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L. 3‘ urn-rims: wan-av jjfi -:.“‘.:’:"v1", . A “guruâ€"amok (WM . seq-“mm . .5. I Nelly and Nellym l “My dear chap, what on earth is it that prevents you from going boldly up to the the girl, grabbing her-hand, and singing out, ‘Nelly, I love you; will you love me 9' " lNolly Collingham stared at his friend for some moments, then, tak- ing out his handkerchief, wiped his forehead. ‘ “\Vhat’s to hinder you from doing that?" repeated Jack Anstey. “It would be as easy asâ€"asâ€"â€"-” ' "As hanging; is that the word you’re in search oi?” suggested the other. “Silt it’s not the word, it should be the word, for it exactly applies to my case. Everyone knows that the actual operation of hanging doesn't take very long, but the walk from the con- demned cell to the ladder must seem half round the globe. I believe that I'm constitutionally incapable of facâ€" ing that girl in cold blood and ,einga ing out point blankâ€"well, what you say 1 should sing out. I shoud knowl I’ve tried it everyday during the past week. What opportunities I’ve hadl Man alivel chaps have com- plained to me that they never had a .chance of saying a dozen words to the girls whom they wanted to marry. Well, they weren’t like meâ€"that's all I’ve got to say. I can’t complain of being without chances. 'Why, to-day alone I was with her long enough to discuss the most interminable ques- tion, and yet nothing came of it, worse luck!" . “Well, you can’t blame her, at any rate}: said Major Ansley. “She too gives you your chance. If you only muster up courage enough to call her ‘Nelly’ she’ll jump at you." 'At me? on me, you mean." "Not she. Men are too, scarce; Chaps like you are the scarcest of all. 'The V. C.’s are the scarcest of the scarce. Have you. ever told her how you got the V.C., by the way?” “She never asked me; she’s the only girl I ever met who didn’t. that’s how 1 first came to think of her. Some of them ask me over. They forget, you know, that they did it before, and‘ they think that 1 like bragging about it. They lit~ tle know the-agonyâ€"oh, I wish to goodness I'd let you lie among the wreck of your guns, Jack. What on earth possessed me to pull. around the troop because you happened to be knack-ed down i can i imagine. on, here comes the general. We may give up all idea of havrng a moment to ourselves." - It was pretty; plain to the majority of the people who were staying at Cranstoun Towers that Captain Col- lingham had only to tell Nelly Barâ€" well that he was anxious to marry her to receive the hearty acquiescence oil that young woman in his proposal. Everyone could see that he'was in love with Nelly, and everyone could see, moreover, that Nelly saw it. She showed no reluctance to give him four or five dances of an evening, andl she submitted without a word of protest to be taught all that he knew. on the subject of horses. People said that Nelly Baiwell was a very lucky young woman, and she was not disposed to disagree with them. It was, however, only when she had met Oliver Collingham that she fully appreciated how lucky she had been in refusing to marry the three men who had given her a‘chancc of doing so during the previous eigh- teen months. Perhaps it was hearing how she had won a reputation for fastidiousuess that attracted Oliver to her; and for the some cause his own natural shyâ€" ness had been so increased as to make him shrink from telling her that he loved her. He was naturally of a retiring temperament, though his behavior during the interviews he had had with the Afghans was not all the exact type that tended to impress this characteristic of his upon them. He had undoubtedly his forward moxn-~ cuts, as his friend Major Anstey had said. However this may have been, he had certainly no forward moments when in the presence 01‘ Nelly Barwcll; and some young women began to ex- change views on this very subjectâ€" the men never went further than to exchange winks and node when it was alluded to. The young women wonders. ed how a man who could send his horse flying into the midst of an Afghan army and induce the men of his troop-'to follow him, could fail' to muster up so small an amount: of conâ€" fidence as was necessary to catch a girl's hand and tell her that: he loved her, and this fact shows how little they knew of men. Nelly Barwell, however, knew someâ€" thing of menâ€"had she not refused to marry three of thermiâ€"and it did not seem to trouble her greatly than. when her hostess, Lady Cranstoun, ,whispered to her after an evening spent by the side of Captain Coiling- ham, "Am I to congratulate you. my dear?" she could only reply: "Certainly I am to be congratulated on being- the guest of the most de~ lightful of women in the most de~ lightful of houses." Lady Crans'toun shook her head gravely. She was too good a hostess to be a matchmaker, but too good a woman to be able to refain from; I believe i twice " matchmaking. She felt that Nelly was being badly treated; but she also knew that it. was in her powen to convince Captain Collingham that he had only to have five minutesâ€"nay, three minutesâ€"she had heard of a man's proposing to a girl in three minutesâ€"cf courage to make him the happiest of l l i l l l men. No, it was very provoking, to be sure, bu t to interfere with a view of precipitating a proposal would be indiscreet to the verge of madness. The next day.--£lcllingham came across his friend Anstey on the way to the stables. / - "I'm going to do it loâ€"day," he said, in a resolute tone. “I’ve been think- ing over what you said yesterday, Jack. and I've made upl my mind-,lhat I've been a howling fool. Why, man alive, she can't do more than send me about my business," and he laughed with great uneasiness. 'Jzu-k Anstey slapped him on the back. “Keep up your heart, man," he cried. “Don’t you fear that she'll send you about your business. 1 know girls, and when I see a certain look ,in their eyes when a particular man is near them i know that he’s all , right.” I “And you're sure that sheâ€"ml. wish 1 could be sure, Jack," said Coalingâ€"i ham, doubtfuilyâ€"rather more than doubtlutly. "How on earth have 1 a right to hope when three other chaps as good as l amâ€"two of them a deal betterâ€"were flung by her?" ~ “My dear old Nelly, you’re on a wrong track altogether," said Jack. “A girl like .Miss Barwell will take a chap because she happens to love him, not because he has a title like Jimmy Ludbuiy"â€"i.ord hudbury was the name of one"ol‘ the men refused by Nelly the previous year-“nor because he happens to.have twenty thousand a year, like Algy Chorn"â€"the name of the second man in the list of Miss Barwell's refusals. "'bhe’li jump at you because you happen to have caught her fancy, strange though it may appear." “No, no; she'll not just jutmpat me,” said Collingham. “The most that I can hope for is that she'll be so taken by surprise she may accept me before = she knows what she islabcrut.” l -"VVell, you’ve disappointed her so ‘often she may be a bit surprised at .your coming to the point at last,” remarked Major Ansley, with an af- .fectalion of the most cordial acquie- scencc. “Anyhow I'm going to do it toâ€"day; I’ve made up; my mind to that," said his friend, straightening his collar with theair of a determined man. “Let me take your temperature," suggested Ansley. "What’s the order of the day?" , “Nelly, is mad on fishing, and \Viuiâ€" fred has asked me to drive bclhl of them to the hurl after lunch. carry the landing net." "Oh, that's all right; if Lady Cran- sioun stands over you, I do believe that you will propose after all." “I'm afraid that she’ll go; away and leave us." There was actually what singingâ€"smasters call a tremolo in his voice. "Not she," cried Ansley, encouragâ€" ingly, as he continued.his walk to the stables. "Not she. She’ll stand by her young protegee and see fair play. She'll take the edge off her young proâ€" tegee's surprise.” But it so happened that Nelly Colâ€" lingham's surmise was justified by the conduct of his cousin, Lady Cran- stoun. For before she had been fishing by the side of Nelly Barwell for more than twenty minutes on the banks of the picturesque stream known as the Purl, she gave an exclamation that almost justified Oliver's belief that she had a bite. "Good gracious!" ,she cried. “How could I have been so idiotictThe comâ€" mittee meeting of the Soup and Blanâ€" 'ket Guild takes place at four o’clook, and here am I nearly a, mile away at five minutes to four. I must drive back immediately.” l "on! what a puyw l"Never mind. ' A committee meeting I of: the Guild will be a new experience lfor me. Captain Collingham may take lbcth rods and we’ll drive back for him." f "Nothing of the sort," said Lady Cranstoun; "I've no idea of spoiling l your sport. Nolly won't mind taking ‘charge of you for the hour or so :‘ that I'll be‘ absent; he’ll show you how ’ to 'get to the best parts of the stream. \Von’t you, Nolly?" “I'll do my best,” said he. "Oh, it would be so good of you, Captain Collinghain," said the girl. with no foolish flutter in her voice. "You'll take \Vinifred’s rod, will you not?" "Here it is,” said Lady Cranstoun, "I hope that. when I return I shall bear that you havelanded a prize, N01- 1 '0’ yShe got into the phaeton and drove off, leaving the pair very industrious-7 ly whipping the stream. ' During the next quarter of an hour they had varying success. Miss Bar~ well succeeded in landing two small trout, using a fly of her own, but. her companion managed to get live with a grey fly. , "1 think my iiy is too bright for the I’m to said Nelly. Purl,” said she, as he worked his way . up to her. "I've. a spare grey. on for you.” said he. "I do think I’ll let you as you've been kind enough to suggest it,"said she. "I’m a bit tired, and it will be a rest for me." -She seated herself on the bank and he got beside her. But he fumbled'sc among the life: of his book that he ran a hook into his' thumbâ€"fortunately not past the barb, but quite 4m“ en- Let me tie it ough to produce a copious stream of blood. She gave a cry of distress. “Oh, I’m so sorry i" she said. "Let me bind it up for you." "It was my cum clumsiness,” said he, shaking off the ruby drops, and windâ€" ing his handkerchief round the woundâ€" ed thumb. ' ’ “You are binding it up most clumâ€" sily," said she. “Do let me bind it up properly. I’ve a bit of fine gut that. will be the very thing.” He allowed himself to be persuaded, 'and he knelt before her while she deftâ€" ;ly discharged the duties of a surgeon. gHer little lingers crept round his large!” ones with the tender touches of a tendril. Their heads were very close together, so that he could hear the faint sighâ€"like sound of her breath- mg. He felt that his hour had come. Af- I ter two or three false starts he man- laged to say: ' "You said yen were sorry, Miss Bar- well.” "And do you doubt my sincerity i” ishe asked. “Of course I was sorry ; you laid it for me, you must remember.” “Did what for you i” he asked. “Spill. ‘ your blood,” she replied, “Don’t wobble your hand about like ,lhalz, please.” "Oh. I’dâ€"I’dâ€"I wouldn't mxindâ€"” ‘ He'knew what he meant to say: ;He meant to say that he wouldn’t: imlnd shedding every drop of his blood for her; and he believes to this day that he would have said it all right if ,she hadn’t made the final tie on the gut at that instant and looked. up. gHis eyes met hers. and he fancied Ithat there was an indignant look in ‘hers. He examined his bound-up ‘Ihumb most critically. He wondered Ihow she had managed to wind the thin 'gut so evenly round it. “You were about to say that you wouldn’t mind somethingâ€"what was it lyou wouldn’t mind ?" she asked. “I.â€"Iâ€"-.well, I only meant thatâ€" that I think it is so clever of you to be able [to bind ulp a clhap’s thumb like a-â€".Well, 'it’s Like a rag doll that you’d. findiin a branâ€"pie at a bazaar.” .He held i.'t up, and She said, coldly, Without looking at it: “[ daresay it is something like that. Anyhow I’ll go on with my fishing.” She rose and walked away from him and made a cast with the utmost sangâ€" fr01d. He had an uneasy feeling that she suspected what he had in his min-d to say to her, and was slightly offendâ€" ed._ Had she not refused three men 1ns1de of eighteen months? To Be Continued. M ONE MORE AN'I‘ARCTIC PARTY. F9"! The social: Will Also Participate in .‘l‘cxl Tour‘s Explorations. The programme of the German and English Antarctic expeditions that will start South in August next year Leaves an important part of the area uncovered. It has now been decided that the Scottish Geographical So- ciety shall send a party to work in this field. Researches will then be in progress on all sides of the south polar area. The British expedition will confine its investigations to the large region lying to the south of the Pacific, while the Germans will work in the area south of the Indian Ocean. It is there- fore left for the Scottish expedition to devote itself to the region south of the Atlantic Ocean which is known as VVe-ddell Sea. ‘ The man who pushed farthest into this part of the Alntanctic area is Capt. Weddell, who with a brig of 160 tons and a cutter of sixty-five tons, ventur- ed into these unknown waters. Though he had only these small sailing vessels he pushed far south through a sea one numbered by floating masses of ice and icebergs. " On the 20th of Febru« ary, 1823,” he wrote, " our Latitude was Ti deg, 15, south, and longitude 3-} deg. 16. The wind was blowing from the south and prevented whlat Imost desired, our making progress in that di-recvlio-n. Three ice islands were in sight and on one we perceived agreat number of penguins. I would willing- l-y have explored the southwest quar- ter, but taking into consideration the llatlencss of the season and that we had to sail home'ward through 1,600 miles of ocean, strewn with ice islands, I could not determine otherwise than to take advantage Olf this favorable wind for returning.” Admiral Omma'nney, cementing on these words of the hardy wharlier, said in 1890: "Had a steam vessel been in that favorable position the extent of research would have been much“ more oonsidera bl e ." Oil her explorers, Ross, Morrell a-nid ?_¢._9;._¢_9--¢_ 9-6-9-9....4 boy,.and as their fingers closed around I Young Folks. l i 1â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"0 - O - 0‘ O-O-Oâ€"O-G LITTLE PUSSIES. Nodding in the branches, fiwmging in the breeze, See the fuzzy pussies clinging to the trees. "Rock-a-by, my babies, In your coats so gray,” Gentle spring is singing All the livelong day. Funny little pussies, Hanging in a row, Where your heads are hiding 1 would like to know. Dreary winter’s over, Come and play with me; Sleepy willow catkins,. ‘ Leave old mother tree. Basking in the sunshine, Drinking in the dew, ' Day by day the pussies .. Larger, brighter grew-â€" Till in robes of yellow, ’ Full grown cats were they [hen the naughty breezes ‘Blew then all away. p-â€"â€"â€" BOBBY AND BUGABOO MAN. Bobby met the Bugaboo-man right around the corner, where he had often been told he wo'yld find him some night Bugaboo-man swelled up till he almost got black in the face. At first Bobby was gomg to run, but the Bugaboo- man looked so funny that Bobby had to laugh, and the ’fraid all went away. "Why don’t you get scared ‘3” asked the Bugaboo-man when he couldn’t swell up any more. "i. can’t,” said Bobby. "I'm getting too big now, and I don’t believe in you, anyhow." - - "Phe-w-w-wl” the Bugaboo-man whistler}, like the air brakes on a passenger train, and as he whistled be emptied till he wasn’t. much bigger than Bobby. "You’re a funny boy, I must; say.” “Why don’t you laugh then i” asked Bobby. "1 do when anything’s funny.” “If you don’t watch, out I will laugh, and then you’ll be scared ’mcst into fits. I make awful faces when I laugh.” "Oh, do it!” said Bobby. ‘ do it. I want to see you.” So the Bugaboo-man began to laugh, and he made the most awful faces you ever saw, and he writhed and twisted swung his arms so that Bobby almost did open his mouth at first to call for his mother, but he only gripped his hand harder around the lucky potato in his pocket, and then, all at once, the Bugabooâ€"man’s antics seemed funny, and Bobby, too, began to laugh again. That made the Bugaboo-man mad. "Come on with me,” he said, taking hold of Bobby’s other hand, the one without the ucky {potato in it. "I bet: I’ll make you afraid." “Maw! Mawl Oh, Maw!” cried Bob- by, but the Bugabooâ€"man only laugh- ed, for Bobby’s voice had shrunk down so it wasn’t much bigger than a pin head and couldn’t be heard at all, hardly. Bobby struggled and fought with all his might, but it was no use, "Please the Bugaboo-man dragged him along~ faster down a dark hole in the ground, till at last they went almost as fast as a streak of lightning and landed plump in the middle of the Dreadful Cave. It might have been an awful place‘ in there, I guess, if you could only see it, but you couldn’t, because it was just dark. The dark was bad enough, the very blackest kind of dark, and a handful of (it was pretty nearly as heavy as lead. "Now will you be scaredl” said the- voice of the Bugaboo-man close to his ear. Before Bobby had time to answer he felt a tingling held the lucky potato and a whispery‘ voice ran up his arm and said in hisl other ear, the one on the other side from the Bugaboo-man: _ “All you’ve got to do is just laugh and nothing will ‘hurt you.” So Bolbby laughed, Not a real, hearty laugh, understand, because he didn’t quite feel that way. Still it was a laugh, and it made the Bugaboo- man hopping mad with both feet. “You want to get ready to shiver now,” said the Bugabooâ€"man, “be- cause I'm going to groan horribly.” So the Bugaboo-plan turned in and groaned and groaned and groaned, but all the time the lucky potato kept whispering Bobby that he mustn’t be afraid, and he wasn't, but pretty soon the groaning Stopped and a whimper came from over in the cor- ner. Bobby could hardly believe his cars. It was the voice of the Bugabooâ€" man. - "\‘i’ha't’s the matter?’ asked Bobby. “l-l-in s-c-aâ€"ured myself i” whimp- Bellingshausen, have visited the same ered the ngaboo-man. waters, but they also were in sailing .slrips 'and did not get far.‘ south as IWeddell attained. The staunch steam- ler that the Scottish Geographical So- loi‘ty will send out under the leaderâ€" ,ship Olf the experienced polar travel-g 3 her, Mr. \Villiam S, Bruce, is very like- ‘ly to reach amore southern latitude, for steam is often most valuable in I polar navigation when sails are worth- ‘llRSS. The expediti-on’s chances of get- ting far south will also be enhanced by the fact that it will remain in those tvaters for two, and if funds are suf- ficient, for three years, during which time some exceptionally favorable chance for pushing southward may of- for itself. .--_-...____..- CAN'T COLLECT IT. » He says the world owes him a liv- Lug. That’s just -like him. He lost his last job because he was such apcor collector. A TORRENT OF \VORDS. He says his wife speaks three lan- guages fluently. Hml My wifes-p‘eaks one quite flu- ently enough for meâ€" “Goody l” cried Bobby. “Now I’m going to grOan, too.” 1:10 Bobby groaned just as scary as he could, and he kept it up till he could hear the Bugaboo-man's teeth chatter. "Will you say ’nuif ?” asked Bobby, when he thought the Bugaboo-man was scared enough. So the Bugaboo-man said "’nuffl” in a shaky voice. , "And will you ever try to'scare lit- tle boys again '4” asked Bobby. “No-o-o!” answered the Bugaboo- man. "And will you turn on the light l” "Yeâ€"ms," .answered the Bugaboo- man, and he'did it. . When the light was turned on Bobby looked around him, and there, all around the walls, on stools like the one upon which he sat, were litâ€" tle boys with tear-stained faces, who had been scared stiff, while the Buga- booâ€"man leaned up (in the corner as limp as a burst toy balloon, and look- ing so doleful Bobby would have felt sorry for him if it hadn’t been for the other little boys. Bobby took the lucky potato out of his pocketand cut it up and put a piece of it into the hand of each little when he ran away, and the in the hand that) the piece of lucky potato each one of them began to get u‘nscared and was able to get up, and make faces at the Bug-showman. The Bugaboo-man made one last at- tempt to be himself and began to swell up, but all the boys gripped their piece of lucky potato harder and only laughed at him. The Bugabooâ€"man swelled up more and more, but he ought not to have done it, for he wasn’t as strong as he was before-he was scared, and. by' and by he burst into hundreds of pieces, or maybe two or three more. Then Bobby led the way home. I don't know how they found the way back, but they did. Maybe the lucky potato helped them. At any rate a lucky potato is a very handy thing to have if you can get some one who knows all about them to pick one out for you. If you have one in your pocket you can be brave like Bobby was, but if you haven’t you can try to be brave, which is almost as good. _ 'But the main thing is that there Is no Bugabooâ€"man any more. He’s burst, and if anybody tries to scare you with him don’t you pay any at- tention. Besides you’re \so old you don’t believe in him now, anyhow, and if you don’t believe in him he isn’t. THE GIRLS MEN ADMIRE. They admire the girl who is her mother’s right hand in household mat- ters ,and who is not above taking an interest in the most trivial things in 1 connection with home duties. They ad- .mire the girl who is a bright, enteru .tai-ning companion, and who has ever ’a kind word and pleasant smile for [those around. They admire the girl lwho is always neatly gowncd, no mat- ,ter if in inexpensive materials, and 1who never dresses loudly or in ques- fl;ionable taste. They admire the girl :iwho can adapt herself to any society ‘Whlo never puts on affected airs, and who would scorn to do an action of which all’the world might not know. lThey admire the girl who, in an em- iergency, can turn her hand to any- thing, from cooking the family din- ,ner to retri-mrning an old hat. They iadlmire the girl who is unselfish en- iough to give up some pleasure of her lown to benefit: snot-her, and does not 'consider herself aggrieved at having to do so. They admire the girl who can talk of more important things than dress or the last' new play, and l who can listen intelligently when deep- ler subjects are introduced. l ___.,,____ ll Willi-ltd? llllllllllll THE STORY OF A WOMAN AD- DRESSED T0 VJOMEi‘l. ll. Tells [low Those Wonk {1an Respondent (Im Obtain New Health and strength at 11 Small Expenseâ€"I'm! Facts hilly Verified by Investigation. From the Mail, Granby, Que. The reading public have evidence lput before them almost every day lOf the healing powers of Dr. W'il- ‘liams’ Pink Pills. It is sometimes asked whether these cures are per- manent, and in reply to this we would say lhatacasc which recently came to the attention of the Mail in- dicates that the results following the use this medicine are as lasting as they are beneficial. ‘ Some years ago ers. Robert \Vebster, who is well ,known in Granby, passed through a. ivery serious illness in which her con- dilion very nearly bordered upon colâ€" lapse. 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