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pine-t L. of Al- do IN ' Not he said. bitterly. "You have men ail generosity all grscious con- desvension. But though you may stom I cannot presume." "Cracioua. condescendon! What no ' any» are you toning? Do you want to _al:e me angry. Mr. Wildairt" "You no unjust. Mr. Wildnir. Amy Earle, the heiress. in in no way diffu- ont than the Amy Earle of former days. I don't think I ever gave you grounds for that reproach." Miss Karla’s blue eyes dropped. and the rosy light tinted the rounded enacts. But it was not the flush of displeasure; and her voice. timid 3nd fluttering. had nothing of anger in it whgn she spoke. 7 “1va only dared say what lthink." the young man murmured. "Put no --yoi1 would call me mad, presumptu- ous and impertinent. I must nut for- get that it is not tho little Amy of bygone days hut Miss Earle. the hair- em. I stand beside, and that lam a panniless lawyer. obliged to drudgo for my daily broad." lightful dream, and I would no? ho any one else than Amy Earle. the heir- ass. for all the world. What do you think of me. after that Confession. Mr. Georgg Wildair?” pir.al perfume transformed the ply-e from the dull earth to the realms of fairy land. "Oh. how nice!" the little heiress eried. "Moonlight and music, flowers and fragrance, and fountains, and ew. erything vharming! I suppose it's vul- gar and no on-N' Mrs. Sterling says -to go off into raptures about things a4 I do. but I can't help it. She rails it gushing and ill-bred; hut I do love pretty things--musie and flowers and lovely dresses and brilliant balls: and I can't help saying so, let people think ytahtt.te.,r please. Life is one long. do- e waltz, the music whereof w” as the musiv of the spheres, and they seemed to float not on vulgar waxed floor, but on impalpable air. And George \Vildair, with his arm enrircling the taper waist, his eyes slight. his face radiantly handsome as the darling of the gods whirled her out of the glaring ball-room into the green dusk and syl- van quiet of a cool conservatory. Far and faint. and unuttemhly sweet. mum tho music from the hall-room; soft and silvery floated in the bright mownlizht through the open windows; tinkling fountains plashed in their "marble- basins. watched over by pain goddesses and tropical plants, and tro- Miss Earle lot bar favored cavalier take her into supper. and sparkled more brightly than the champagne and Ntrelie. And after suppeAr they had Mr. Wildair strolled through the rooms carelessly while waiting for his turn to ho blessed. Bo didn't care to dance since he could not dance with her. so he watched the others, lean- ing idly against e pillar. and weaving rose-lined dreams of the golden future to come. .. You're to have a waltz and a quad- rille, and you’re to take me to supper. Our waltz, Captain Frazer? Au rovoir, George." . "She calls me George. and she fa- vors me as I see she favors none other here. " she is not the variant ooquetto that over flirted a fan. and made play- Lhings of men's hearta. the game is already mine." shi; glided away, and the young man? healt throb_bed high with, hope. She sorihhlod his name with I mite of 3 gold pencil and flushed her ivory ttthltts/ut his eyes. Through e long vista ot gorgeous moms. ethwert the glitter of gen end the gleam of jewels end the wild sweet music of a German welt: Mr. Wildair went to meet his fairy princes. He and seen her eeverel times eince the night " the play hat he we: now to meet her at e West-end party; amaz- nigNasnt affair, where the creme do In crane of the West-end assembled in (hauling toilets and where the young lawyer wee almost unknown. "But any friend of dear Miss Earle'e." quoth Mrs. Goldhem, the giver of the least. when “had. for an invitation, "must needs be welcome;" end so Mr. Wil- dair received 3 card. and went in all the purple and fine linen the nobler lex dare don, and looked the handsom- est man in the rooms. Miss Amy Earle thought In as she . Mr. Wildair paid his respects to his hmtess. and then sought out the belle of the ball. She received him with her brightest glance and most bewitching smile. of her hand. "Engigod for this Gita and for the redowa; but after that- than!" s, George Wildair'a heart sank all at once as he watched her receiving her perpetual incense as a princess might; enu his high hopes suddenly fell. "What if I should miss again!" he thought with a. sickening feeling of apprehension. "What chance has a ' Too late. monaieur."she said, gayly. l plump: to his request for the honor poor fellow such as I am, among those millionaires. and sons of millionaires? And yet little Amy isn't the sort of girl to marry for money. She is ot the sentimental kind, that slope with the conchman, and think love in a voltage the height of earthly bliss. M hat is it the grand old cardinal says in the play! 'In the vocabulary of great men there is no such word as (all? Courage, mon uni! You'll tho heiress yet! Victory sits at helm!" FOR THE Ti-iiiiii"h'i'ihiig= CHEAPER IV. wm Mr. \Vildair dutifully mailed in the course of tho day, and had a. long, deli- cious. lover-like talk with his Amy. And from that time forward all went "Nor any good, my poor Amy! But. I will try and like him for your Fake. Now go to bed and let me go I'm not in love, you know, Amy, and 1 really should prefer a comfortnhle sitysyt ttttttlr _ (192911101103 lawyers" "You don't like pCOr George," Amy said clinging round her. "Ah! how cruel that is, Mrs. Sterling, when you d0n_'_t know any evil ahout him," "It in almost five o'clock. my pet, and high time you were in bed. Go, and may Heaven Moss you and make you happy!" "Of course I do. Would I m‘cepr him elsuct He is so delightfully handsome. you know; and he waltzes divinely: and he talks like the hero of a novel. What mgfe could any reasonable girl desire_?" Mrs. sterlirig sighed hetisrilr She lifted the hidden [Me and kissed it ten- derly. T Miss Earle gave a hsateritiat little laugh, keeping her flushed [ace persis- tently hidden. ___ - "1 rope so. dssstr---poor John! But tell me. my child. do you love this man?-" really love him, as a woman should love. the man she is to marry? ed "To George Wildair?" "Yes. to George. Oh! You don't know how dearly he loves me-- you don't know how bitterly he feels the difference bvhlkn my wealth and his poverty. As if it mattered. you know, whieh of us had the money, so that we have it. it be bad the throne of the universe he would lay it at my fret. And John-dear old Jrhn--he will lie pleased will he not, Mrs. Starling? They were such old, old friends, George and he." "‘Déar Mrs. Sterling how good you are! I didn't know now to tell you. Yes," very falteringly, "I am Pngag- ed." - "Oh, forgive mel But if you can forget in your grant kindness, the dif- forenco between us. I cannot; I oun- not forget that you no Dorothy an. donbrook'a heiress, and that I am a. lpennileso lawyer, I cannot forget that II love you. mad that I am mad for my poms!" I "George!" l "Dearest Amy, my love, my darling, llet me tell you all my madness now, then Innish me forever from your 'bright presence, if you will. I loved you in those days long ago when you !were no heiress, but my dear little jplaymate. Your image, pure and [bright as those shining stars up Fon- der, has been with me ever since. And now when Imeet youln your d.azylintr beauty. in your unutterable kindness, is it any wonder that the old love grows even at first sight, too much for one heart to hold? Amy, Amy,soe me at your feet, not daring to ask for your love. but to implore your forgive- neas for telling you mine. Pardon my mavl presumption, my love, my queen, and then Lanish me forever." Mrs. Sterling looked at her. How fresh, how sweet, how innocent, how young she was in her fresh dainty ball-dress, with that timid flush on her cheek, and that wistful, humid light in the starry eyes. All the mother's heart within her went out in infinite compassion to the orphaned heiress. "Yes, my little ond, come in and tell am all about it. Ah. my Amy, do you think I am quite blind?" ' Amy hid hér hot face, in the matron- ly lap. -- "Please may I (2de int" girl, said, faltering”. Mrs. Sterling was wise in her pene- tration, That night. or rather next morning. in the gray and dismal day- dawn. when they rem-had home. Amy came peeping timidly into her room. The elder lady sat quietly disrobing herself for bed. vary grave, very grim. Mrs. Sterling frowned angrily Yes, there was no mlstaking the meaning of those rapturous Cacrs. "lle has ret- son to congratulate himself, no doubt." she thought bitterly. "He has sevured the h~iress and her money, but ' poor. silly, sentimental child, she will pay a life-long penance for this mad folly. He is not a good man-he is selfish and false, and mean to the core of his heart. Heaven knows I love the child dearly. and would save her if Icou1d. but one might as well talk to the wind that blows, and hope to vhange it, as rc, a romantic girl in love." And then the pretty head, "sunning over with "urls," dropped on his shoul- der, and George Wildair, half delirious with delight, ('lasped her in his arms. and held bur there-a triumphant con- queror. Miss Earle and Mr. Wildair were long in returning to the Fall-room; so long that people were smiling signifi- rantly. and whispering prophetirally when they did return. "SP? ‘n hat radiant faves th"y “earl" some one said to Mrs. Sterling. "They 'tread on thrnm-s' just now instead of dull earth. No one ever looks like that oxoept young ladies and gontlemenin the first ecstasy of engagement. My dear madam. your occupation, like Othello's. will soon be gone." "Rise. George; just think if any- body rams in and caught you, you know. And, oh! please don't say such dreadful things! I don't want you to go away forever." The eloquent voice died out: he knelt on one knee before her, his head bowed to receive his doom, his face divinely handsome in the pale moonlight. Amy's whole face flushed with rapture as she looked. This was love, this was devo- tion. this was the dream of her life! Claude Melaotte raving mad for love of leantiful Pauline, could not have wooed more romantically than this. And he was so handsome, too with the fare of a Greek Apollo, and the tongue of a. masculine siren! Miss Earle stretched out one tiny hand trtitter withrings. and lifted her lover up. "Amy!" The ringed white hand fluttered out again and nestled into his. . "You great silly, George! to think that my foolish fortune could make any differtuwe in me. Ah! don't fro, George. I don't want you to leave me forever." "Amy! Oh! for Heaven's sake don't deceive me with falua hopes now! Be merciful. and hid me go." The pretty lips pouted. "It seems to me you an very anx- ious to go, Mr. Wildair. Of ('ourse'you must if you insist Upon it: but mind, I don't bid you." Mrs. Star! ng smiled. then she tugh- the little l This sultry August evening, Miss ,I'Iurle stands alone at the, droning- i, room window, gazing out, with dreamy [blue eyes. at the exquisite summer ’proupect A velvet lawn. a, brilliant _ rlower-garden, with a splashing foun- l, tain, and bees and butterflies blooming ii" roses and lily-hells; swelling mom plows; rich with golden harvest, and dense black slopes of woodland down f to the shore of the Dove. A lovely (prospect, in the hush of the summer l sunset, the sky all pearl and azure,and l in the far west & gorgeous flame of I lurid glory. "I wonder if I shall see him this owning? He is always there in the tuilizht, playing. Oh, how he does play! No mortal hand ever made such heave-NV music before." in». Very pretty she was looking in her summery white muslim with blush. roses in her breast, and the nimbus of amber hair rippling down to her slen- 'der little waist, I Yes, it had tronie% that Georze WiHair was nearly a year in tlm vold The vaohivn-mired heiress stood look- im.: at this splendor ot earth and sky, v. it!: "y'll' that saw nothing oi its, radi- 'Ut is as isolated and lonely aspect, dear Mariana's Bfoated Grange,' Ft the young lady said. "A murder mighthe done in the depth of yonder woodland by a. second Eugene Aram, and no one be the wiser It's a. dear, de, Iisrhtful, dismal old place. and I mean to make it my permanent home." The August roses were all in scar-i let bloom around that fair northern) mansion, deep in the heart of the most beautiful part of that beautifulnoun-, try, Cumherland. It stand quitealone, an imposing structure of red Mil-k, buried in a wilderness of trees. So high. so dark, towered those, oaks,and; gloomy aims and grand old firs, that, the green gloom of the woods was (luskily cool in the moat} Maxim: noon-: tide. It had been called Fir-Tron Hollow,“ once upon a. time; but, when; it passrod into the hamlw of Miss Amy) Earle. that romantic little lady lad} rechristened it immediately as "Black-1 wood Grange." I X 777 lifted up the wounded man. The dulled eyes turned upon the police- man's face, the dying tongue uttered one word: “Isabel." No more. The head tell hack,one last convulsive three, and Secure Wildair night?" "No living creature beside was! to be seen along the whole length of the si- lent street. The sharp report of a pistol rang out on the midnight air. Policeman x 777, strolling leisurely along the next street, sprang his rattle and rush- ed for the Spot, Under the gas lamp tl man lay ex- tended, stiff and cold. and still. the life-blood pumping out at every breath. September passed. Ox-toher came. On the fourth of the month, the "night he- fore the bridal," everything was ready. In the heiress' dressing-room lay spread out in splendid army, the mag- nificent wedding-robe, the veil, the wreath, the orange blossoms. In the heiress' drawing-room Mr. Wildair sat, bending devotedly over her, and talk- ing as men do talk on their wedding eve. Both were radiantly happy and hopeful. No shadow ot the awful doom hovering over them darkened that blissful hour. He was near the Temple. He had turned the corner of the street, and was searching in his rmketq furhis latch-key, when the figure of a man started out of the shadow of the houses and confronted him. The, light of the {ramp shone full upon George Wildair's ace. "To-morrow is your wedding day, George Wildair," said a deep, stern voice; "but to-morrow’s sun will sure- ly rise on a widowed bride. Traitor! perjurerl take your doom!" July wore away. London became in- supportable. of course. and Miss Earle fluttered away with the other butter- flies to Scarborough. Mr. Wildair fol- "ted faithfully. The marriage was fixed for October 5th. There was to be amtrgntfieent wedding, a gorgeous nxuakfast. andoa trip to the continent. The wedded pair would spend the winter and spring abroad. and return with the June roses to_their London mansion. "Great Heaven!" he thought; a false, foreswnxn wretch 1 am serve the doom I invoked, and bel Vance is still living, Isabel is just the woman to stab um heart for my perjury." on velvet. There wee no hard-hearted (ether or fruity guardian to lash the mouth flow of love’l tide to frenzy- Mine Earle we: her own mistress. Mrs. Sterling might disapprove. but she had nexuthority to forbid the wooiryr. - don. Belipsed belles lifted their drgop- in: heads now; the heiress had retired from the ranks, and there was balm of Gilead for their bruised hearts onve more. It was late when Mr. Wildair depart- ed. He lingered, lovingly, cltvaping the little hands, and kissing the sweet. girlish face. He had utterisd the terrible invoca- tion himself, and solemn and awful game fps Anemprr of that stern "Amen!" whim: Irait responded. The com drops started out " George Wil- dair's brow. It was a cloudy, ovucast night. The moon, pale and watt)”, the scudding clouds and raw wind threatening rain. George Wildair walked briskly away in the. direction of his chambers. The cabs that rattled past him were filled with people from the theatres; he pre- ferred the brisk walk to the crush and discomfort of an omnibus. ile seemed to walk on air. as though she had never existed. Now tshe arose before him ard she had stood that night long ago. when she had risk- ed 'a lortune to meet him, pale and menacing. "“11.me prove false to you, I pray quj that I may die!" _ 7 ter Isitfier drvavwrintindiit atter disimat drudgery, after dull despair-at last innspitg of lint-0th)! Hardenhrookl" nd Sammy wuldénly; like a flash came the [11. .uory of Isabel Vance. He had forgrpttfn YT as complqtely of1ates Tho ehiiiirGGGiriiVi'iLiri7iii,"tnd tho young barrister was envied and ataerd,,.b,r. halt.tte ,qtlryrpyCut, Lon- C."Good-night," he said, "for the last my), my love, my darling. my bride." "At last," he said, drawing a long breath; "at last, wealth, and, ease, and luxury, and ever delight this world has t? give, will L mine. At last, at- wonder if I shall see him to- are. The head fell hack,one last ive three, and George Wildair cold corpse. CHAPTER V I de- if Iss.. Vance to the "what Esquimalt. in British North Amer- iva, is the only place in the British Em- pire, according lo a. recent climalolog- ical repart, that exceeds London in cloudiness. Esquimalt in also ihe slams. eat place in the. empire. while Adelaide. in Australia, is the driest. Ceylon is the hottest. and Northwest Canada the coldest. possession that the flag of Eng- land floats over. lo the suds enough lloiling water to make it the original ternrerature,then tub chem out as quickly as possible. rins, in Near water equally as warm. wring very dry. then pull :lnl stretch into shape. and also pin to the linein shape. This hat, is especially necessary in undervests. One would rather have the bottom of these garments shrink than the neck and sleeves, and the I art that is lower dries last. Use extra pins to keep the garment outstretched.anrl pull it several times while it is drying. Do not hang flannels out of doors in freezing weather, as anything that re- tards drying mum’s shrinking. iron upon the wrong side while slightly damp. pushing tho iron hard to stretch the goods as much as lossiNe. I ttse wager as hot as I can hear my hand in " th comfort. uni make a good strong suds of ivory sow. allow- ing the flrrnnels io soak a little while, not more than half an hour. Pushing them into one vornm‘ of the tub. ladd i "All will come right in. the end."she gthought. "She will marry John, yet, I and both will be happy. He loves her, I I know, and she is learning every day l to love him." The woolen threads have a multi- tude of tiny fihres whivh when wet Ile- come interlaced, an! if the garment is dried without pulling and stretch- ing, shrinkage takes plum As amat- ter of wourse. many do not advor‘nte a washhoard for flannels. I do not find a hoard to LP the, least injury. and as it hastens the work, I am decidedly in favor ct one. TO YOUNG MOTHERS. One often hears complaints from in- experienced mothers that after a few weeks the baby's flannels are so shrunken they are scarcely fit to use. I remember my own experience, I trusted to my hired girl to do this work and when the baby was three months old 1 had the pleasure of buy- ing new undervesw an] night-dresses; you may be sure that. I was very-are- ful how these were washed and dried. If these tiny garments are washed with pure soap. dried quickly, and well stretched. thetneel be no " fulling."' "Miss Rotten. of Mount Hotter), is one of my pupils. I lingered over her lesson rather late. and sat out to re- turn, despite the entreuties of the fam- ily. I think I should have paid for my folly by perishing in the snow-drifts, if I had not had the good fortune to encounter you. Your destination is Blarkwood Grange, I presume?" To be Continued. _Amy Earle had spent a very dreary winter. The now had fallen thick and high around Blackwood Grange, and the wild winds had howled through the leafless trees. The roads were utter- ly impassable. Society became amean-' ory of the past. Mrs. Sterling and her ward found life as hopelessly dull as ever did Mariana in her Grange. Their only visitor was the clergyman ot St. Jude's, and occasionally a flying visi- tation from John Sterling. Dr. John Sterling, with his cheery face and hearty, voice, and loud, hearty laugh and genial good humor, came like a sunburst in upon their darkness: and Amy grew to count the days of his ab- sence dre'arily, and wish "dear old Jack" would only come and live with them for good. And Mrs. Sterling listened in secret exalte- tion. "Hallo!" cried John, "you know; me, do you! By jove! I wish you joy of your eyesight. for it would puzzle 1; cat to see in this gloom." "Oh, indeed! I have seen: you, then, and heard you play. Very happy to make your acquaintance. Mr. Latour. and I shall be happier when we get out of this confounded tmow-storm. How came you belated so far from the vil- Inge?" trove, end another men we. the "him" at Amy Earle‘s thought- thie August meet. She had been very sorry, unutterebly shocked. at her bbtrothed'a tragic death; there had been womanly? webep- lnc and hrateriei.-but she had never loved the dead man with any very Passionate devotion after all. The hysterics passed, and Mr. Wildalr was buried, and Miss Earle retired in crepe and hominzlne and the seclusion of the great Cumberland mansion, and became a most hopeless prey to ennui and sense“. novels. They had buried him, and ‘no clew had been, found to the mysterious and awful death: and, now, scarce a year after, he was for- gotten. He had been a. selfish Syba- rite all his lite, and there were few to regret his tragic end. "I have heard saur voice before," said his companion, quietly; "and I have} Food memory for ypirtes." "And who are sou/my friend?" in- quired Dr. Sterling. 7 "My name is Vic-for Latour-the new organist of St. Jude's." "It is three miles from here to St. Jude'tr--too far for any mani on such a night. You had hatter come with me; I think I can insure you a sup- per and a bed."' _ .. You are very good," tho strang- er answered. "1 accept your offer with thanks, _indeed, Dr. Storing." John Sterling stopped see the man's face, but baffled him. But "man proposes----" You know the proverb. John Sterling him.. self dashed all these,bopes to the ground. It was a tempestuous March night; the wind howled and the snow fell, and the darkness was as the darkness of Erebua. The young doctor wasplung- ing along tha blockaded road from St. Jude's in fur cap and overcoat, and armed with a stout stink. He knew every inch of the way. and no tempest that ever shrieked through theearth was fierce enough to keep him prison- er. He plunged along reusolutely,uith the sleet slashing in, his face, and was within a quarter of a mile of Black- wood Grange, when nlelated wayfar- er started out from the shelter of a tree and faced him. "1 have lost my way,", said a pecu- liarly clear and melodious voice. "I want to go to St. Jade's, I am al- most perished-will you kindly direct met" (‘LOUDIER THAN LONDON ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO and tried to the darkness _ l The captain with an impressive show ‘101' manoeuvring and secrecy slips the ‘ coin in the hand of some one. on his (own side. of course, and that person “should receive it without moving it ‘muscle of his countenance. or other- lwise betraying his trust. as si le “must the kept in darktst ignoranc» as to the 'whereabouts of the. halt-dollar. The captain of B now orders "Jenkins Up" again. and the A hands, palms toward ,3 bat all closet. are once more thrown :in air. "Jenkins Down" brings .ll the hands on the table-lop spread out flat and with palms down. At this stage of affairs the B's must have their wits ‘alzout them an-l their eyes like s 'hawk's. They must guess which rar- 'ticular A hand holds the coin, the on- iject lteing to keep that hand in o "place on the table until all the otherl 'are ordered off. The critical moment tis when the last “Jenkins Down" is ,ordered and the hsnds have to be flat- 'tened on the table-top without rattl- ‘ing or chinking the coin. The guess; ' ing side must Le misled as muah as pos. Bible, the holder of the coin endeavor.. 'ing to look as innocent as nay be. and :all the others sssuming as great an 2,r,',r,',',',','2,'re of guilt as lies within tir.ir latrnrmsnd. 'Fifty points are usually {called s come. If, for instants-e. there int-e four hon-d3 on the table when the icoin is uncovered, that countrtour for lthe side holding it. They retain it for ltne next round and so on until the {guessing side succeeds in "locating" the twin an keeping the hunt under which in; lies, on the table until th t last mom- ent. . I MAGIC MUSIC. l cum uuu nucpul‘ cut, uuuu under wmcn Fi ' . ' F . " , . ' . irst Klondike Miner, amused - gums on the tahle until th _ last mum-: ll hal made you get 'url in”, ly fat . . " ldett.s to pull your sledgu! Mun ortra,R " . 1'.ey MUDIC: "ill go (mi-e as hr in a iss Magic Mqu us the caytrsatiturtitu' Second Kionu,ike . Mar. M. "Iv-Not of I merry llttle olti-Uanumed game when other pm- Gioa, gin "ut. i There are a number of pretty little :games which require quivknvss and in- genuity. These are interesting, and. tor a small party of bright and well- read people are most amusing. We find, however, that most people protest against being continually called upon to exercise their ingenuity. Even the astonishingly clever ones are some- times quite content to he merely am- used. So we will leave the games that (ell for rhymes. couplets, and a display of learning for another time. JENKINS UP. A game that has been in high favor this season is familiarly known as "Jenkins Up." What the more digni- fied title may be or if there is one, history fails to say. It should be play- ed by at least eight people, and as many (more as can be comfortably gathered about a reasonably large round table. Suppose ten are going to play. Then there will be five on each aide. Cap- tains. or leaders, are chosen by the re- spective sides, who, it should he said. must be quick, lively and agreeable. for on these two much of the success of the game depends. The captain of one side then takes a silver half dollar. which presumably. is the mysterious “Jenk- ins." and when the captain of the op- posing side calls oat "Jenkins Ups"ev- ery pair of haunts heionigmg to the side that has the half dollar is spread open. and held high in air. After an in- stant's inspection the captain of the opposing 'side-which let us call Side B, the aide holding the coin being : 'vle A-ortlera “Jenkins Doyat," and all the hands on Side A go under the. table. Lumber, Shingles and Lath always In Stock. I The secret of keeping up the interest andspirits of any little cmnpany lies in a knack of moving things along briskly. Nothing is so fatal as slow- ness and tedium. No matter how small or informal the gathering, some one person who has tact and a gift for managing should take charge. appoint herself a committee of entertainment, so to speak to Bee that every one takes part and that before the interest in one diversion begins to flag anothvr is substituted. To be sure. it is quite as had to keep up an iincvssant rattling change. People can be bored just as easily by too much sprightliness as by a deadly dullness. But have we not already said that the entertainment committee of one is to be a person of judgment. Then let us leave matters in her hands. Hating Completed our New Factory we are new prepared to FILL ALL ORDERS PROMPTLY. We [keep in Stock 9. large quantity of Bash, Doors, Mouldings, Flooring and the dint. ent Kinds of Dressed Lumber for outside sheeting, Our Stock of DRY LUMRE is very Large so that all orders can be filled. 8aih and Door Factory. How to Spend a furry Hour These Holiday Times. During Christmastlde the spirit of youth Ihould be upon us and sad-to amuaementa my give wey to a gen- eral frolic in which all ages take part with equal gayety. Rollicking games. then, which are rather in aheyance el- even months out of the twelve are re- vived now and lend an added jollity to the holiday time. GAMES RFOCHRISTMASTIDE. -""ltlr.otrar- N- G. &J. McKECHNIE. Iturkwoooncuv- Oh, no ', they‘re buly playin' oft nick; they [Link you want to borrow 'em to go albumin“ with. - The arguers tniryi the point. when they leave out of the question the considerations that drive women into public or business life, and they .choose lightly to assume that every [woman who leaves the home does so I because of a restless desire to make her mark in the world. to buckle on ltho lrmor with the independence of I. man. and ullyl forth to conquer something. if it be nothing more than prygudiee., Amateur lo, ortsm all appear to he sick an advenoed age, while people who lunch and dine on meat rnrely have after 25. The Italian Parliament for inn-tame shows an unrivaled collection of billiard halls, while the Italian pen- santa-who rarely taste meti-aiwaya rejoire in heavy growths of hair. Brit- tany peasant men have hair almost as long Bud heavy " their when. A very clever and well-known doctor claims tint annotating and baldnese come together. and he has often check- ed cases of falling hair by ouxnliiiiing with toeal treatment Idle! of milk eggs and fruit. Envy growths of hair are also very common twang vegeta- riens. Second Ih3rueatie-Well, it yo uorkvd for her awhile ye'd think so titttt don't know enough to last her over Sun- day. First, Domeatic'.-Doess your new miss- ut, mov? in swig”? - MAKES HAIR Rustic. who live on g bread-und-milk diet neatly uhanS have heavy hair to a restless 1reirur. toreirik heyrGrCiiiii departments unsuited to her reflect. on these thin”. Does any one fancy that it is from choice that she leaves her little one: and the pleasant natural cures of home to labor in other fields-ttut sh. prefers battling with the world. to being comfortably provided for while she lives a purely domestic and social life? Yet, the mile" would have in supposo that, such in the case The sadness in such I wanmn's Cute and the bitterness in her heart Ihould he a direct contradirtion to tny such theory. Let. all whu regard woman an for children. One potion is neat oat of the room while a. smell object in hid in some unlikely pleoe. Then he in celled in. e tleaeription of the object in given him, and he is guided in hie much toe it, by the music some one plays upon the piano. When the searcher in near the object the music in pleyed very loud and more and more softly " he wander. eway from it. A POTATO RACE. A Potato Race is great tun-partie- ularly for the Iookertrou. Two rows at potatoes, Varying in trims from very small one: to one or two that are clum- sily largo, are placed on the floor in parallellin-‘s, the potatoes in each row being about two feet apart. No, more than six potatoes should he in veal: line. Two people are Mir-n given rather large wooden spoons and they are to “rune" with each other to see which gets all his potatoes in a. lusket first. The bulk- et should not be loo far away. as the coniestante (an only pick up one po- tato at I time and deposit it, before he goes to the next. Me The real reuse of women's Inhor in the neglect or incom )etente of their natural providers. il‘wo ideas, are early inculcated into the temtttemind, One is to marry, end to marry for love, and the other, in to be e mother for such is the worthiest deatitty oi woman. " is from too close following of these teachings that the cities are filled with women workers, Girls mar- ry incompetent men; the family in- creases. while the family income re- mains insufficient. As a result the wife is driven go securing lehor. a chance to distinguish herself, "nd then by statistics proving of how; little value her labor is in wide fields, per- haps forgetting that centuries would not be too long a time in which to try the experiment. instead of do- cades. The disposition of the hour is slight- ly reactionary, and opposed to the ad- vanced woman movement. People are beginning to ask what it all amounts to, saying that woman has lwen given LOOKING FORWARD TRICK OF THE “UGS AN OUTSIDE 1HEW ONE It Is'. ISHN WHY S: ortaman-h' our hound! Ll if