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Canadian Statesman (Bowmanville, ON), 24 Aug 1892, p. 6

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'A TRIMEXPLOIT, The tirna of the year was Febrnery, the restored hsrn to peace wsth himsef, only lay cdili :n its yontb, the su ws sbiniug bis vexatson et being nuable to finish it brîghtly, when Mr. Edward Erroll, heppen- grew more and moreisntense. IlIt wouid ing to bave a spare hour on bis bauds, ho sucb a gondl thing for me if I cnuld Etrolied into a lriend's studio, near Lang- send it," be thought ; Il I arn almsnt cor- taro Place, to sc how ho was "Igettsng onu" tain that tbey would hang it-it would with bis pictures. Drurnmond Wson seil if thcy put it in a gond place, and then course, painting, and the look whic beh for another year et iest I wouid work gave tise intruder was by no rucans encour- witlsont enxioty. I1xiii write a moving aging. Erroll, being ont eesily daunted, appeal to Clarke-I dare say ho is ont a onniyseid, -"Gond-mornizug, Druînmond ; 1 bad fleilow, ci ter al. I will tell imr ex. know the't coring issow seerns ike being ectiy hov 1 arn situated, and get hi il to let doter micd to take off tise cronm oi your me have my model if only for ton days" day, but don't regard it in that light, I er "Dear Clarke," lho wrote, "bhow are you treet you ; just make np your mind that gettisîg on witb your picture? Would it ho yon wont be disturbed by me, aud lt me Possible- blave a look at ail ynur pcturos.' At this momnt ho wes ewere ni a knock " Ail y pictures 1" ecboed Druxnmond et bis door; there xas something unusual ruefully. alyu itrs h about t-lt was ont like tise easy confidence I"IYes, l orpcue te more theofn a uodel's knock, end noue ni bis brother btter ; but wbore are they 1 And ho ex- artiste were likely te be abrocd et that amiuied the room in surprise, for usuaîîy et hieur. XVile bis thonght was lu bis mind tbis soason ni the year ho could nont ven the knock was ropeated, and this time evosi shako bis iriend's baud without baving to more fantly. pick bis way delicateiy through groves ni "'Corne in," ho said, but nnue came, casels witb pictures osn them. To-day ail so ho went to the door and opened it. A z-tiLz oaaIIeflsLLLYceT irl was standing oitside, a-girl- n-iveuty- more than an hour lie only opened bis lips to say, "A littie more this wey, please," or "'Try to keep the position, unless you are ton tired." Suddenly, te bis surprise, for bis tbouglits were sOe etirely given to what lise was doing, bie found that she was apeaking. By anl effort hie uudorstood thet sho was telling hlm tba.t he realiy didl work liard. "Do you neyer stop to rest' Even you must want rost," she added. ".I scarcely know what I do.I sup- posa I stop uow and then, but I arn afraid when 1 do I anm still thinking nifrny picture. You must rest though ; I arn forgetting tisat. You bave been in that position more than an bour. Get up and walk about the room a whle. " Hec spoke with anthority ; perhaps that was why bier lip curled. But what a beauti- fui mouth sho bcd. 11'Artists order their moIels about !" she said, risîug to obey him. di1They snust, but I hope they don't do it dcourteousiy. Modeis vsho have bcdn practice do ont know how to spare them- selves. It wiil do you gond to walk about." "I suppose you wouid rather 1 didn't io)ok et what you are doing, nbserved Mis Heyley rather cooiiy, as slie rose rirnlber chair. ,"1Not tili it is farther advanced, if you pleaze2' 1 IE AMEIIAN GIBILTAR. .4 Look at Hall ax aîîdflier IMany Foris. Blatteries 'Wiîtha at !End and lnolloqîitots -A Vistt te tihe 1'" ielc-Tlie StIpen- diieryllagistrate's Celluliar Joke-'ýfiie Lion Aiss tise Eagle In Tears. A correspondent ni the New York Times travelling in Canada writes as follows ni bis visit to Haliax .-In sailing into a bey thet le saifi to be "« the mnst strongly foi ti- lied harbor on tise Amierican continent," onue naturaliy looks, pcrhaps fron force nf habit, fnr corne great display ni military wosks-forts, batteries, bristliug guns,'end an on. But thore is nso sîscb display su the barbeofn Halifax, N. S. Botb shores oi the barbor might hc bayfields for ail that shows to the contrary, and there le not as great a di9play cf defensive works as onue may sec iu ontering the harbor ni New-York. By close looking, however, onue ray say that the wnrks are there thnugh they malten show ni tbernselves. Those srnooth green lopes, witb a dark Une ni shadow on the top, are ail batteries; ani occasionnely a prnjecting fiag shows where a fort is hidden in the grass. The citadel, in the boart ni tàhctY, ýýtudùwno tofg a-bigh-bi. "1I'd set on Long Wa'f ail day ai' lick 'lasses." It is ensy to infer iromi this histprical dialogue that it le upo.n Long XVbari that the West India sc'hips unload the cargo3s of sugar and molasses that afi'ord sncb sweet "licking" for the dusky lasses.. It is the neare3t wharf to the railway station, and from bore foreign gonds are scattered al over the Dominion nf Canada. Coing np into tise streets it is consoling to know that nue miay visit a telegrapli office and talk with born-, or with anv part of the civilized wnrld, or go to the Iuitercolonial Station and tako a train to 'New York if necessity sisoisk arise ; but ini point ni tinte the trains have anny a few hours' ae4antage over the boats for Boston, as the raiiway takes ai roundabout course ecrc ss Nova Scntieaud thon through New Brunswick. On the way frnon the wharf te the botels the route lies close by the Halifax Market, which gives a gtimpseofn the 3000ntry folk Geory Saturday morning. "Tie Green Market," it is called. Here men, women and children, priucipally wonen and chuld- ren, lin,, the curbstones with baskets con- tainsng eggs, green vegotabies, and other country produce, esking the passers to buy. This extends round one entire bloc'k, al on the odge ni the sidexvalks. Some vear,3 ago the citv built a sastantial -market THE RATS LEAVE THE bfîM. Awaae Tisat She IVs Overloaied anti Wosild Founduer. Sorne years ego I formed one nI the crew nf a sbip callod the Wooljasnroei She wasý au iron clipper, nwned by a weil-knowsi London firrn. We were lyiusg mn Port Lyt- telton, New-Zosaud, alongside the break- watc"r, baving juet conpleted takýng in a cargo ni wool, and wore geing te' sali on the following morning for home. I weas on cuobhor watch from 10 te 1l. It was a beautiful rnnnnlight nîght, and I was sirting onu the honcoopat the break ni the poop buried lu tbought, whîen I waâ rou.sed from my reverie by hearing the clocks in tlie tnwn striking the bolur. 1 went forward to ccli the man who was to relieve nie, but before I reacbed the forcastie I do- teruinod to do bis watchs for bim, as 1 was Dont a bit sleepy and feit lotb to tomn into a ctully berth. So 1 made up my mind to do bim a gond turu and enjoy anther heur ni quiet contemplation. The barber looked charming io the moose- ligbt, and the long range ni bills tha&t diWj Lyttelton from Christ Cburch stood ont i .,. somres magnificence against the starlit sky. Across the bey I cnuld heer tbe faint ciank-

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