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Port Perry Star, 4 Nov 1908, p. 3

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APE i ale! Halles; all of : ze s Based 3 al he b burst out when John had entific reses 2 1 Glad to see you, though IT 3 suppose none of you will return the compliment, ' The only person who seemed glad to behold my hand- 'some 'countenance was httle Miss Holmes, the nursery governess, who t. cried with joy. But, then {amos unsophisticated, and doesn't |! count. 23 You may sit down, Cecil,' ob- served old Barth, in.a dignified d not need to. be clever Joite, and I will hear what you lent of Physioguomy to ize [have to 'say. ~ 1 perceive, though, - the: leading ch in | without any explanation, that you } Barth was eo 'have come b England in a | ly it 'peeped: trom his | highly deplorable state I" pig-like eyes, from his heavy! "H'm!. It looks like it, doesn't rom his wrinkled fore ad it?' said Cecil, as he plumped him- | blee med itself in svery note of elf into a chair and swiled at every-| a p, self-satisfied voice. .. lt|body. 'And, really, I haven't much | ne Bh every cut of his oe to say. My' clothes will speak 'for X ulge of his waistcoat, the sweep | themselves and save me the : teh-chain. Moreover, it | trouble.' 'was reflected in 'the faces of the | "You are penniless, of course" )eople who sab at the break- observed Mr. Barth. = "And, of le, his two sons, Arthur and |course, it is all your own fault." and his daughter 'Mabel. | 'Well, T don't know; it was my st those three endured, or de: confounded luck, I suppose.' guts, there was small possibil-{ "There is no such thing as luck, if the Barih tradition 4 egot- | sir,' declared Mr. Barth, severely, i] into oblivion. forgetting. th that ten miniites ago he oe : 8 ng Barth's practice at |h a. very different state- your. own breakiast time to Had his paper in [ ment; {'let me remind you that: the to sea youlp h occasions | rolling stone never gathers. any : on y to impart [moss and: with ue to his family. Clearing Cecil laughed. © his throat with much dignity he pro- |, "My dear uncle," he sdid, "as rth who was ceeded fo db 86 'on this occasion. the quoting of papular' sayings terrace. "The luck of some men is amaz- {seems to appeal to you, let 'me re- with you, |ing,'! he observed, "Listen to this | mind yon of one which suggests that the smok- paragraph'! ou should never kick a man when vi The: report. referred to a certain ihe is down." Hows | mr, Uonstantine Mckiwraith, who | Mr Barth sriorbed; With, indigna- had succeeded in amassing a fortune | tion. df £500,000 in the goldfields of the| 'How dare you, sir b? he bxclnim- '| Klondike. The small 'procine eyes | ed, tempéstuotsly, 'how dare you of Mr. Barth glowed hot with envy | address me in: this manner # ; Is it {as he. read the words, and he put née enough that you come back here 'down the paper almost' angrily. ; ke a. beggar, without adding inso- ful 'thing, he obsery- hike + and impertinence to your oth- f, who have | er disgraceful doings 1' : Ny should The outcast smiled bitterly. jets competence, whilst 'It is as ¥ expected,' he id 5098 these adventurer should wallow in I had: returned home laden with treasure my sins would have been got:the hump this [ forgotten," and 1 should have had red Arthur to his the fatted calf killed in my honor, of my getting Ag it is, I suppose that I cannot { look for any help from you, uncle, unded sauce {or from my cousins. 'I must get on George ; | as best I can.' your-| The stony faces of the four people ie ) regarded him' with cold eyes as he retarted "Arthur, spoke, and he nodded. 'Yes, exactly,"" he murmured; Miss M: Dow put i in her word, "your: faces speak for themselves. "tHe will have all the women after There's not one of you will bold out \ ) ) & ish | a friendly hand to me, not one.' . { "A sob sounded of a sudden at the * observed her [open door, and an instant later it _-- hat you [was Jung wide open and a& slender, pretty girl rushed into the room. a shame--a terrible shame red; and I can't stand, is Peon sis ar A 2 A AI, ot m Do your aa ihe "others have ou. orrible d over: an nthe fy hae theoeenssi Co Te

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