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In spite of her sixty years she had a bright, fresh-colored face, with a look of youth about it which con- trasted curiously with her snowy hair. She was little and plump and had a brisk, cheerful way of mov- ing about, “Now that is charming of you to come and see me just at the very right minute, Sigrid,” said Fru Askevold, kissing the girl, whose face, owing to trouble and sleep- lessness, looked more worn than her ‘own. “I’ve just been cutting out Ingeborg’s new frock, and am want- mg to sit down and rest a litle. Whatdo you think of the color? Pretty, isn’t it ‘1” “Charming,” said Sigrid. “Let me do the tacking for you.” “No, no; you look tired, my child; sit down there by the stove, and I will tack it together as we chat. What makes those dark patches beneath your eyes 2” “Oh, it is nothing. I could not sleep last night, that is all.” “Because you were worrying over something. That does not pay, child; give it up. It’s a bad habit.” “I don’t think I can help it,” said Sigrid. “We all of us have a natural tendency that way. Don’t you remember how Frithiof never could sleep before an examina~ tion 2” ' “And you perhaps were worrying yogi} brain about him? Was that 1 ‘ “Partly,” said Sigrid, looking down and speaking nervously. “Yul see it was in this wayâ€"I had a chance of becoming rich and well to .do, of stepping into a position Which would have made me able to help the others, and because it did not come up to my own notion of happiness I threw\ away the chance.” _ And so little by httle and men- tioning no name, she put before the motherly old lady all the facts of the case. “Child,” said Fru Askevold, “I have only one piece of advice to give youâ€"be true to your own ideal.”. ' “But then one’s own ideal may be unattainable in this world.” “Perhaps, and if so it can’t be helped. But if you mean your mar- riage to be a happy one, then be true. Half the unhappy marriages come from people stooping to take just what they can get. If you acâ€" cepted this man’s offer you might be wronging some girl who is really capable of loving him properly.” “Then you mean thatsome of us have higher ideals than others?” “Why, yes, to be sure; it is the same in this as in everything else, and what you have to do is just to shut your ears to all the wellâ€"mean- ing but false maxims of the world, and listen to the voice in your own heart. Depend upon it you will be able to do far more for Frithiof and Swanhild if you are true to your- self than you would be able to do as a rich woman and an unhappy wife.” Sigrid was silent for some minâ€" utes. “Thank you," she said at length. “I see things much more clearly now; last night I could only seclphilosophic matter-ofâ€"factness which things through Aunt Gronvold’s spectacles, and 1 think they must be very shortâ€"sighted ones.” Fru Askevold laughed merrily. “That is quite true,” she said. "The marriages brought about by scheming relatives may look prom- ising enough at first, but in the long run they always bring trouble and misery. The true marriages are made in heaven, Sigrid, though folks are slow to believe that.” Sigrid went away comforted, yet nevertheless life was not very plea- e ONLY A MONTH,- OR. A CURIOUS MYSTERY EXPLAINED. ! gen without any signs of great de- jection in his face, she had all day long to endure the consciousness of her aunt’s vexation, and to feel in every little economy that this need not have been practiced had she de- cided as Fru Gronvold wished. It ‘ was on the whole a very dreary Christmas, yet the sadness was brightened by one little act of kind- ness and courtesy which to the end of her life she never forgot. For after all it is that which is rare that makes a deep impression on us. The word of praise spoken at the begin- ning of our career lingers forever in our hearts with something of the glow of encouragement and hopeful- ness which it first kindled there; while the applause of later years glides off us like water 0 ffa duck’s back. The little bit of kindness shown in day-s of trouble is remem- bered when greater kindness dur- ing days of prosperity has been for- gotten. It was Christmasâ€"eve. Sigâ€" rid sat in her cold bedroom, wrap- . ped round in an eider-down quilt. She was reading over again the let- ter she had last received from Fri~ thiof, just one of those short un- satisfying letters which of late he had sent her. From Germany he had written amusingly enough, but these London letters often left her more unhappy than they found her, not so much from anything they said as from what they left unsaid. Since last Christmas all had been taken away from her, and now it seemed to her that even Frithiof’s love was growing cold, and her tears fell fast on the thin little sheet of paper .where she had tried so hard to read love and hope between the lines, . and had tried in vain. A knock at the door made her dry her eyes hastily, and she was re- lieved to find that it was not her cousin Karen who entered, but Swanhild, with a sunny face and blue eyes dancing with excitement. “Look, Sigrid,” she cried, “here is a parcel which looks exactly like a present? Do make haste and open it“)! ‘ They cut the string and folded back the paper, Sigrid giving a lit- tle cry of surprise as she saw be- fore her the water-color sketch of Bergen, which had been her father’s last present to her on the day beâ€" fore his death. Unable to pav it. she had asked the 1. reprietor of the shop to take it back again, and had been relieved by his ready consent Glancing quickly atthe accompany- ing note, she saw Ihat it bore his signature. It ran as follows; “Madame,â€"â€"Will you do me the honor of accepting the water-color sketch of Bergen chosen by the late Herr Falck in October. At your wish I took back the picture then and regarded the purchase as though it had never been made. I now ask you to receive it as a Christmasâ€"gift and a slight token of my respect for the memory. of your father,” etc., etc. r “Oh!” cried Sigrid, “isn’t' that good of him? And how nice of him to wait for Christmas instead of sending it straight back. Now I shall have something to send to Frithiof. It will get to him in time for the new year.” Swanhild clapped her hands. “What a splendid idea! I had not thought of that. And we shall. have it up here just for Christmas- day. How pretty it is! People-are very kind,‘I think!” And Sigrid felt the litle clinging arm round her waist, and as they , looked- at the picture together she smoothed back the child’s golden hair tenderly. “Yes,” she said, smiling, “after all, people are very kind.” y..____ CHAPTER XV. As Preston Askevold had feared, Frithiof bore the troubles much less easily. He was without Sigrid’s sweetness of nature, without her patience, and the little touch of helped her to endure. He was far more sensitive too, and was terribly handicapped by the bitterness which was the almost inevitable re- sult of his treatment by Blanche Morgan, a bitterness which stirred him up into a sort of contemptuous hatred of both God and man. Sig- ' rid, with her quiet common sense, her rarely expressed but very real faith, struggled on through the win- ter and the spring, and in the pro-- cess managed to grow and develop, but Frithiof, in his desolate Lon- sant to her just then, for although don lodgings, with his sore heart she had the satisfaction of seeingfind rebellious intellect, grew dad},- anvald walkiny the streets of Ber- more hard and morose. Had it not‘ been for the Bonifaccs he must have gone altogether to the bad, but the days which he spent every now and then in that quiet, simple house- hold, where kindness reigned su- preme, saved him from utter'ruin. For always through the darkest part of every life there runs, though we may sometimes fail to see it, this “golden thread of love,” so that even the Worst man on earth is not wholly cut off from God, since He will, by some means or other, eternally try to draw him out of death into life. We are astounded now and then to read that some cold-blooded murderer, some man IIIS “GOLDEN” VOICE. Despite youthful competitors and various geniuses who are un- earthed from time to time, Caruso can still command bigger fees than any tenor living. He has just signed an engagement for a twenty- five days’ season at Buenos Ayres, for which he is to receive $84,000. As this works out at $3,360 a per- formance, the remuneration may be said to be very handsome. But Caruso by no means holds the record, for'Mme. Patti was of- ten paid on a more generous scale. When visiting New Orleans she guilty of a hideous crime, will ‘as in his last moments to see a child who loved him devotedly, and whom he also loved. We are astonished just because we do not understand the untiring heart. of the All-Fa- ther who in His goodness often gives to the vilest sinner the love of a pure-hearted woman or child. So true is the beautiful old" Latin say- ing, long in the world but little believed,” Mergere nos patitur, sed non submergere Christus” (Christ lets us sink may be, but not drown). Just at this time there was only one thing in which Frithiof found any satisfaction, and that was in the little store of money which by slow degrees he was able to place in the savings bank.“ In what way it could ever grow into a sum large enough to pay his falther’s clrcdi- - - tors he did not troub e himsef to 000 - ht to _ . othin f a m; crease, and w1th th1s o‘ne aim in life . ‘3' mg ’ say- n go . he struggled on, working early and tammg fee Of $60’000' It Is re' late, and living on an amount of puted that. altogether She .made ajfood which would have horrified an round 9011110“ W15“ 11.6? “3108- Englishman. Luckily he ‘had dis- The famqus Pansmn authpr’ covered a. place in Oxford Street Jilles Clareme’ has been. compaljing where he could get a. good dinner the fate of a great_s01entist like every day for Sixpence,'but this Fabre, Who 15 St“va m hls 01d was practically his only meal, and age, to the wealth. amasfied by a after some months the scanty, fare Caruso. “A tenor earns in half an began to ten upon him, so that; eyen hour more than Fabl'e earned “1 the Miss Turnours noticed that 3» WhOIG Year,” he deCIa}'eS-_ something was wrong. The famous tenor Mario himself “That young man looks to me un- compared singing with a good derfed,” said Miss Caroline one cigar: “A good cigar is as rare'as day. “Ilmet him on the Stairshjust a good tenor, and-‘eas dear. It re-p now, am he seems to me to ave ceives its short life from the lungs, grown paler and thinner. What whence also comes its death. Ei- does he have for breakfast, Char- ther of them leaves nothing but a lotte? Does he eat as well as the little smoke, and perhaps a happy other ledger?” I . memory.” “Dear me, no,” said Miss Char- Enrico Caruso. ‘ \\ ‘ .‘xu \§‘ s “x \\ u “\\ V . I '\ k n umx‘ - urityâ€"sealed tight and protected 'from any possible contaminationâ€"- Extra Granulated Sugar in this new 5-Pound Package is the cleansct, purest sugar you can buy. Each Package contains 5 full pounds of sugar. Canada Sugar Refining Co. 1" A lilyrltt k lotte. “It’s my belief that he eats nothing at all but ship’s biscuits. There’s a tin of them up in his room and a tin of cocoa, which he makes for himself. All I ever take him is a jug of boiling water night and morning!” “Poor fellow!” said Miss Char- lotte, sighing a little as she plaited some lace which must have been washed a hundred times into her dress. (To be continued).- >1< GERMANY’S OLDEST WINE. A Little Left of the Rosenwcin Put ~ Away in 1624. * In 1624 the City of Bremen bought and put away a barrel of Rosenwein,‘ which was even then considered the noblest and finest of all the Rhine wines. The barrel cost $50. What the wine is worth now, reckoning the ’ cost of com- pound intere-st for three.centuries, has been made the subject of vari- ous fantastic calculations. . It is only upon rare. pccasions that the oflicials‘of-Bremen permit the drawing of what is considered the city’s greatest treasure. About fifty bottles of the wine 'is left in the barrel, and even that is no 'longer absolutély the original 1624 I wine, for whenever any of the wine is drawn it is replaced from one of the “twelve apostles”â€"'â€"-the twelve barrels in the rathskeller, which contain the next oldest wine in Germany. . The last considerable Withdrawal from the barrel was in August, 1824, when twelve bottles of the precious fluid were sent to Goethe on the occasionof his seventyâ€"fifth birthday. 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