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A swilt glance, like a flash of "cht, leaps into her eyes, wild with * l am not il}, thank you," she Yss slowly, in that same, auicet Co. "Yet, I feel rather weak ‘, thank you," and the chair he ts beside her she feebly _ and arlly s«inks into and her â€" head ~»s on her breast. ‘I am surs you are illâ€"I am rald you are ill," he repeats unâ€" cadily, in a low, husky voice, and on the drooping little figure with e helpless arm, is so Childlike Moun t 0;5«1:;. her ‘astle. har inwamo AE m eR forth," "I â€" underst «qmietly, and but noticeâ€"t} tone. "And if islactorily toâ€" Yes, 1 hope fully. "The pa may lead to lact, Dalroy, awre io do s ‘Yes, and y There Is ag spairing glance face, and eyes twilight. ‘As soon as "uere is another dead silence. Gilâ€" an does not ask any question about itk Maluon, or Mr. Damer or the wlustrial expedition. She does not ire nor comprehend. What are those eople or the wide world to her now ? Vhat is money, or youth, or even ‘ girlish beauty she has begun to ze? What is her residence in pedition out to a ms "ke question; "I have studied minâ€" cralogy and petroiogy for years ; i\ is quite a favorite study of mine, «eems to come naturally to me, you know," he says, hurriedly, with s careless laugh. "And I havs writ n a lfew papers on various subâ€" Jxtsa for the societyâ€"the Geologiâ€" on‘. l am a member, and I think I have a good chance now, through one of the members, a friend of miue who is getting men together Ior what they calil an industrial exâ€" «rado, to report 6Hwii\'e"l-und in its farion« aspects, you know, minerâ€" alogical, Agricultural, and 80 Yes," â€" George 'uy-‘ 6 speaking frankly in replty_ lto that cool, ladyâ€" ‘Then you are thinking of leayâ€" ing Mr. Damer‘s agency for someâ€" thing _ better?" (Gillian inquires, with just the correect amount of adyliko interest and sympathy â€" in ‘ervoice, _ whilst her very neart scems to be tearing in twain with an anguish of suspense. ously pushing his ts hep, C@AOCJ+_ _ it e ie CmdgK E niyeo been trving for, and hoping for, for a long ‘une, a very long time. I told Mr. Damer about it some time ago, and, blkmcrsebs Lom Macaasc n ue w Sm h "»e i{rees and shrubs planted at "vals around the hedge of the oldâ€" oned garden. ©y look _ like . gloomy spectres cring around her; a blacker ow than the black outiine of ‘â€"naâ€"Mor against the orange \ of the evening sky has fallen her spirit. 6 vista of the wide valley below Unstle Hill, half shrouded in mists of twilight, seems to her ~od fancy like a vista ol that x where the shadow of death i‘ Ussory, her stay in Darragh le, her innocent schemes, her en hopes, her sweet, precious ms of that future which she is at moments she sees drawing her like a vision of paradise ? It been but a miserable mirage in lesert of her loveless, blighted ‘Indeed ?" Gillian says, aly, a cold, slow weight o settle down on her I nlees, f *Yes." he says arain in 18 sOC place, fHome, sweet home ; frleads to enjoy it, there A LE understand," _ Gillian says, |y. and he noticesâ€"he cannot noticeâ€"the dull, faint, weary _ "And if all be arranged satâ€" torily toâ€"morrow you will go?" ‘s, I hope so," he says, thoughtâ€" "The pay is not much, but it lead to something beiter. In Dalroy, my friend, said it was to do so." s and you go soon ?" re Is agony in the swift deâ€" "C glance in George‘s composed and eyes gazing out into the aigth he touches you ill? Does anything ail ie asks, hurriedly, in a iowâ€" @ I been only a delirious dream, < waking has covered her with and sgelfâ€"scorn. stands desolate, stricken, °ss8, gazing out with aching, & Oyes at the dark shadows izes unseeing. she â€" stands &£. ihough his voice is to her. the voice she soon * no more. Though his eyes lously watching herâ€"those ic eyes which. it may be, is night she will never see n as Mr. Damer can supply ‘ he answers, readily, "and him Icannot see why he l on for a time vyery well Mahon as his under stewâ€" is a senslble, shrewd felâ€" ather well educated for his he says agaio, in the same 1 t like the idea of my all, still he would not Mamnitoba and Colâ€" speaking rather her arm, own â€" chair elight beginning her heart and with delicio uns ; is no Place like Exlthont?oâ€"th l one day. omlfizg:y'..mfl.n?}: * It doesn‘t matter," she reiterates, with coaxing tenderness in her voice, and the timid, modest caress of her hand touching his lovingly. " Only I Bhe thinks, innocent soul, that she knows but too well poor Anne‘s secret. Poor, unloved Anne !â€"happy, blissfully happy Gillian ! C _ ** Well, it doesn‘t matterâ€"it doesn‘t matter in the least what I thought or didn‘t think," Gillian says hurâ€" riedly, with a troubled blush. _ _ She is a strange girl, and that is the truth. T have known her these gix years intimately, and I believe in my heart, Idon‘t know her real nature now." + *"* What did she say ?" George aske, sharply ; " I never thought Aune was one to jest at my expense before. "Deceive you? Heaven forbid I was as bad as that!‘" George says, simâ€" ply and honestly. "IL told you the plain truthâ€"I â€" never was Annoe‘s loverâ€"never had any idea of such a thing, though Anne is a good girli and we are the best of friends. I told you all this before. Why did you doubt my word ?" Whis a little steroly. » "I beg your pardon," Gillian says, humbly and earnostly. "I mistook something Anne said. She was jJestâ€" ing, perhaps." The last words quiver half audiâ€" bly. "Because you are Anne‘s lover, or you ought to be," she says, slowly, drawing herself further back from him, thrusting him â€" off with one small, soft hand ; "you denied it to me onece, you know ; but from what Anne said the day of the picnic, 1 suppose you meant to deceive me?" Mer lips have grown quite white with the fierce throbbing of _ her heart, as she waits without drawâ€" ing a breath for his answorâ€"waitâ€" ing, dreading, expecting the anâ€" swer which will rend the trembling heart in sunder in tearing him out of his innermost shrine. I am actiag as treacherously and dishonestly as a man can act in such an affair!" "Why ? Why ?" She draws herseif a little away from him, but still clasping his hand, still looking up to him with heseeching eyes, " is it â€"because of Anne ?" "If I care!" he laughs, halfâ€"vrexâ€" cdly. "You know I do ; unfortunately for myself and for you! I have ro right to care for you, or at least to tell you of it. No right on earth, and I know it, and know, too, that "If you care for me," (Cillian says with piteouns, sweet humility in her timid eyesâ€""if you care for me, you would never go away very far â€"ifâ€"you care." "I1 cannot quite promise _ you that," George falters. "Of course now, even if I go away anywhere for awhile, I must come back to you, mustn‘t 1 ?" 1 never meaitâ€"never! that you should know I was fond of you." "But I do know it now, don‘t 1 ?" she whispers hack, ruffling the soft, brown hair â€" against George‘s velâ€" vyeteen coat. "You do cars a little bit for me, and you won‘t ever go away from me, will you ? They do not speak for some minâ€" utes, the man in mingled despair, hapâ€" piness, and perplexity ; the girl in wordless rapture. And then George, bending down his headâ€"she is only ‘"*as high as his heart," of a suret yâ€"â€" essays his first lover‘s speechâ€"rather an odd one. + "You know," he mutters, smiling and flushing, as he clasps the slim, girlish form tenderly closer, " you know you have don»s for me now! He was going away from herâ€"forâ€" ever, perchance. Ah, that miserable "was !" He is going to stay near her, beslde her all the days of their lives, Ah, blissful present and future! to them, standing by the window in the s#soft, autumn gloaming, as fair a picâ€" ture as the tender twilight ever saw. He, tail and strong and fair as a Viking ; _ she, slender, fragile, darkâ€" haired, darkâ€"eyed, timid and loving. Trusting to his strength in her physâ€" lcal weakness, trusting to his houor In her friendless innocence, trusting to his Ilove with all the â€" unlimited love and trust of her heart. Awiep _z _____1_ PCTCSEC â€" DO:Une§S, And George stooping nearer to her, and drawing her closer to him, whisâ€" pers back, his own face white as hers in hig ow n emotion : "I won‘t if you tell me to stay !" The grasp of the little white hand tighteng on the strong brown one as she rises to her feet. ‘"Yes, I No. Do stay ! Oh, do stay !~ she mutters, through burning blushes, and eyes blinded with great, bright tears, and then, somehow, the little white hand and the ring of â€" milky pearls is round George‘s big, museuâ€" lar neck, and George‘s arms are loecked around her, and his face is pressed to hers, "Must you go * hoarneiy, in her . fear at her own Stops the Cough and Works Of the Cold. fram, _ _ EZC1‘9â€"SLIAQIs out swiltly from amonge«t the warm white shawls and clasp George‘s big, muscuâ€" lar, sunburned hand with a passionâ€" ate_ grasp. And I must die for want of one word," t And one fair, solt little hand dainty little hand with the rir splendid pearlsâ€"steals out B w fl:_om' amongst the warm . He Monsoon ) home. CHAPTER xIx 0 ?" she whisperg, quite er agony of shame and wn desperate boidness. stooping nearer to her, ©*» pronmuise _ you rs. "Of course away anywhere table and a few M â€" handâ€"the the ring of one bold _ _But when they are seated side by _sidee with his arm around hr _ slim waist, and her gentle head, with a soft warm touch like a dove, nestles against his breast, poor George, after a struggle with the fair temptation that has come to him in his lonely home and his loveless young manâ€" hood, begins to wonder what he has left to say. How can & sternly consider the rights and dges of others before her? How can he be prudent, and wise, and cold, and just, and thrust her out of his life, and bar up the door of utter separation between them, with those tender yearning hands stretched out to him, und‘ turn his back forever on the sunshine of her Jloving smiles, the sweet I MOiiie iss Autw uts td in i . Plh : sscaits h. (h24 and torraces, and lawns. You rememâ€" ber I said so the very lirst morning 4 saw the Castle and admired it. Â¥on remember that morning. don‘t you ?" "Yes, I remember," George says, smiling rather sadly ; "But I must talk to you seriously, Gillian dearest ; let us s1t down for a few minutes." It does not need that new terider Aappéllation to persuade her to obey him. What request or command of his would she disobey who has elected him king, lord, and governor of her life while that life shall last ? Ho draws her over to the sofa beâ€" gide the glowing red fire. Gillian likes the turf and oak logs for fuel, and in . the large, o‘dâ€"fashioned grate they burn checrily and with generous, brilâ€" liant warmth. "My darling, I know you â€" would give me every shilling you owned on earth, as freely as you would give me your sweet self," he says, huskâ€" ily.. "I wish I only dare ask you for the last, and you might keep the rest! I wish you were as poor as mysel{, and that I might _ marry you and bring you hereâ€"into this old barrackâ€"castle, to â€" share my poverty. I believeâ€"on my life I beâ€" lieveâ€"we should be happy enough !" "We.should ! Oh, indeed we should !" she says, with eyes as radiant as ever were Eve‘s when Adam led her to her bower of roses in Eden. "We could make this such a beantiful old pla?ei; with beautiful sunny gardens, The soft arm in the white sleeve creeps â€" further around _ George‘s proud neck, and there is a piteous, muarmuring voico, halfâ€"stifled against Goorge‘s velveteenâ€"clad breast. "Don‘t say such dreadful words. Who would dare say that of you ? To even think that of you! You canâ€" not help it if you haven‘t money and I have ; and if I give it all to you. then you will have money and I shall have none !" She looks up with a soft, sobbing laugh of delight at her own bright idea, and George gives way for a moment. Mortal man can hardly blaime him. v22?}eciion, visiting with people to whom he has confided you for a few months, his only child, the heiress of all his wealth, andâ€"I, have neither family, fortune, position nor prosâ€" pects! What _ do you think ~your father would say to me, and say deâ€" servedly, Miss Deane, if he knew I had dared to look on his daughter as my sweetheart and my future wile ?" She did not speak for a minute. Her heart is filled with the echo of those words, "My â€" sweetheart and _ my future wife," and the tender little soul is ‘thanking heaven in wordless Eratitude for the happiness it has given, ; ‘‘My father will not be very angry, ] I hope," she falters ; "but even if he wereâ€"so angry ‘that he would not give me all the money he said he would, Ihave some of my own, you knowâ€" nearly twenty thousand pounds, _ which my grandmother, papa‘s mother, bequeathed to me abâ€" N;JlUtPIY after dear mamma‘s death. Py mt d clrea o c 4 twentieth hotly. M . 0 T22 30 Popd. APPVW : CeHE 4 speak of marriage to you t" There is no answer to this query, only the white fingers on the velâ€" veteen coatâ€"collar creep a little furâ€"< ther, and the fair, drooping face hides itself in pressing a little closer to him. "There is no equality of station or position between us; you are rich and I am poor; the thing lies in a nutshell ; any one in the world would tell you go!" George says, excitedly and .angrily, spurring himself on to be harshly decisive in his dealings with her, lest her gentleness, and tenderness. and sweet humility, utâ€" terly conquer him, and his pride, and sellâ€"esteem, _ and selfâ€"dependence. "You are a very young girl, little more than a child, seventeen or 80, I supposeâ€"â€"" "I am over nineteenâ€"I am in my .. 1( PrC C O hE vpniatntiiiiiane\ *"* Why ?" she whispers; and the uninjured scft arm, in its white sleeve, creeps up timidly around the big masâ€" culine shoulders, and essays to emâ€" brace him. "Why 1" George repeats, * almost angrily. "Because it is a dishonorâ€" able thing of any; man to speak of his love to a girl without speaking of marriage to her ; and how can I speak of marriage to you t" There is no answer to this query, only §RG WBNiIta _ Iinearo an. kna __s4 & / Take Leaxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. All a Fm.neru d the money if it fails to cure, I." .Qmo'l:lnumkucuhbox. 250. the two fond young hearts beating against each other. "I was going to say, CGillian, that I will write to your â€" father and tell him you and I love each other andâ€" wish to marry, with his consent, in the course of the next year or two." She shivers again, nestling head closer to him, but she does dare to speak. t "But I gras going to say, my little darling," George says, with a sudden passionate tenderncss that surprises himself. For he tries hard to rostrain himâ€" selfl in deed and word, to be judicious, and wise, and calm, in order thatâ€" what ? That there might be less bitâ€" ter sweet memories to crush out ; that there may be fewer gifts of muâ€" tual tenderness to bury in the grave of dead hopes, that the clinging tenâ€" drils of her womanly love shall not have wrapped themselves so tightly around his heartstrings that he canâ€" not tear them away when the time comes. For, all unconsciously, the shadow of the coming woe has fallen as coldly on the spirit as on hers, and chills But George cdo take all the fe they might take â€" H, nothing ! Imagination!" George _ says, very _ carelessly. "Thought Nelly was spying or eavesâ€" dropping in her ravenous curiosity to know what .you and I are saying and doing. I wronged the old soul, I see. She is only waddling â€" about amongst her favorite flowers as usual. Gillyflowers and big red roses and .. layvender _ blossomg, those are what Nelly likes. ‘Thim have a grand smell, Misther George,‘ she says." "‘Sshe‘s a nice, kind, pleasant _ old woman, and I should love to have her for a servant," _ Gillian say s softly, hop‘ing George will take the hint. TO CURE A COLv iN ONE Day "I love you with all my heartâ€" since the first moment I met you," she says, and tears from the innerâ€" most depths of her soul flood the aweet gazing eyes, as she speaks words which are the marrilage vow of her spirit. But a shudder follows, chilling â€" her through _ and through, even in the warmth of the long close kiss which is his troth pladge to her. "Then, â€" Gillian, _ listen to _ me," George sanys, slowly. "After that, I cannot give you upâ€"unless you bid me. But I wiil write to your father at onee, and tell him that you love me and you are willing to be my wife wi!t'h his consent. What is that ?" E o P 000 o emn, unsmiling earnestness ie es onCp it oys ie W wel? vilth diintinth ds 2AE Anvdirasacdhce "Gillian," he says, drawing _ her closer to him, and locking his arms fround her slender, girlish â€" waistâ€" "tell me the real honeést truthâ€" do you care for me very much ?" There is a pause of deep passionate emoâ€" tion, and then she looks up in her lover‘s handsome faceâ€"her ow n soft, blushing girlishness paling in _ solâ€" Awaw ulc aae 0 And then, as she sees confession reflected in C eyes, she grows hot all a swilt, shamed blush ; & evade his raze. Ihnt ha n "Oh! If ha only would !" Gillian exclaims, innocently. "How happy I should be !" h Ar'ul then, as she sees her frank yO *‘*No, "Gillian replies, quietly, with a shake of her head. ‘"Papa has always wighed so much to have a son. He has often said that he would be worth a million of money if he had had a son to inherit it. He says that he hasn‘t any heart to go into big moneyâ€"making schemes, when there was no one but a little chit of a girl to come in for everything." Gillian laughse, as she speaks rather shamefacedly, but George frowns. ‘‘Rather an unfatherly â€" speech, though," he mutters. ‘"How old is your father, Gillian *" "About fiftyâ€"six or seven, I think," Gillan answers, wonderingly. "I know from what dear mamma said of her own age and hisg. He was much . older than she, but he does not look an old man yet. Why do you ask, dear 2" A quiver rung through her at her own boldness, though the "dear" is nearly inaudible. considering me a suitable husband for you. And as nothing â€" shall tempt me to act dishonestly, and as I shall write and tell him of our acquintance, you know that when I do there will be an end of it." "You mean that you will never see me again,, or speak to me again, if papa is displeased ?" she asks, with a forlorn wistfuiness in her slow acâ€" cents, and the gaze of the dark eyes full of innocent adoration as she looks on the bright bold face of the beloved lover she has but found to lose again. "If I told papa â€" you would not mind haring so â€" much money if you might have me, and that Iâ€"that you cared for me, perhaps he would not mind 80 â€" much, Papa doesn‘t think very much of me," Gillian â€" adds, gimply. "He was always so sorry I wasn‘t a boy. I have heard him say so often." «. "Ob ! he doesn‘t think very much of you, doesn‘t he ?" George demands, w‘lth sarcasiic indignation. | ;&r?‘th’ oi ner innocent clinging ve "You know, dearest," he begins, earnestly > and sorrowlully, though he intends to be:â€"clear and calm and businessâ€"like, "there is not the slightest likelihood of your father tl}n_ _femisnineâ€" â€"hlnta edl gaze, but he persists. _ _ " he says, drawing _ her him, and locking his arms GOOsn 1 1 Men never do in George‘s blue 1 over with she tries to which her not Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. _ Miss McLellan further stated that while she was not desirous of pubâ€" licity in matters of this kind, she nevertheless felt that her experiâ€" ence, if known, might be the means of bringing health to some other pufferer, and it is this very praiseâ€" worthy motive that has induced her to give the abovre statement for publication. Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills make rich, red blood, and give tone to the nerves. It is because of this that they bring bright eyes, rosy cheoks and light footsteps to girls who haveâ€" been weary, pale and listless and had begun to feel that life was & burden. Palo and anaemic girls everywhere should give these pills a fair trial, as they aro certain to 1 restore health and strength. _ See that the full name, "Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills for Pale People," is on the r around every box. Sold by m”l or sent postpaid at 50c. a box, or six boxes for $2.50, by addressing the Dr. Williams‘ aa lad 9. en us c w 422 _ ufiiGitinds T. 46 "itink Pusd: Ts ie 4 Wdsc A weak azd pale; in fact, could not undergo the least exertion. My apâ€" petite failed me; I suffered from headaches; if I stopped I would becom» dizzy, and frequentily I sufâ€" fered from fainting spelrs. I tried several kinds of medicine and doe= tors prescribed for me, but instead of getting better 1 was gradually growing _ weaker, and eventually had to discontinue going to school. About this time I read the testiâ€" monial of a girl whose condition was rimilar to minec, who had been cured by Dr. Williams® Pink Pills. I then devided to try these pills, and have every reason to be gratified that I did so, as they have comâ€" pletely restored my health. Every one of the symptoms that had made my 1e so miserable have disappearâ€" ed, and I am now enjoying as good health as any girl of my agecould wish, and I shall always have _ a good word to say for Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills." Pale People. Miss McLellan tells the story of her illness as follows: " I am now 18 years of age, and for A considerable time â€"suffered much from anaremia, My blood had aimost turned to water, and I was very w30 ue uie . L ( 5 nothing to Iiéii)_'hex:-t.l‘;;t'll ;1.1.5 !.)‘e'E;; t'xsilqg'nur.‘\\'l:lga.ms' Pink Piils for fered from HMeadaches, Dizziness and Fainting Spellsâ€"HMer Health Became So Bad That She Was Forced to Give Up School. Miss Catherine McLelian is a young lady well known in Charâ€" lottetown, P. E. 1., and greatly esâ€" teemed among her acquaintances. Like so many other young â€" ladies throughout the land, Miss MeLellan fell a victim to anaemia, or poorâ€" bess of blood, and although several medicines were tried, she found ONTARIO ARCHIVES j TORONTO The How They May Gain Bright Eyes and Rosy Cheeks. The oldest inhabited house in Eng-‘ land is on tho River, Ver, close to St. Alban‘s abbey. It is octagonal in . shape and supposed to be eleven cenâ€" | turies old. i , *"*Hopcless case," was the reply, "Thinks he has discovered perpetâ€" ual motion." t "And the next one?"* "Still more hopeless, Claims to h‘avo’mlved the servant girl quesâ€" tion.‘ 4 lum. I E2 ETATE betintncmai. PÂ¥ RCIE & choking painâ€""then you mean to go away, after all2" G"For a.wb.lloâ€"-oh nly _ for awhlle.; eorge says, cheerfully. He can lrea cheerfully about it, Gillian thinks. "Only for a year or so. It will not be long in passing away, and then, you gee, shail perhaps have so much better prospects that your father may be brought to give his consent, or in any case, when wo have waitâ€" ed a reasonable time, and you are of full legal age to act as you please, and know your own mind, we can marry then without anybody being able to say I took an unfair adâ€" vantage of your youth and ignorâ€" ance of the world. Don‘t you underâ€" #tand ?2" + "Yes, I_ understand," Gilllan says, quietly. For deeper and colder aver her spirit comes "the shadow pain" which ever follows close upon "that planetâ€"crested ghape" called "love." There is no love nor knowledge of love in this man‘s heart like the love she bears to him, but she is very meek and calm, with modest closed lips and downcast eyelids, and not a sigh reâ€" veals the poignant grief and disapâ€" po‘ntment of the heart within the frail and constant breast. > (To be continued.) f ; HMopeless Cases. "And this one?" we gaid, «indicatâ€" ing a patient at the insano asyâ€" Iavem hsithr "niaictedliiivesaliils + c /: 1 & name and position for myself. This Industrial Expedition may lead me to fortune." ‘"Then"â€"her breath comes in a convulsive gasp of dismay, and her tf‘xr&a.t seems closing with a "I must say that, Gillian," George says, lirmiy, "for now more than ever am 1 longing to make out a better career for mywelf, and mee if 1 canâ€" not mcoeecl even a little in making Living in an Ancient House Tooth Powder 25° Story of a Young Girl Who Sufâ€" PALE YOUNG GIRLS. Good for Bad Teeth Not Bad for Good Teeth Serodont Liquid 25¢. Large Liquid and Powder ?Je, At all stores or by mail. Sample of the Liquid for the postage, 30 es »5 HALL & RUCKEL, MONTREAL. this kind, she at her experiâ€" . be the means to some other is very praiseâ€" has induced her A kind overfliow of kindnesg; hre no facas trwor than thos are 80 wastol.â€"Murh â€"AAn I got a new view of my calling once when the city editor, Mrp. Boâ€" gart, gent me after something â€" or other on the cast side of town. I found my man and approached Rim with % "Are you Mr. Feldsticker 2" & ‘‘Yah," he replied, * "I am a reporter of the â€"â€"." sald 1. I‘ve been trying ever since to think what he meant by his reply. â€" Pepgâ€" haps ho did not understand meâ€"op else didn‘t know what ho was say~ Ing. At any rate, whon I said I was a reporter of the â€"â€", he replied in a fatherly tonc, fall of kindly eympa~â€" thy : *"*Bo ? YVell, vell, you can‘t helin Aat l When T Avius callow I was charged with the task of exposing to the _ public the overcrowding of the pubâ€" li¢ schools. I â€" reached the _ first schoolâ€"housoe early in the morning, fentered the assembly room of the girls‘ department and eaxplained to the lady principal that 1 was a reâ€" porter, and degired to look through the building. _ To myâ€" horror, she turned to. the pupils and said :; "Young ladies, this gentieman is the editor of the â€"â€", who desires 10 address you this morning," 4 There was no getting out of it, It was fun, tooâ€"for the girls. 4 Kirk Munro‘s experience must bo told, also, even at the risk of its have ing a burr upon it. He was green at the business when he was sent to report a religiows revival in young Dr. Tyng‘s church. The pastor hapâ€" poned to be moving from person to person in the congregation, and reached Munro just as that young man entored the door. *"*My dear brother," eaid T yug, "are you a follower of Chriet #id "No," gaid Munro; "I‘m a â€"â€" reâ€" portep." » L porter was a\ m come to get t! time. The man pulled hinr in almost by main force. "For heaven‘s sake !" said he, "ho'r, do you reporters get hold? of things before they hap= pen ?" ; Ho led him intoo the parlor and shiut the door. "Now," said bey "tell me how you knew what I was goâ€" ing to do. I ewear 1 have never told a soul." i . + { The _ reporter, equally _ amazed, said ho guessed there. was a miss take; he was looking for soâ€"andâ€"so. That night the man horsewhipped another citizen for insulting his wife. He must have thought the re« "UTI xC HPUsSC nave terviewer, door, A New York reporter sent to Newark once, wont to a house he should not have gone to, mistaking‘ it for one {arther up lhe street, where he was to interview, a Qnan. g'mo man of the house opened the § STORIES BY AN © _ OLD REPORTER porinet Wt "uscdite BPe P d dnadllie nsc ac is i i: 2k > 1 lre does not keep them, send 25 cents direct to us and we will for= ward a box <preâ€"paid. 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Mrs. David Duf~ Iield, Ponsonby, Ont., bays: "Baby‘s Own Tablets aro a wonderful medi« cine. ~I think they saved my baby‘s life, and I greatly recommend them to other mothers, Ask your druggist for Baby‘s Own Tablets. If si_ @ulcl Lk & P Their Hold Upon 1ife is Slight, and Mothers Mave a Great Resporm= ’ sibliity, Every babyâ€"every little oneâ€"res quires constant care and watchfulâ€" ness, and when a trace of illness is noticeable, the remedy should be promptly applied. Tho little ones aro frail. Their hold upon life is slight. ‘The slightest s#3 mptom of trouble whould be met by the proper corrective medicine. Baby‘s Ows Tablets have a record surpassing ali other medicines for the cure of chil= dren‘s allmeats. They are purely vegetable and guaranteed to contain no 'opiutoA _or poisonous drugs such the men and if one of them wishes to show a gentleman a mark of faâ€" vor gshe lights her pipe, takes a whiff, handd it to him, and lets him smoke, Tobacco in Japan. . Nearly all the men and women ir Japan emoke tobacco. ‘The ladies have pipes with longcr stems thar FRAIL LITTLE ONES. a rPporter," said the inâ€" . you can‘t help dot,* mind reader who had the news ahead of those that Ado â€" Abon#e i & [