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E;?-Q mre very good, sir," returned > ‘Childes humbly, "I assure you umt! , ~@fter the lesson I received I should _' @r have dared come again. exâ€"j i eep â€"with a clean name, an untarnâ€" i dehed. honorâ€"save for the shndow‘ : ! that one big lieâ€"and a record ;. tha t will never disgrace your nzme.‘ ‘My story has been told to the whole " World. _ Are you willing that your ghter should become my wife $ ‘*‘!I. with the memory of all my ‘~ past before you?" | ©‘_"L am quite willing, my boy. I : don‘t deny but that 1 should like Ef.f ) wipe that old memory out, but fi& can‘t have everything as one ‘ awould wish. Surely you have done 1 @emough to redeem your single error * ARdâ€"there is not a shadow of regret «> im my heart when I say to you again, ««Aake her and God ‘bless you." . x Childes was deeply touched. P > ~â€"Â¥Umable to control his emotion ,'-’. tlently to speak, he kneeled beâ€" _â€" id Mrs. Beaufort and lifted her "usmand to his lips with the gallantry 5 Of a chevalier. .( B@flently she leaned forward and E"n Kissed him gently upon the brow. fi,@. ou know that her will has alâ€" th ;'hon, my law," St. John Beauâ€" § rt answered, his voice trembling r}‘ fceberg into a woman. ./. She was their friend, their beneâ€" g”;'i i8; they called down blessings â€"upot ‘Rer bonny head as she passed ‘; & Children .scattered her path to . ind from church with flowers which they. themselves had gathered beâ€" " use they loyed her; the men raisâ€" . ffihoir hats with an outspoken "';f’” «‘bless you, miss; God bless ‘‘wou, sir, for her sake," that came gyfil‘t know what to say, sir," ‘Bhid," standing before the old eman flushed and . handsome, @B apology for my past conduct, ‘fijb Duchess has forgiven me. ?i!fi my glory, my completed l’c’. It is beyond words, Erle. §0 much that I can express noâ€" ~Words are weak, but my love strong as heaven itself." ,’;’I hour later he went to find E ahut ‘herâ€" lips. Fâ€"love," he answered tenâ€" ‘I Â¥emember nothing but that e, and that you are mine as ‘There is nothing between ar one, but faithful devoâ€" Mther & doubt nor a suspicion y ‘had meant it to be a very wedding, but it was not in the ‘of the generous Duchess to t from the heart. all the change love had workâ€" ait remember, Erie that it life belongs to me as to you. Is it rot true ~other Lappiness that se s Li + lu arrived, for Ethol Quintard was seconds later,â€" when |Yapidly taking the place of a memâ€" Secret of Good Health his face between When Nature requires assistance, she will not be slow in conveying to you an intimation of the fact. Decline of energy, inability to sleep well, headâ€" ache, biliousness, constymtion, a genâ€" eral sluggishness of mind and body and any |ifn of digestive ‘"unrest‘‘ should impel you to seek the aid ofa reliable medicine without delay. There is no betterâ€"no surerâ€"no saferâ€"than this proven remedy. t Rers| those who said he would not leave Charlie Quintard, with Mignon, was there, as also was a becapped French nurse with a bundle of camâ€" bric and fine lace in her arms, from which peeped a little wrinkled face which the loving mother insisted was a "perfect picture of Charlie!" "I never imagined that the realâ€" ization of such happiness as this could ever come to me, dear heart," Childes whispered as he held his wife against his breast. "Duchâ€" ess, tell me that you are glad." "She lifted her sweet face and kissed him. "Do you need to be told, Erle?" she whispered. "I know that I am yours at last forever and forever. There is nothing under heaven but death that could take you from me now. I have loved you always, I adore you now. Dear love, can you doubt that I am glad?" He held her closely, unable to speak under the excess of his emoâ€" tion. HE DIDN‘T BUY IT. Jack (to his fiancee): "I think of getting a musical instrument, Maud. Say, perhaps, a cornet." Maud (in dismay): "Ob, not that horrid thing!" $ Maud (blushing violently): "It makes the lips so hard." Jack (in surprise): "And why not, dear?" CYNICAL ASSENT ‘Sheâ€"Do you believe a woman could make a success of an idea for a flying machine. Heâ€"Why not? Most of women‘s ideas incline to the flighty. NOT HIS FAVORITE KIND. ‘They were sitting in the parlor. "I wish," said the young man, "that Wilson chap didn‘t send you so many chocolates." DISCRIMINATING VERDICT. A countryman with a local reputaâ€" tion as a vocalist attended a dinner and was asked to sing. Although he had no music with him, and was as hoarse as a frog, he consented to try, but broke down. "No, but I prefer to eat bonbofs or neugatines." "Never thee mind, lad," said an elderly guest, trying to cheer him up; "never mind the breakdown, for thee‘s done thy best; but th‘ fellow as asked thee t‘sing ought to be shot." A WILLING MOTHER. A gentleman took his little daughter to a toyship to buy her a doll. "Now, what sort of a doll would you like, my dear?" said he us a large assortment was placed on the counterâ€"by the shopman. After some hesitation the little miss replied: A MATTER OF TIME. A passenger at Victoria last week said to the guard: "Have I time to say goodâ€"bye to my wife at the barrier?" "‘That depends how long you‘ve been married," answered the cyniâ€" cal guard. TOO FRANK "Say, grandpa, make a noise like a frog," coaxed little Tommy. "‘What for, my son?" "Why, papa says that when you croak we‘ll get $5,000." Ah, what is there in life but love? "I think I‘ll have twins, please." and piled neatly in various rooms.of by expresé or messenger were All|\ poth questions together. . â€" ¢ wrapped and tied in festive fashion|~ =wny yes, we did have Christâ€" Mre. Robert Dale dropped into a big armchair and sighed eloquently, "I‘m an absolute wreck," she admitâ€" ted} "but I think everything is done. I do wish I had sent Milly the tray instead of the muffineer, She‘s alâ€" most sure to send something more expensive than the muffineer. And how that it‘s too late to get anyâ€" (h]n‘ltoolllllmtllnt.lfl.flm Bates will send me a present toâ€" morrow. ‘There‘s no earthly reason why she should, but I feel it oomm| oh, and I never even thought of her when I was making out my list. Maybe there will be something among my presents in the morning â€"from some one I don‘t care about. you knowâ€"that I can send around to her just by way of making sure." "Did you get your furs today*" asked the head of the family lrom‘| his place on the couch. % "Robert, I couldn‘tâ€"I . simply couldn‘t!â€" I was so tired I could hardly wriggle and there was a mil lion last things, more or less, that I had to do. But I have the check, dear. That‘s just the same and I can choose my furs after Christmas when the stores won‘t be so crowdâ€" ed and I won‘t be so mortally tired and things will be marked down." "That‘s not my idea of a Christâ€" mas presen," grumbled the husâ€" band. "I‘d rather have something in "For goodness‘ sake, Bob, don‘t ever take to surprising me with Christmas presents! We can‘t afford it, I need too many things to let you spend a lot of money on something I probably wouldn‘t need and might rot even like. I‘d much rather have a check." A look of consternation swept over Mrs. Dale‘s tired face. A muffled protest sounded from the couchâ€"something about that sort of Christmas giving being no more fun than paying the butcher‘s bill. my pocket that you didn‘t know anything about and surprise you with it Christmas morning." It brought the nerveâ€"worn woman in the big chair to the verge of tears. Well, you are always wishâ€" ing I were more more economical and practical, and when I do try to be practical you say I haven‘t any sentiment; and I‘m sure nobody works harder over Christmas than I do!‘‘ The tears were very near the surface now. "Christmas is frightfully expenâ€" sive anyway. Everybody expects so much of one and most of our friends and relatives have more money than we have, and even little things mount up." ‘"‘There, there!" The husband‘s tone was of the "Heaven give me strength" variety, usually adopted by the man who is patient with a nervous and unreasonable wife. "I didn‘t say you were extravagant or that you hadn‘t any sentiment about this Christmas business and went in less for flubdub. The fault isn‘t yours, Sally. We all work ourselves to fiddle strings and spend more than we can afford, and only sucâ€" ceed in spoiling Christmas. I‘ll bet things â€" were . different down â€" at Grandfather‘s. Weren‘t they, Mothâ€" ert" ‘The Little Old Lady smiled. "Very different, dear, and better, I think. But I _ know I‘m . foolish about the old times down there. Everything â€" about them _ seems much better to meâ€"except children and grandchildren. _ No generation ever did show children or grandâ€" children to beat mine." She laughâ€" ed lightly at her own prejudice, and ti:e tension in the room lessenâ€" ed. Tension never lasted long in the same room with the Little Old she woent on. "No one in the old days could have worked harder to do her duty than you have this last month. 1 don‘t wonder you are tiredâ€"and if what you‘ve doae hasn‘t been for the best happiness of every one concerned that ien‘t your fault. You‘ve done your duty as you saw it, and I do think you‘ve accomplished wonders." The Little Old Lady smiled.| "Mother would usually M&k® anq laughing, and stood with his ‘Very different, dear, and better, I| something for us, too, &nd then sh° proag back to the fire, rubbing his hink. But I know I‘m foolish; would persuade Father into buyinE chilled fingers. Dearie me, how it about the old times down there./us little things that weren‘t so 8°Tâ€" a11 comes back!" © is Everything â€" about them â€" seem$jious. His taste rather ran to new Here the Little Old Lady wanderâ€" much better to meâ€"except children{slates and very useful presents lik® ed off into dreams, but her gnnd-‘ ind grandchildren. _ No gemeration|tjat, but Mother understood childâ€" gaughter called her back. I over did show children or &rADdâ€"/ren better. We had stick candy «m‘i "But the Christmas present, children to beat mine." She laughâ€"| Christmas and thought it was WOD~ Granny?" . , y ed lightly at her own prejudice,| derful, though it wasn‘t hailf ul "Oh yes; the Christmas present! ind the tension in the room lesseDâ€"|good as the maple sugar and DUt‘ ; mustn‘t forget that. Well, Father ed. Tension never lasted long imjcandy we made ourselves. _ And stood there smiling at each of us in the same room with the Little Old|each of us had an orange. That WAS8 turn until he came to Mother. He Lady. _ a very special treat, and long bej] had a very special sort of smile "There‘s ome thing, sure, Sally,"!fore Christmaé we‘d usually bargain for Mother always, and this Christâ€" she went on. "No ome in the ‘old|off our Christmas oranges. Joe l‘“mu Eve it was even more special days could have worked harder to|most always got mine. I never WAS8 than usual. He was happy and at do her duty than you have this last|yery forehanded, and when I wmtâ€"'p,.c, in his home, with bis wife month. I don‘t wonder you Are|ed something from him I‘d promis6 angq his children and his mother tiredâ€"and ~if what you‘ve do2®/him my Christmas orange for it. gathered around his hearth, and he hasn‘t been for the best happiness|That was all right when Christmas was a man to realize his blessings of every one concerned that fsn‘t| was a long way Off, but WheD and be thankful for them. your fault. You‘ve done your duty|(Christmas morning came and I M' "But all of a sudden a little shaâ€" as you saw it, and I do think you‘ve|t; take my orange out of the 108 gow crossed his face. "Nellie," he accomplished wonders." of my stocking and hand it OYer‘ said, "I came mighty near bringing The daugbhterinâ€"law‘s face light:|;p himâ€"dear me, what a trial it you a Christmas gift." ened. "Weren‘t people dead tired| was! I will say for Joe, though,| Mother laughed. "Near is‘nt on Christmas Eve when you WOf®|that he usually gave me part Of it.| enough, Robin," she said. ."Why young, Mother?â€"" she asked. "He got a jew‘s harp @VerY didn‘t you bring it!" The Little Old Lady‘s brain and4| Christmas. mtvu‘thothhliil "I was afraid you wouldn‘t like heart were straightway s0 bUSY| wanted most, and the old jew‘sâ€"! it ‘Father‘s voico was serious, We with memories of a great old farmâ€"| parp was always used up before.a; jook up at him in surprise, house living room Where candl¢â€"|the new one was due, so nobOdy|and Mother got up out of her dhair light and the fiames of huge Aré|paq to do any worrying over What\and walked over to him. logs shome on happy faces and fought|we got for him." _ "What was it, Robin?" she asked with dlickering shadows, that she! "But didn‘t you ever get any bigiin a pussied wiy, _ ie | wey" tion; and it was only “‘ml;firw were not Loulsa‘s u.1 ones that thereâ€"wasn‘t much..stress of strain.about getting them ready, presents with any one Outside our own family, so no one‘s list could be long. It was rather an exceptional each other presents at all, and even. the whole meaning of Christmas as ing were the things that made Christmas, and then, back of it all, was the real reason for peace on earth and good will toward men. I don‘t believe we lost sight of that as completely as folks ~ do now. Maybe we children would have slurâ€" red over the religious side of the festival if we had been allowed to do it, but we weren‘t likely to have the chanceâ€"not in Father‘s home, and most of the homes in our neighborhdod were like his in that respect. among us children presents weren‘t| & PFOSODE* thing for the grownâ€"ups . to give|. The child of a more extravagant they seem‘to be now. Jollity and| day looked tremendonsly. relleved. good ~willâ€"and general merrymakâ€"|It had been terrible to think that ing were the things that made|the Christmas joys of so dear a Christmas, and then, back of it all,| grandmother had beem bounded on was the real reason for peace on|the north by new mittens and on earth and good will toward men. I|the south by an orange. don‘t believe we lost sight of that! »whna; was it, Granny?" The voice as completely as folks do NOW.|inq eyes were eAgOT. Maybe we children would have slurâ€"| "«wem" â€"â€"the Little Old Lady red over the religious side Of the|smoothed the black silk over her festival if we had been allowed t0|pnoos and her storyâ€"tolling 100k do it, but we weren‘t likely to.hAV®!came into her faceâ€"" it happened the chanceâ€"not in Father‘s ROM®.| on christmas Eve. Father had ridâ€" "Religion was a part of everyâ€"day living then It‘s a sort of Sunday afâ€" fair now, where it hasn‘t dropped out of sight altogether; at least orthodox religion is. I shouldn‘t wonder if there were aâ€"mighty lot of good Gospel religion going on nowadays ‘without calling itself reâ€" ligion at all. I try to think about that when I see how people I know have fallen away from the old reâ€" ligious ways I reckon it‘s what you live, not what you believe or say, chat counts as grace, but it does seem to me as if the Christâ€"Child‘s birth had been pretty wel lost sight of in Christmas celebrating." "Did you go to church all day, Granny?" ‘The small girl‘s eyes were wide with pity and Granny laughed as she met the look. "No,indeedâ€"only for an hour in the morning, and then of course we had family prayers in the mornâ€" ing and in the evening; but the Christmas meaning was in the air. Sometimes I‘d stop to think why I was so happy, and I‘d decide it was partly my new mittens and partly because Christ was born. I wasn‘t very seriousâ€"mindedâ€"just a moral, gtubby, healthy little girl; but I didn‘t forget about Christ being born, you see, even if I did mix it up with new mittens; and I‘ve an idea that‘s a pretty good way to liveâ€"just taking your religion and your mittens along togethef." "Did you always get mittens, Granny." "Mercy yes! Christmas wouldn‘t have been Christmas without new mittensâ€"and wristletsâ€" and comâ€" fortersâ€"and hoods. Grandmother used to knit them for us. She alâ€" ways did the knitting for the famâ€" jly, but for & month or so before Christmas she would be very mysâ€" terious about what she was doingâ€" cover up her knitting if any of us children came in, and sometimes go to her own room to knit instead of sitting in her own particular corner by the fireplace. Christmas things were always in special fancy stitâ€" ches and unusual colors. Grandmoâ€" ther would send to Louisvillie for the yarns sometimes instead . of spinning and dyeing them, and we were as excited over those mittens and wristlets as you‘d be over gettâ€" ing a pony or a piano. the new one was due, so nOb0dy muaomwormuomwm1 we got for him." _ > "But ‘didn‘t you ever geot any. big presents?".. Mittens and jow‘sâ€"harps at the "The girls had made a pan of he @ir. butternut maple taffy, and Ilothor‘ why I had set out a plate of crullers and it Was cookies, and a pitcher of lweot‘ partly cider was waiting for Father. Joe wasn‘t and I were popping cornâ€"not in a moral, popper. I don‘t believe poppen} but I had been invented then, and we being popped our corf in one of the mix it sheet iron baking ovens that Mother ‘ve @1 ueed for cooking in the big fireâ€" vay to place. There wasn‘t a stove in the n and house until years later. We‘d put f the corn in the oven and shut it itteDs, up tight and set it on the coals, and pretty soon there‘d be a treâ€" ouldn‘t mendous clatter, and when the it new noise stopped we knew all the 1 comâ€" corn was popped. as living went th those daye. Ideas | of â€"necessities . and : luxuries were | t different, that‘s all, and I‘m thinkâ€"| groaning about <the .high: cost of "We did have a big present one year, thoughâ€"the biggest kind of den over to the village to get someâ€" thing Mother wanted, but Grandâ€" mother and Mother, my two sisters and Brother Joe and Lizzsie, the hired help, and I were at home in the big living room and having a beautiful time. We children had trimmed the room _ with green boughs and berries and there were dozens of extra candles lighted, and the Yule log in the fire place was so big that two men had hardly been able to walk it in. We always did have backlogs too big to be carried, you know, and when one was needed the men laid a wide board down on the floor from the door to the fireplace and walked the log along it. Nobody ever sees such & fire now as was roaring up our chimney that night. ‘There were dishes of apples and nuts on the tableâ€"beechnuts and chestnuts and butternuts and wal nuts Bushels and bushels of them were stored in the attic every sumâ€" mer I remember the corn was banging against the sides of the oven that night, when we heard a horse galâ€" lop along the road and stop in front of the house, and we knew Father had come. Then a few moâ€" ments later he came along the porch, stamping the snow off his boots, and opened the door. "I can see him as plainly now as 1 did thenâ€"so tall and broadâ€"shoulâ€" dered that he fairly filled the doorâ€" way, his wide brimmed hat and his bright blue, brass buttoned cape coat all powdered with snow, and his face shining with love as he looked in at us. Even Father sloughed off his sterness at Christmastime. "He came in, shaking himself and laughing, and stood with his broad back to the fire, rubbing his chiHled fingers. Dearie me, how it all comes back!" ' s "Oh yes; the Christmas present! I mustn‘t forget that. Well, Father stood there smiling at each of us in turn until he came to Mother. He had a very special sort of smile for Mother always, and this Christ mas Eve it was even more specia! than usual. He was happy and at peace in his home, with his wife and his children and his mother gathered around his hearth, and he was a man to realize his blessings «nd be thankful for them. "But all of a sudden a little shaâ€" dow crossed his face. "Nellie," he said, "I came mighty near bringing ms big to you scrap of a fellow, with big, misera:« ble eyes in a white face. Belden, from down Morris way, had brought himâ€"taking him up to the poorâ€" house at Madison, but his horse went lame today and he had to going to spend the night with 8i, and the boy was to sleep alone in the back of the store. Seoms he‘d been living with his mother in: a little woodsman‘s cabin since his father ran away and left them last year. The Morris folks didn‘t rightly know how poor they were, and the mother was poison proud and wouldn‘t ask for help. So they monia and died Saturday. ‘The boy went for someone then, but it was to late to do anything except bury the poor woman and make some pFOâ€" vision for the boy. Nobody around there wanted to take him in, so the poorhouse seemed to be the only thing, but it sort of broke me all upâ€"Christmastime, you know, and his mother just dead, and such a little chap!" Mother‘s face was all aquiver and der eyes were full of tears. ‘Robbin King,‘ she said, taking hold of Father‘s coat lapels and giving him a little shake. ‘Go get that boy for me. Go get him at once. I‘m ashamed of you!‘ "But you have so much to do, new, Nellie," Father said, putting his big hands over hers. "A woman can‘t have too much mothering to do. Go quick, Robin. Missing his mother! And on his way to the poor house! And sleep ing alone in the store! And Christâ€" mas Eve! Hurry, Robin, hurry!" "They understood each other, those two." s me of all my "You can imagine how excited we all were. I reckon I danced from one foot to the other for the whole hour that Father was gone, but at last we heard hoofs coming fast through the nightâ€"clippity clap, clippity â€" olap!â€"and then â€" Father came standing along the porch and opened the door and stood in the doorway again, but this time he unwrapped his big blue coat from around a little boy and set him down on the floor. All eyes, the child seemedâ€"and ob, such miserâ€" able, frightened eyes in such a peaked white faceâ€"eyes that didn‘t believe in happiness or in home or in Christmas. ~I am free of pein and headaches and _«‘ . Madam M. J. GORSE. 0s a box, 6 for $2.50, trial size 256. At dealers or: sent postpaid by Â¥ruitâ€"aâ€"tives Limited, Ot‘awa "Mother gave just one pitying little cry and flew for him. \ All the motherhood in the world was in her look when she gathered him into her arms; and he hid his face against her shoulder, as though he knew he needn‘t be afraid any longer. ; She carried him off to the sumâ€" mer kitchen without a word to any of the rest of us; anm, when we started to follow, Father said: ‘Stay here, Chicks‘ So we stayed, but I nearly died of excitement and curâ€" losity in the next half hour. "Finally _ Mother came back, with the boy cling‘iag to het hand.‘ We hardly knew Mim. He bad been fed and scoured and his hair had been cut and he was dressed in clothes Joe had worn at his age; but it was in his eyes that Mother had worked the big=~st change. There was no fright nor misery in them nowâ€"only a shy, shining faith that would grow to happinessâ€"the look of a child that had been moâ€" thered. Mother sat downâ€"in her chair and took the boy on her lap. ‘"That‘s mromnyovcrthmhmcw- ner, dear," she said. "And these are your little brothers and sisters, and found her he was ready to believe |.ny.oodwond¢rhlthl|¢-m held him in her arms while Father read us the story about the shepâ€" herds keeping watch over their flocks by night, and about the Babe of Bethishem; and every once in a while the boy‘d look up into Moâ€" ther‘s face to see if these wonderâ€" fimmufim” "A blessed Christmas ohHd4 Hike "He believed it. Since ho He bad SIMS, BRAY and MclNTOSH. Harâ€" D. 8. BOWLBY, B.A., LLB., Barâ€" and Conveyancer. Office Merchâ€" DR. J. A. 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Commissioner Cuddy, since coming here from Alberta last June, bAs been the active head of the branch {lirecting the enforcemient of the Onterio Temperance Act. 19,000 CANADIAN NAMES ON | _ VIMY | RIDGE* MEMORIAL The gift of 250 acres of land on the Vimy Ridge to Canada by the French Government has been officâ€" islly confirmed by Premier King. In the centre of this tract of land will be erected the beautiful Allward Memorial. This memorial will contain the names of over 19,â€" 000 Canadians who have been reâ€" ported missing. spoke up then. ‘Aw, shucks!‘ he said; ‘He was only a baby. I‘m a big boy. I‘m most six." ® "Father was sort of shocked, but Mother understood. ‘So you are, Honey,‘ she said, ‘and so you‘re goâ€" ing to be the greatest possible help and comfort to me." "He was, too, a belp and comfort to her as long as she lived, and the fiamily ever had." "But it was a big risk," comment ed the head of the family, who didâ€" n‘t believe in adopting children. 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