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CHAPTER XII. 01195, ”but he 13 a little thoughtless, . . . and It would do him good to have to HA‘ L dll‘OCtt‘d our liver-r . ,, man to send over his beet work for his llvmg a year 0" “'0' gen: r 11 Bankin bu 'neqs tn; 1' nag and a cutter this morn The two days intervening before 5 3 ' 3 SI I Sâ€" ) . u l l 1‘ h 9‘1. I’M?” Manet] and (011901303.- ing," said Albert at break- 8 I161] passed al too qu ckly to t e . . ‘ .. . “ three young people. When Sunday lo 0!. all pmmq. Dppnsna l‘r- fast the next day to hls friend, and morning came they of course attended 'ed and mterest allowed 9.: our you and Alice can take a sleighrxdo DURHAM AGENCY. rent rates. and “‘9 Swagate sno‘vcmd- I ha" 531-2?fifififififiifiififini‘?{s33 l tt t tt ." E . ""‘â€"â€"" ‘Ofll “wigganilsslglgtrfilsd 8:810:31): at]: 183' ,xate. He dxd not pay much attention THE SAEINGS BANK ride, for every bush and tree was cov- ’to the sermon, bl“ a good deal to ‘ ‘ ‘ l e vrosc allowed on Savings Bank de. ered with a white fleece or snow, and Eccrtain sweet soprano v0 c in the m of 31 and upwards. Prompt the morning sun added a tiny sparkle 2 M A- __,,_ Machine Oil, Harness ()il. Axle Grease and Hon! Ointment, 9:0 to fiEAD EFFICE. Kl Ml". KEEN). -â€" â€"- MANAGER MERCHANT TAILOR. Manufacturer of And Dealer in -- "H W. D. (ISM-102' The Harnessmaker Y, Agent. 1.000.000 “Did you think I wore blue glasses fund patted a black cat?” she asked : laughingly. ,' “The glasses might be u protection to 1 lunceptlble young men," he answered, 5 “and for that reason I would advm E a you to vent them." That afternoon when Alice was alone with her brother he said, “Well, :13, how do you like my friend?” “Well," replied Frank, “that In a good story, but it doesn’t answer my qua- flan." ; “You remind me of a story Bert told once," she said, “about an Irishman who was called upon to plead guilty or not guilty to the charge of drunken- ness. When asked afterward how he pleaded he said, ‘Bedad, I give the Judge an equivocal answer.’ ‘And what was that?’ said his friend. ‘Begorrs, svhin the judge axed me was I guilty or not guilty I answered, “Was yer grandfather a monkey ?" 'And then he gave me sixty days.’ " “Shall I get some tomorrow to wear while you are here?" she queried, with I smile. “I will if you feel in danger." “Would you do it it I admitted I was?" he replied, resolving to stand his ground and looking squarely at her. But that elusive young lady was not to be cornered. “Oh. he means to be nice," she re- “Do you see that magnificent struc- ture we are coming to, and do you no- tice its grand columns and lofty dome? ‘1! you had been a country boy you would rerollert seeing: n pivture of it in Sthe spelling book. Take a good look fat It, for that is the temple of knowl- § edge, and it is there I tom-h school!" " Frank was silent, for thls time the lsarcnstic tone in her mine was more , pronounced. When they reached it he - stopped and said quietly: “Please hold ;the reins. I want to look into the ‘ room where you spend your days." “You are not a bit like what I Imag- lnod a schoolma'nm was like.” mm a} -=".. i‘. and Whvu I go home I ;h:::.‘ w TV! :1 box of candy to you and 19;: 1:121? ’0 (10 mm the favor of giving it ,0 Hm! 1”th $111." 'It ’wac" not what Ksh‘e expe‘éfid he Iguld say, and it rather pleased her. He took a good long look, and when he returned he said: “So that is what you call a temple. is it? And it was in :hero tlm little girl wanted to kiss you )PCfllh‘v you looked lznppy?" And then :9 My drove on 1w added. “Do you mow. I've thought of that pretty little IUllt'll m‘ fooling: a dozvn times since you told 'iiz'rl'l it. and win-n I go home I shall wwl :1 lzox of candy to you and be sarcastic or not. They rode along in silence for a time, and then Alice [)0in to a small square brown build- ing just ahead. almost hid in bmhes, and said: He made 3) reply. for he did not quite understand whether she mount to “You are to be pltled,” she said at last. with a tinge of sarcasm, “but still there are Just a few who would envy you.” monrnfully, “I have hard work to kill tlme. I can get a little party to run to Newnort or Bar Harbor in the sum- mer, and that is all. I should like to go to Florida or the West Indies in the winter. or to Labrador or Greenland summers, but I on n't find company." Allce was silent for a moment. for the picture of a young man complain- !ng because he had nothing to do but spend his time and money was new to her. ? “They are all of that,” answered 1 Alice, “and yet at times they make mo 5 feel as if I was shut in, away from all i the world. We who see them every 7' day forget their beauty and only feel I their desolation. for a great tree-clad mountain is desolate in winter, I ‘ think. At least it is apt to reflect one's ; mood. I suppose you have traveled a great deal, Mr. Nason ?” some one to go of! on my yacht with me. The fact is, Miss Page,” he added mournfully, “I have hard work to kill “I had no idea your town was no hemmed in by mountains," he said after they started and he had a chance to look around. “Why. you are com- pletely shut in, and such grand one: too! They are more beautiful than the White mountains and more grace- ful in shape." to every crystal. A thicket of spruco was changed to a grove of towering white cones and an alder swamp to I fantastic fairyland. It was all new to Frank. and as 1w drove away with that bright and vivacious girl for t companion it is needless to say ho enjoyed it to the utmost. ConrruAt. 1900, CHARLES CLARK MUNN .0 o by LE 2 (an 3!! E? 4‘ D .2...’ . 0.... .:...:':: . ' n'...§~.. .Oii... .. ::.. "-0... {3. .0. ~- :90. 0' “C j. ' 'I a o ...:P. . .‘4 . O 7 . .0. ..o : - ::.O. This expression of taste was so much in ‘line with Frank’s. and the idea of 0003’.... name,” she said. “It makes one think of green woods and campfires. I should dearly love to take a sail in her. I have read so much about yachts and yachting that the idea of sailing along the shares In one’s own floating house. as it were. has a fascination for me.” pri I have lvd an aimless life, bored to (loath by ennui and cons‘cious that no 0110 was made any happier by mv ex- isfvnw. What Hort said to L29 and yunr remark have only sm'vvd 1:) make 1110 realize it more fully." "I don’t feel the need of repentance except in one way,” he answered, “and that you would not be interested in. To be candid, Miss Page, I’m growing ashamed of the useless life I lead. and it's that I feel to repent of. A few things your brother said to me three months ago were the beginning. and a remark you made the day we first Went sleighing has served to increase that feeling. Ever since I left college “Why so pensive, Mr. Nasbn? Has going to church made you feel re pvumnt?” A realization of her cool lndlflerenee tinged hls feelings that evening just at dusk, where he had been left alone be- shle the freshly started parlor fire. and when the object of his thought hap- penml in he sat staring moodily at the flames. She drew a chair opposite and. svzztlng herself. said pleasantly: “In a way, yes," answered Alice. “They don’t mean to be rude, but a new face at church is a curio. I’ll wager that nine out of ten who were there this morning are at this moment discussing your looks and wondering who and what you are.” me. and whenever the chdrlr sang [Yor- got to count. Why was It they stared at me so much? Is a stranger here 8 walking curiosity?” 0n the way home she, or course, ask~ ed the usual question as to how he liked the sermon. “I don’ t think I heard ten words of It.” he replied. “I was kept busy counting how many I caught looking at wow, and When arter servlce Alice Joined them he boldly walked away with her and left Albert chatting with I neighbor. He sat staring moodily at the flames. The five days intervening before Sunday passed all too quickly for the three young people. When Sunday morning came they of course attended church, and Frank found himself slyly stared at by all the people of Sand- l7 , , -~---v II\JJI|\,‘ This was Soutllport in summer. blit 3 same care but some (TI‘OW bl in winter, When the little harbor fltfand strong “Jill“ (”i-{er t g. the Cape was it-ehound, the winding: . *3 ‘ b ‘L S S a) road to the head of the island buried 81113” and weak. beneath drift: and the people often for SCOtt’S Emulsion offers an weeks at a time absolutely cut of! Gas Wit ‘ n ' A ~ . from communication with the rest or Ci >111 y out Of‘ th“ dimCUIt)“ the world, it was a place cheerless in , ‘1 .weakncss, often means in desolation. Like so many wood- ' starvation, not because of lack chucks then the residents kept within , f doors or only stirred out to cut wood, 0 {OOd’ bUt because the fOOd fodder the stock and shovel paths so “11033 nOt fEEd- that the children could go to school.l Scott’s Emulsion reallyfeeds The days were short and the evenings ‘ 've ' ° long, and to get together and spend l and 81h S the Child ngmg hours in labored conversation the only lStl'engt . pastime. It was one of those long even. Whatever the cause of weak in” and when Aunt Lissy and Tell ’ 0 were at a neighbor’s and Uncle Ten-y, l £653“??? falllPre to growâ€" left to himself, was reading eVery line, » C0 3 mu Slon seems to find including the advertisements, in the j it and set the matter right. rnal, that the I ll ’ Send! f , Etc :21: o owing met t t e“ Sgt-mtggfimpfimu. a mercy. Th9 scattered lslandex's and the handful whose dwellings comprised the Cape Worked hard, lived fmgally and were unconscious that all around them was a rocky shore whose cliffs and inlets and beaches were so many poems of picturesque and charming scenery. gnu-urea in the church to sing hymns they repeated fifty-two times each year, listnn to a prayer by Oaks that seldom mriwl in a single sentence. and heard Auntie Leach thank the Lord for his “many merciels,” though what they wore in her case it would be hard to tull, unless being permitted to live alone and work hard to live at all was Once in about three weeks, according to weather, the monotony of the village was disturbed by the arrival of a small Schooner owned jointly by Uncle Terry, Oaks and Bascom, and which plied be- tween the Cape and Boston. Once in two weeks services were held, as usual, in the little brown church, and as often the lighthouse tender called and left coal and oil for Uncle Terry. Regu- larly on Thursday evenings the few pimwlv inclined. led by Deacon Oaks, At the Cape, where Uncle Terry. Aunt Lissy and Telly lived their sim- ple home life, and Bascom, the store- keeper and postmaster, talked unceas- ingly when he could find a listener, and Deacon Oaks wondered why “the grace 0’ God hadn’t freed the land from stuns," no one ever came to dis- turb its quietude. Every morning Un- cle Terry, often accompanied by Telly in a calico dress and sunbonnet, rowed out to pull his lobster traps, and after dinner harnessed and drove to the head of the island to meet the mail boat; then at eventide. after lighting his pipe and the lighthouse lamp at about the same time, generally strolled over to “zlSt‘OlD’S to have a chat. while Telly made a call on the “Widder Leach.” a misanthropic but pious protegee of hers, and Aunt Lissy read the paper. ' N summer Southport island, as yet untalnted by the tide of outing travel, was a spot to inspire dreams, poetry and canvases covered with ocean lore. Its many coves and inlets where the tides ebbed and flow ed among the weed cov ered rocks, its bold cliffs, sea washed and above which the white gulls and fishhawks circled; the deep thickets of spruce through which the ocean winds murmured and where great beds of ferns and clusters of red bunch berries grew were one and all left undisturbed week in, week out. When the train came in he rather hurriedly offered his hand and with 3 “Permit me to thank you again” as he raised his hat turned away to gather up the satchels so as not to be witness to her leave taking from her brother. “It is very nice of you to say so." she replied, “and I shall be glad to be remembered and hope you will visit us again.” “May I send you a few books and some new songs when I get home, Miss Page? I want to show you how much I have enjoyed this visit.” When they stood 6n the platform the next morning awaiting the train he said quiet'iy: It was a pretty speech, and Frank imagined she threw a little more than usual pathos into the song after it, but then no doubt his imagination was biased by his feelings. “By no means," he said. “only I may perhaps have a little of the same mOod at times that Ben Bolt had when he heard of the fate of his sweet Alice.” “Does that mean that you will think of me as sleeping ‘in a corner obscure and alone’ in some churchyard?” she responded archly. “I shall not need to recall that song to remind me of you," he said in a low voice as be spread it on the music rack in front of her, “but I shall al- ways feel its mood when I think of you.” When conversation lagged Frank begged that she would sing for him and suggested selections from Moody and Bankey, and despite her brother’s sarcastic remark that it wasn’t a re- vival meeting they were holding she not only played and sang all those time worn melodies, but a lot of others from older collections. When retiring time came Frank asked that she con- clude with “Ben Bolt." “Oh. I didn’t mean it that way," he said, looking serious, “only mother and 21e- lxii-1| are afraid of the water that a i.” ' “It's a delightful outing you sug- gest," she answered, “and I thank you very much, but I wouldn’t think of amlnx it your family had to be coaxed to so, end then it’s not likely that Bert could and the time.” hiring this churmlng girl for a ya'cm. lng companion so tempting that hie tnce glowed. “Nothing would give me greater pleuure,” he responded, “then to have you for a guest op my boat. Miss Page. I think it could be managed it I could only coax my mother and sisters to go. and you and your brother would Join us. We would visit the Maine coast re- sorts and hove no end of a good time." CHAPTER XIII. And that’s the way with chfldren. They are like young plants. Same food, same home same care but some grow big, and strong while others stay cnxnll fln’l ..... 1 Every fzmner knows that $0me plants grow better than others. Soil may be the same and seed may eem the same but some plants are weak and others strong. She watched him take out the contents. drawing a long whit! of smoke and slowly emitting it in rings. “It’s been so many years, an’ since I got thinkin' ’bout it I’d like to take 3 look at ’em, jest to remind me 0’ that fortunate day ye came to us." “Ye wouldn’ t mind fetchin' 'em now, would ye Telly?" he continued after “Why, no, father " she answered, a little surprised. “I hope not. They are all in a box in my bureau. and no one ever disturbs them. " Outside tho Iteadjf boom of the surf beating on the rovks came with monot- onous regularity, and inside the clock ticked. For a long time Uncle Torry lat and smoked on in silence. resum- tng, perhaps, his bygones, and then said: “By the way. Telly, what's be come 0’ them trinkets 0' yourn ye had on that day? It's been so long now, 'most twenty years, I 'bout forgot 'em. I I'pose ye hain’t lost '91:), hev ye?" As this joke was not new to the lil- teners no notice was taken of it, and the three lapsed into silence. “He’s worse’n burdock burs ter git away from " answered Uncle Terry, , “an' ye can t be perllte ter him unless yo want t' spend the rest 0' yer life listenin’. His tongue allus seemed tor be hung in the middle an’ wag both ways. I wasn’t lonesome," he contin- ued, rising and adding a few sticks to the tire as the two women laid aside their wraps and drew chairs up. “I've read the paper purty well through an’ had a spell o' livin' over bygones,” and then, turning to Telly and smiling, he added: “I got thinkin' o’ the day ye came ashore, an' mother she got that excited she sot the box ye was in on the stove an’ then put more wood in. It’l a wonder she didn’t put ye in the stove instead 0’ the wood!” “Were you lonesome, father?" asked Telly, who usually led conversatim ll tho Terry home. “We stopped at Bal- com’a, and you know he never stop. talking." When Aunt Llasy and Telly came home Uncle Terry was as composed u a rock and sat quietly puffing hil pipe, with his feet on top of a chair and pointing toward the fire. “Wimmin are siuh curi: creeterl they’d be sure to want to know what I’d cut out 0’ that page,” he said to himself, “1111’ never rent till I told 'em.” Then he cut the slip out and hid it In his black leather mallet, and then cut out the entire page and burned it. “I’ll jist breathe easy an’ sag up," he said to himself, "same as though I was crossln’ thin h-e. an’ it nothin' comes on’t nobody ’H be the worse for worryin’.” It was fortunate he was alone, for it gave him time to think the matter over, and after half an hour of aston- ishment he decided to say nothing to his wife or Telly. antâ€"witâ€"lifihia wife, child.and crew, was known to have been wrecked on the coast of Halno in larch, 187â€".. Nothing ha- ever been heard or said Peter-on or hi. wife. but the child may have been saved. Any one having information that will lead to tho diacovery of thin child will in amply rewarded by communicating with NICHOLAS FRYE, Attorney at Law. â€" Pemberton Square. Boston. “Waal, I'll be everlastin'ly [oi darn- ed!” Uncle Terry exclaimed after he had read it for the third time. “It thin don’t beat all natur I’m a goat.” Send {or free sample. 7 ac. Chemists, Toronto, 5°C. and 31.00311 dfugzisu. WANTED.â€"Intormation thn wiii ind to tho discovery of an heir to tho out“. of on. Eric Peterson, a landowner und uhipbuiider of Stockholm. Sweden. who” __.-.- m ryv,’ he “id tOzetlmer. ‘ “Waal.” answered Uncle mg a seat and laying his door beside him. “I've com a ouris errand." And, tak slip he had a few days be in his wallet. he handed with the remark. “That‘s t Frye’s {ace briulnmmn pmously at its occupant. “We“, sir, what can I do for you?" asked Frye after his visitor had intro- duued himself. When, after an all ni which he sat in the su his pipe and thoughts l arrived in Boston. be {c phrase it, like a cat in rot. He had tried to against the expected m1 Frye, who, he felt our him pay dearly for any he entered the rather l that legal light Uncle T¢ viciously at its occunam ’thout losln’ my Shh-t.” vâ€"-d "- he have to invent n reasonnhlo excuse for going by exciting the fears of both Buscom and Oaks regnrding money really due them, but he had to allay the curiosity of his wife and Telly as well. In a smell village like the Cape every one‘s movements were well known to all and commented on, and no one we. better aware of it than Uncle Terry. But go to Boston he must. and to do no right in the dead of winter and not ex- cite a small: tempest of curious cousin This plan had cost Uncle Terry 3 good deal of diplomacy. Not only did 'VE got tor go ter Boston," Bald Uncle Torry to his wife a few days later. “Thlr'l v some money due us that we ain't nrtin we‘ll git. You an' Telly can tend the lights for a couple 0' nights. can't ye? I won't be gone more’n that. Bascom‘e to take me up to the head, an’ it the boat's runnln' I’ll be all right." “Waal, ye better put the box away now,” said Uncle Terry at last. “I'll jest go out an' take a look 06’!) the p'int. and then it’ll be time to turn in." And as she looked at those mute rel- ics which told so little and yet so much of her history, while the old man who had been all that a kind father could be to her took them out one by one. she realized more than ever what a debt of gratitude she owed to him. When he had looked them over and put them back in the exact order in which they had been packed, he closed the box and, taking the little hand that had been caressing his face in his own wrinkled and bony one. held it for a moment. When he released it the girl stooped and, pressing her lips to his weather browned cheek, arose and re- sumed her seat. How many times that orphan girl had imagined what that taie might be; how often before she had examined every one of those mute tokens; how many times gazed with mute eyes at the faces in the locket; and how, as the years hearing her onward toward maturity passed, had she hoped and waited, haping ever that some word. some whisper from that farofl land of her birth might reach her! These were ail the heritage of thin wait of the sea who now, a fair girl with eye: and face like the w‘omnn. p§pture, was leaning on the shoulder of her foster father, and they told a pathetic tale of life and death; of ro- mance and mystery not yet unwoven. W -"-vâ€" First came a soft. neecy blanket, then two little garments. once whitest mus- lin, but now yellow with age, and then another smaller one of flannel. Pinned to this were two tiny shoes of knitml wool. In the bottom of the box was a small wooden shoe, and thong!) alum-T- in comparison, yet evidently fashion, ‘: “I “1 13(1qu toot. Tucked in this Wu... 1 little bo'f‘tied With {mica ribbon; sun in this were a lwln_~t and chain. two rings and a scrap of paper. The writ~ lug on the paper. once hastily scrawled by a despairing mothers' hand, had al- most faded, and inside the locket were two faces, one a man's with strongly marked features, the other girlish with big eyes and hair in curls. A The girl aroee and, xoint npateira. re. turned with a small tin box shaped like a trunk and, drawing the table up in front of Uncle Terry, net the box down upon it. AI he opened it the perched herself on the arm of his chair and, leaning againet his shoulder, passed one arm caressingly around his neck and watched him take ont the contents. answered Uncle Terry, at- It and laying his hat on the de him. 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