dress can wail, ind 1 can wait aleo," she answered, inâ€" differently. "Did you wish for anything in the library vyeTry particularly as you came down?t" the man pursued, coming nearer, where he cow:d took more fully into her face. "IL regret that you were fastened out. I cou‘d not find it in my heart to lock any door against you.,' Nes mone. sls fAtxenamter : A00Gt : nOL â€" JUurOâ€"3 + 2220 ERUTETC need to apo ogize for acting his pleaâ€" sure in his own house, under any cirâ€" cumstances," Ruby siid, coldly, addâ€" ing, "Estelle usually goes there to read after break{ast, so it was natâ€" JOHC CCC Y ahan‘t â€" nbeen in to find ural that I should peep in to Lind her on my way dcwn." "Ah, that was it then," he returnâ€" ed, biand‘y, but with a peculiar smile. Hoe had spent thes long night in the library. He had searched every nook and cranny of that quaint, o dâ€"fashâ€" ioned desk, and knew thait his father‘s will was no longer there. Ha know. also, that it could never h 1 & 8 1 d 1t c ic nnte s stt 0 WA He knew, also, that ‘t could never have got away without hands, and he was savisfied that Ruby Gordon had the documont in hor possession, or had concealed it in somse place where she could got it whenever she wanted it. 7 . w old i 4 1t se Aiivamnecns e raatald He hina aperture to ment. He was I ward, for | anxiety in have wa‘te meilt. He was furiouns with himsel{ afterâ€" ward, for baving betrayed so much anxiety in her pn'w‘nceâ€"he might have wa‘ted until every one was in bed, for he éould soe that she was arguing that be must have been an agent in its ecmncealment from that very fact, while hor eagerness to got into town on this stormy morning proved to him that she had something Bi‘n.n('!' _not‘eed that closely when he 1 s behind it, searo! Mr. Carpenter does not nt‘icad that she watched when he was upon his 1 it, searching in that find the long hidden docuâ€" e L EBSME NSE Ne o Sn ce ie it e ie sns se reveateays a is {" Ruoy said, wistâ€" This sudden news which she hadreâ€" ceived, and which seemed likely _ to t, in such a pouring result in the death of her own fayâ€" _ you be thinking of ?| orite sister, had had a softening inâ€" very imprudent, n!ldl fluence upon the proud woman, and of importance to take 1| she bogan to feel a good deal of comâ€" ; | punction for the part she had taken go vyery much," Ruby t against the fair girl whom she ought ° srave. preâ€"occupied | to have protected. ress can wait, and she answered, inâ€" 41 INCZE MEA But she was very cunning and pluecky. The more he betrayed his susp cions, the more cool and qell:;:‘os- hilns) Bs tds doaies hi onlfi oi n ie y T m sessed she begeame, and he admired her accordingly. He was determined, all the same, that he would extort the truth from her before the day was out. He was a desperate man, and ready for desperate measure. She had not seen fit to make any reply to his last remark, but went on qu‘etly with he break{ast, and an awkward pause followed. . idA utudff anasemfiitvtrindb@aned It was broken by the entrance of a servant, who handed Mrg. Gordon a telegram. She broke the seal in manner, face. "What is it, Estelle ?" Ruby asked, observing it. "My sister Emma is very 11â€"4ying, they fearâ€"and they have sent for me to come to Harrisburgh immediately," Mrs. Gordon replied, in trembling tones. "You will go ?t" j "Of course, I must, in spite of the stoem ; butâ€"what will you do Ruby! Wi_l you come with me ?" Ruby looked thoughtful. She did not wish to go to Harris~ burgk. She would not stay there at Forestvale another twentyâ€"four hours, and there seemed to be on‘y one thing for her to do. : s She pushed back her plate and arose as she spoke, and preesded her sister from the room, Edmund Carpenter‘s eyos following her with a sinister, :‘ trivmphant expression. § CHATPER XXXVIII. ‘ An Exc‘ting Interview. Mrs. Gordon hastened off to Harrisâ€" burgh with all possible expedition ; | and as she bade Ruby goodâ€"bye someâ€" | thing of remorse seemed to stir her | heart, for she looked wistfully in her ‘ facso and said : i " Ruby, somehow I cannot bear to go away and leave you. Iâ€"wish you would come with me." | "1 do not think it would be best. Besides, there would not be time now, \ unless you should wa‘it over another tra‘n, andâ€"I think I would rather go | to Redvilie." es "Mr. Carpenter, do you know where Mr. Rugges stops when he is in the city ?* she asked, turning to Edmund before repying to her sister. A pecw.iar light flashed into the young man‘s eyes as he mentioned a house with which she was not familiar. "Wil you.allow Thomas to take a note to him for me when he carries Este‘le to the station?t" she asked. “Cé.;ta‘f;li:y't"; uglaâ€"-';;!pli;d, beartily. "Thomas is at your service in any way." I% d sik i aa g 9ns 21. ORogt "Phen I wi‘l go to Redville, Esâ€" te‘le," Ruby said, speaking to Mrs. Gordon. "I will write him to come for me toâ€"day, _ and if he is not ready to return â€" I wil go and spend the intervening t me with Florence. Now come and I w‘ll help you get off, for, of course, you wish to start as soon as possible." * Yes, I ‘imagimne you wWill 0C SUUuCl off there than anywhore efse," Mrs. Gordon answored thoughtfully. | RUMIR PMHBESCY _ But She could not get A moment alone with him, for Edmund Carpenâ€" | ter followed them and persistently reâ€" | mained in the room â€" throughout his callâ€"thus she had no opportunity to | tell him of her discovery. . She wAas | almost tempted once to brave everyâ€" | thing and reveal it in his presence, | but the dreaded a scene, while there | was a possibility that tne young man \ micrtkt not know as much as she fearâ€" EMUCPOTE RRRCCOPTE CA SCsAE C Then she threw her arms about her young sister, and kissed her with almost passionate tenderness. my in nge LCO im long time. might not ed he did. she to d him that she had concludâ€" ed to go to Redville to stay with him for the present, and Mr. Rug:â€" gles _ appeared much pleased _ with her decision, only he said he had inâ€" tended to go home that afternoon since he had ascertained that he cou‘d do Walter no good until the time of his trial. "I can be ready to go with you this afternoon," Ruby said, eagerly. "I am not afraid of the rain.‘ "But I can walt until fair weaâ€" thor rather than take you out in such a storm," replied Mr. Ruggles, considerately. o 3 CUMIBEUICICDUCIY * "Please do not. I would rather go toâ€"day," Ruby interposed, nerâ€" vously, and then flushed as she reâ€" alized her own eagerness to get away. u i R Edmund Carpenter â€" frowned, and set his teeth hard. He knew tlhat she was anxious to be gone from his presence, which was hatelul to her. Mr. Ruggles understood â€" also, and answered : " Very well; then _ we will take the 4 o‘clock train, and I will send a carriage for you in season for it." "Thanks ; I will be ready." Ruby answered. _ But as he arose to take his leave, she began to grow eXxâ€" cited. ‘ s Oh, if she could only gs%t on@ word alone with him, to tell him her secret, and ask him what she ought to do about it. But it was imposâ€" sible, for the master of Forestvale followed them to the door, and reâ€" maincd there until the last word was said. But after her friend was gome, and it was too late, she blamâ€" ed herself for not having spoken while she had the opportunity. She turned as the door closed after him to go upstairs to pack her the seal in an agitated read it with a blanching o k 7 i s PBb cAGAd stt s us $ h_‘fi,-éfim | h k omen \ _ Her heart bounded into her throat, and she might have lost her selfâ€"posâ€" !:;ls.on entirely, but that his familiar ch angered her so. She drew back from him and lifted her head proudly. "Is it anything very special? I have all my packing to do," she kaid, coldâ€" trunk,, but Edmund ‘Carpenter came forward, laid his hand upon her shoul der with something of an air of au thority, and said: "Miss Gordon, I would like a few minutes‘ conversation with you." _ ly. "It is of so much importance ‘That I must insist; but I hope not to deâ€" tain you many minutes. Come into the parior, if you please, as what I wish to say to you is of a private nature." Ruby knew now that there was to be war, and she longed for the proâ€" tection of Mr. Ruggles. <But she braced herself for the interview, paseâ€" ing on before him into the parior, where he immediately locked the door. She turned upon him with flashing eyes at this act. a u0s and "I consider that a very unncessary proceeding, Mr. Carpenter," she said, haughtily. "I do not, begging your pardon for disagreeing with you," he reâ€" plied, with a smile of triumph. " But, to come to the point ut once, to come to the point it once, Ruby llâ€"_ She made an impatient gesture. "I object to being addressed so {amiliarly/‘ she said, autborita‘tlvely. Edmund Carpenter laughed outâ€" right at this. She looked so pretty and spirited in her anger that he rather enjoyed arousing it. _ _ " Very well, Miss Gordon, if that guits you better," he replied. " But, as I said before, to come at once to the point. I believe you have something in your possession that belongs to me." > "To what do you refer?" she deâ€" manded, meeting his eyes steadily, and not changing color in the least, although her heart was beating with a rapidity that almost suffoâ€" cated her. Her _ selfâ€"possession â€" baffied _ him somewhat, and he studied her face earnestly for a moment. Cl : " You know to what I refer,"" he answered, speaking confiqently. * A paper or document that you found last night when you broke my desk." "What paper? â€" What document ?" She was determined to make him confess before she would acknowlâ€" edge anything. X " What is the use of pretending to be so innocent?" he repiled, imâ€" patiently. "I knew that you werte watching me last night. 1 know I betrayed myself, and now I want you to give me that paper. I know you have it, beâ€" cause I have spent hours searching for it, and it could only have got away from that place in the desk by human agency." * A feeling of exultation took possesâ€" s‘on of Ruby. If he had searched hours for what he wanted and had not found it, it was evident that she had found a pretty secure hid ngâ€"place for it, and he would unot be likely to find it, even if she was obliged to go away and leave it still there until she could get advice, or send some oif:cial to take charge of it. Bugshe was bound to hear from his owh lips the extent of his knowledge and gullt, and, with a little shrug of her shoulders and an uplifting of her eyebrows, she said, with tantalzing persistency : â€""If you would please be a little more explicit, Mr. Carpouter. What was the document to which you refer ?" "My father‘s will, Miss Gordon, since you are determined to make me say it," he answered with blazing eyes, but with pale lips. "It is useless for you and me to play av cross purposes," he went on, after a moment: "Tor I am confident that you have found it, and that you are resolved to make the fact public. But that is something that I shall not alâ€" low, after all this t‘me, if I kan help it, and I insist upon your giving it up to me." "You have known ever since Mr. Raliph Carpenter‘s death, that h‘s will was concealed in that desk ?" demandâ€" ed Ruby, without appearing to hoed what he had said last. *"Yes." "Perhaps you even put, it in there yourself, Mr. Carpenter ?" "It was not all my doing," he conâ€" fessed, his glance wavering . before her clear. steady look. "It was partly by accident. It slipped down a crack }while I was examining some of my father‘s papers, and I simply allowed it to remain there." "That was very honorable!" Ruby said, with a curl of her red lips. "There never ought to have been a will made," the man retorted, sullenâ€" ly, "and when fate slipped it down that hole I could not get at it withâ€" ]out, breaking the desk to pieces." 3 ROSET Sm Rameimmimey s mt ce n on o 09 m "Would you have given it to the public if the accident had not occurâ€" red ?" Ruby quespiqned, sternly. ETe M Nentvee e hi A lurid flush shot over her com panion‘s face, and he shifted his po sition uneasily. _ '"“W;vl'l“you promise to have it proâ€" bated at once if 1 will tell you ?" Ruby asked & 55‘!&’5; I nvill not. It shall never see the ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO cried, in a towering paselon: "Do you mean that you intend to destroy it ?" y "It is no matter wlizt I mean ; but of one thing you may be very sureâ€"â€" that I will never share my inheritâ€" ance with Walter kichardson," the young man. affirmed, in a dogged tone. "It is a great crime to destroy a light of day, if I can prevent it!" he will," said Ruby. STORIES OF THEDUKE OF YORK A Brace of Them Picked Up in Lonâ€" don Last Ssummer. "I heard some rather good stories about the present Duke of York when I was in London this summer," caid H. R. Westcott, of Pittsburg, to a New York Tribune reporter. "At family luncheon at Windsor one day Prince George of Wales, then a small â€" boy, misbehaved, and his grandmother put him under the table in punishment. No complaint was made by the youthful offender, and after a certain time had elapsed the Queen asked : “fl\_\'il} you be a good boy now, Georgiel?! ‘Not yet,: grandma,‘ came the reply. After, the lapse of another period of, time the same query and reply were again made, but at the third inquiry the response came: * Yes, I‘ll be a good boy now, grandma,‘ and, permission to come from under the table being acâ€" corded him, out marched England‘s fiture King, but, sad to relate, as naked as the day he was born, he hayâ€" ing stripped himsell during his enâ€" MADE A Indiana Photographer Produces A | Curious Picture. ‘ One of the artistic marvels of the. day is the "composite Madonna," A photograph which Joseph Gray Kitchâ€" ell, of Indianapolis, has succeeded in making from ali the extant Madonnas of the old masters. It is looked upon as a triumph of tho photographer‘s art, typifying in one picture all the various schools of art which are repireâ€" sented by the Madonnas over which the world of art has raved for hunâ€" dreds of years. The production of the "composite Madonna‘"‘ was made posâ€" sible by the use of perfected lensos of Jena glass, â€" special orthchromitized plates, and a gimple, but ingenious apparatus for correct juxtaposition in \exposum by which orbital, nasal and labial lines were placed in correct reâ€" & 1 : n ans s g‘lste.'. forced seclusion ‘beneath board. "At another time, when they wer®‘ be put down, and vNat a maratt cU | grown older, Prince George and the| be kept upon a Christmas Day." 1 late Duke of Clarence, who, was familâ€" | _ For attending Civine sorvice in the iarly known as ‘Collars and Cults," ! cathedra) on that day many people were in the navy, and at a Brazilian | were mobed. The inhabitants divi led port. There they met some! English | themselves into two partios â€" the people, and Prince‘ George was someâ€" | C ristmasites and the anti Curistm sâ€" what pronounced in his attentions t0 | itesâ€"anmd came to hlows. one of the young women. _ This tho| On Dec. 24th, 1652, an orderâ€"inâ€" Duke of Clarence thought was not aS | Council was issued, proclaiming that it should be, and that the difference | "no observation shall be had of the in position made such attentions ON | fiveâ€"andâ€"twonticth day of December, the part of Prince George wrong. He | commonly called Christmas Day, nor accordingly . remonstrated with his | any solemnity used or exercised â€" in younger brother, who stood it pASSâ€"| churches upon that day in respect ively for a time, but finally turned to | thereof." him with: ‘Oh, you go whistle "God| ‘This was simply a reproclamation Save Your Grandmother," and leay@| of an edict of 16‘7, abolishing Christâ€" n attand to my own affairs." | mas, Easter, Whitsuntide and all L L osa+ ol oR 3o en n d on t nfi i 4 a 2 c i44 00 i) Save Your Grandmother," and leay@| of an edict of 16‘7, abousning Culi®! me to attend to my own affairs." t mas, Easter, Whitsuntide and all| ' | Iy days. Soldiers were sent HELPPULNESS OF ADVERTISING | ?:,hfgehl‘;o’usgs‘yof n\l‘l’l‘;‘u:;,‘cu,\{ h erâ€"| At this season the wise merchant is | sons to search the ovens and larâ€" especially careful to place his advorâ€" | ders and carry away for their own tisement where it will assure the | consumption â€" all seasonable dainties greatest returns, and the forchanded | found therein. People who ate mince buyer peruses it for helpful hints in l pies and decorated their houses with the selection of Christmas presonts. | evergreens . were declared unworthy With the groat Christmas holiday so | of sitting in Parliament. near, people who are willing to purâ€" But the restoration of King Charles chase are eager for suggoestions which | was also the restoration of King will help them to a decision as to | Christmas, who has ever since reignâ€" what they want. The merchant who | ed undisturbed. But the Puritan‘s describes his wares in this issuegets | hatred of Christmas lingered long the custom, and the advertisoment | among the Nonconformists. reader gets the best bargains. It has now disappeared and serâ€" reftrenlinneinred mb rtrnitinc AAiriirnint s Cw =* vices are held in all places of worship hlf thet;:r‘lmgou "“t‘lefi'w “:o;:fi;‘;" on Christmas Day, bwhilo the rest is as Ccon ngue, sallo * ebrated equall all sects. ion, a dose of Miller‘s Worm Powders celeb * s is what is required; pleasant, harmâ€" Doubt whom you will, but never 3 100. nmmeatcar _ Mvan. (To be Continued.) ‘The s)"svt.(;r'{xw;fliopted was that COoMprostTE MADoONNA. the family As everybody knows, Christ was not born on Dec. 25th, and Christmas, though celebrating His birth, is really a survival of the heathen festivalâ€" among the Celts called Yule and by the Romans Saturnalia â€"celebrating the turning point of the year and the henceforth increasing power of the On this account the Puritans deâ€" nounced Christmas as a heathen and Popish feast and did not obsorve it. During the Commonwealth they carâ€" ried their objections into force and forbade the celebration of Christâ€" mas. In 1644 Parliament ordered Deâ€" cember 25th to be strictly kept as a solemn fast, and that all people should pass the day in humbly beâ€" moaning the great national sin which they and their ancestors had hitherâ€" to committed on that day by eating boar‘s head, drinking ale flavored with roasted apples, devouring plum pudâ€" ding and romping under the mistleâ€" toe. For twelve years this order reâ€" mained in force. Municipal authorities also sought to reduce Christmas Day to the level of other days We are told that, "Upon Wednesday, Dec. 2ind, 1647, the cryyer of Canterbury, _by the apâ€" pointment of Master Maior, openly ily | proclaimed that Christmas Day and all other superstitiouns festivals «hould eraA ‘ be put down, and that a market should the| be kept upon a Christmas Day." }‘“" For attending Civine sorvice in the ;ffl» cathedra) on that day many people ian | were mobed. The inhabitants divided lish | themselves into two partics â€" the meâ€" | Coristmasites and the anti C irl «tm 8: to l itesâ€"and came to hlows. the| On Dec. 24th, 1652, an ordorâ€"inâ€" tw by which generally similar paintings were placed in a separate class, each picture in a class was photographed successively on a plate that became the composite negative of its class, each class was similarly photographed, prints from each negative thus o+ tained afforded the material for the final composite negative, from which the Kitchell composite Madonna is a direct print. s BIV Ew 1020 C EWSMLatwes EERECeRTC PC CCCIR The result is said to be marvellous and remarakbly distinct for a blemk of so many faces, yet it is «strangely mysterious and composite~ and very diffitult to describe. * i ga\ Joseph Gray Kitchell, who n&v’ d all this, is a native of (‘filcinn*fis years old,. For ten years he liv in Xew York, but for two years has conâ€" ducted a photozraph studio in‘ Indianâ€" apolis He comes of a family of artâ€" ists, an uncle being decorated with the TLerion of Honor cross for paintings in France, and he is a cousin of Mme. Julie Riveâ€"King, the pianist. PDoubt whom you will, but never doubt yourselves.â€"Bovee. an *4 How It Threatened to Ruin Goodâ€" Mearted Boll nger. "I can‘t go into this Christmas business very beavy, but I will buy something for mother," said young Mr. Bollinger. "She at least shall b@ remembered, because since I‘ve left home and gone to living in boarding houses I begin to understand how, much mother used to do for me." While bhe was looking in the winâ€" dows for something that would deâ€" light his mother, the thought came to bim: "What will father think if I send mother something and don‘t remember him? Of course, he would never pretend to notice the slight, and perbaps he wouldn‘t think of it at all. But I‘m sure that nothing would please him more than a litâ€" tle gift from me». I‘ll send something to father and mother. I owe more to them than to aM the other people w h on earth, and they‘re entitled to my Christmas presents as long as I have any to give.". lEA MHis mind, thus having settled to a conclusion, was at peace, until he happened to wonder what his sisters would think when they were shown the beautiful presents which he was to give to his parents. _ Fae “’l‘hey would â€" think it rather strange," he said,. "Of course, they would be delighted to know that I had remembered father and mother, but wouldn‘t they wonder why I had neglected them? Oh, well, they shall have something. It can‘t be anyâ€" thing expensive, but it will be enough to show that I remember them aud the same as ever." 1 of him to send gifts to his married sisters and ignore the husbands of these married sisters. 00| 000 _ At the end of a week, following the same course of reasoning, he had decided that it would be necessary for hint to remember : His mother. ; His father. His sister, Clara Clara‘s husband. Clara‘s oldest boy, "Charley." Clara‘s second boy, "Shrewsbury." Clara‘s youngest boy, "Oliver." Clara‘s girl baby, "Louise." w(‘in"t'il-; fc;!l(;\k'{;{g day it occurred to him that it ‘.vou.l‘d be rather shn!lfl){ The young man about to marr) â€" trude. His brother, Alexander. Alexander‘s law partner. His cousin, Hamilton. Hamilton‘s wile. Hamilton‘s four childrenâ€"names gotten. His three friends in the flat. His landlady. BNdNEmCC His three friends in the flat. His landlady. The two waitressos. The janitor. The janitor‘s wife. The janitor‘s twins. The elevator man. The office boy. The cashier at the dairy lunch. The crippled newsboy at the corner. Ah, let it be peace on earth and good will toward men," but how many are there like Mr. Bollinger, who canâ€" not reach all of those who deserve to be remembered ? Clara‘s girl baby, *"L.ouise. . His sister, Alice. Alice‘s husband. Alice‘s only boy, "Roland." Alice‘s only girl, "Genevieve." His sister, Gertrude. A pair of skates. A g?cyole- A goat cart. A hobby horse, A box of blocks. A toot chest. A set of books of adventure. A box of marbles. A musical top. A Purch and Judy show. A set of tenpins. A miniature set of billiards. A bright necktie. A silver match box, A kn‘fe with four blades. A football. A set of chessmen. A mew bookcase for his own room iA wellâ€"framed picture that appeals to his taste. A punching bag. A pair of boxing gloves. A scarf pin. A pair of football trousers. A hbose cart, with reel attacked, large enough for him to ride upon. A set of soldiers with gay uniforms. A watch that keeps correct time. TOO MUCH GOODWILL. DALLEYS SUNMSBR REMEDY Â¥You do not know when you may have Summer Complaint. _ Jt comes like a thief in the night. ers ete hot for Baldur, the beautiful, being _ incivteda thereto by Loki, as Balour was imâ€" pervious to arrows of all other wood. Hence in the process of symbolism came kissing under the mistietoe, which is supposed to make the maidâ€" en‘s heart susceptible to the tender passion. id ninles ht Wedding Houses in Old England. In olden times cervain towns and villages in England used to possess a wedding house, where poor couples, after they had been wedded at church, could entertain their friends at a small cost, the only outlay being the purchase of such provisions for their guests as they brought with them, the house for the day being given free of pa vyment. & a n( ma nal sul all etors The use of mistlotos at Christmas is a curious reversion to Druidical and "eandinavian mythology. 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