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INDIAN:. ED ATE in Neville‘s face flushed; the title jarred upon him; he forgot that it was he who Tirst invented it. "M{ luck left me, Syl," he said, "and I let; Lorn Hope as poor as I entered it." "Oh!" she said, with sweetest, most loving sympathy. _ "Tell meâ€"go on, Jack!" ped. "But is it true that you areâ€"â€"â€"â€"" "The famous Signorina Stella, sir!" she said, laughing. "Do you remember how I used to sing to you sitting by the claim, Jack, and how you used to praise my voice? < I‘ve made some use me. Ob, do you think I shall wake up presently and find it all a dream ?" And she looked up at him piteously. "f was just asking myself the same question!‘" responded . Neville. ‘"It‘sâ€" it‘s difficult enough to believe that this gcorgeous and queenly lady isâ€"is Syl!" She got up and dropped him a curtâ€" And she drew him on to a sofa beside | Neville‘s face clo rimore‘ h';i. qo wivine [ darkened. uded. _ Lozrimore‘s gave an ugeonnt of his adventures "No," said Neville, quietly. "N _» since their parting, excepting those con-j "Not yet! By g.d:l ha’]lybe su:;r.ivsitl' nected with the finding of the will, and| He‘s been advertising, looking for you Sylvia listened with eager intentness. . | everywhereâ€"â€"" : Â¥ "Poor Jack!" she murmured, smoothâ€" ’ A footman opened the door ing his hand. "But who cares? You | "Sir Jordan Lynne!" he apnbnunced. are hereâ€"here, actually sitting beside | oum t Suirtprirs ! Carairve y "Come to the light and let me see you, Jack!" she said, and her voice startled him almost as much as her altered apâ€" pearance had done. It was fuller, softâ€" er, and yet, ah, as sweet as of old! "Come to the light and let me see you plsinly, Jack. Let me see if I had forâ€" nthn what you were like! Oh, oh!" d she began to laugh and cry, that strange commingling by which a woman relieves a heart overful of joy. "How could you be so cruel* No, no! Not a word of reproach, Jack! Not now nor ever! But if you could know what I tesy suffered !" And she shuddered. wine: Audrey, my dear!" He looked "I did it all for the best," he faltered. | from face to face. "There‘s more in this "Yes, yes. You thought that I was| than I can fathem!" he grunted. in better hands? See how I read your| : Audrey laughed. thoughts, Jack! But how could I L“ "We‘ll explain it all directly, dear," beon better cared for than you cared for| she said. "At present we are all too met Oh, how happy we were! Have you happy in Nylvia‘s happiness to be able to forgotten it! No, ah, no, you haven‘t! | §2y anything connectedly." She went I remember â€" everything â€"everything, to Sylvia and kissed her. "Yes, dear," Jack! The slightest, weeniest talk we| she murmured, "I am happy in your ever had out in that wild, silent place.| happiness. I think I know how you feel. L ++ me look at you! How brown you | To have lost himâ€"to think him deadâ€" are, andâ€"yesâ€"I think you are bigger, and to have him come back to you. Ah!" or is it because the men here are smallâ€"| And she drew a long breath. ert Oh, Jack, to have you with me| Sylvia allowed herself to be kissed, but once moreâ€"once more!" And she covâ€"| sgemed dazed, and gazed at Neville, who, ered her face with her hands. "Now | though he was talking to the visâ€" tell me everything that has happened. | count and Lord Lorrimore, kept glancing Did you stay long at the camp, and"â€" | at her as if he could not keep gis eyes aho laughedâ€""did you find a lot of gold, | from her face, Jack ?" "It‘s the strangest story," he said. He shook his head and smiled. "And I don‘t q#ite know whether I am "No, my luck left me with you, Sy1," | awake or asleep and dreaming. To think he said. | that Lord Lorrimore, here, liould have "‘Syl!‘" she murmured. "No one has | been hunting for me all these years, called me that but you, Jack! My dear, ‘ and that he should once have been withâ€" dear brother!" | in a few milesâ€"â€"" Neville‘s face flushed; the title jarred "A few yards!" said Lorrimore. upon him; he forgot that it was he who "Yes, yards! And not know it!" first invented it. _"I‘ll wire to her ladyship," said the "My luck left me, Syl," he said, "and | viscount. "I won‘t tell her that you [ let; Lorn Hope as poor as I entered it." | have come back; we‘ll surprise her, eh? "Oh!" she said, with sweetest, most | And, ah, by Jove! I was forgetting loving sympathy. _ "Tell meâ€"go on, | someone else! Jordan! Have you seen Tacl |* | him vyet? She did not notice the sudden change in his manner, and she drew him by both his hands, which she held in her warm, soft grasp, into the room. CHAPTER Xxx1. At last Sylvia drew herself out of Neâ€" ville‘s arms and the two stood and gaz ed at each other. Then Neville started and crimsoned. He had not actually seen her yet; in that first rush they had scarcely looked at each other. And now â€" well, he had been picturing to himself the 3lvh he remembered, the slim girl th girlish form and face and ways and tricks of speech. That was the Sylvia he had left and he had expected to see. And, instead, here before him _ was a lovely, an exquisitely lovely woman, superbly dressed, her shoulders and arms gleaming like marble. Could this prinâ€" cess be his wild lass o‘ the woods, his little Sylt Her beauty, grace and air of distineâ€" tim awed him into amazed silence; manâ€" like, he felt shy, frightened of her, even whils he tingled and glowed with pasâ€" sivnate love. Ja you have heard thatâ€"that he f“eadfinot &.& Oh‘ God’ don‘t k . ""â€"10t dead. Oh, God, don‘t k me in susvense!‘" she pleaded. And ohgpmng her hands and looked from one to the other with an expression in her eyes that made Lorrimore turn his head away. "Don‘t keep meâ€"not a momentâ€"I can bear it! I dreamed that he was aliveâ€" ask Mercyâ€"ahe will tell you that I did. Oh, Jack! Jack!" A stalwart figure came running across the lawn, and in another moment Sylâ€" via was lying in his arms, weeping, laughing, murmuring his name brokenâ€" 1y, her email, trem[l'mg hands patting his broad shoulders that she mi‘rm conâ€" vince herself that he was flesh and blood, ber Jack and not a ghost. Lorrimore led Audrey away. "I wish to Heaven I were half â€" as bappy as those two!" he murmured. Wasn‘t T aâ€"a wild cat, a tomboy k*" and she laughed. You were the dearestâ€"*" Hoe stop THE USURPER she breathed. "You murmured ' "I did. It‘s his name, my dear," said the viscount, staring. "What else should | 1 call him?" | Sylvia looked from one to the uther, her breath coming quickly. "Jack, her ’Juk, Neville Lynne? How could it bet" Lorrimore and Audrey entering the room, found them thus, and Audrey went up quickly to the viscount, and put her |\arm round his shoulders. Jordan‘s presemce was owing to one of those chances which makeor mar men‘s fortunes. He had started that morning for London, resolved upon persuading, forcing, Audrey to marry him at once. He was thinking of her intentiy as he gazed vacantly out of the carriage winâ€" dow, and, lo and behold! as his train pulled up at Sudbury Junction, half way to town, he suw her face at the carriage CHAPTER XXXIIL y "Sir Jordan Lynne!" The 1nounceâ€" ment and the entrance of tha estimable gentleman were like the explosion of a bombshell to at least three out of four of the party,. Audrey started and turnâ€" ed pale; Lorrimore frowned darkly, and Neville sprang to his feet. "Kh? And you met there? Well, bless my soul! You must tell us all about it, Neville. But the first thing to do is ty drink your health, eh? {Vbere’s the wine? Audrey, my dear!" He looked from face to face. "There‘s more in this than I can fathem!" he grunted. Audrey laughed. "A fellow doesn‘t always call himself by the right name out in the gold fields," said Neville. "Neville is an old lsilend of Sylvia‘s, dear," she said, giving him a little hug. "Don‘t you see?" "No, hang me if I do!" he bluntly reâ€" torted. "She doesn‘t know his name m’ve changed! _ I shouldn‘t have wn â€" you but for your eyes! Tut, tut! _ Where‘s Audrey? _ She‘ll be glad enough to see you, I‘ll warâ€" rant! Well, 1 never! My dear fellow, we all thought you wereâ€"ahemâ€"dead! Neville Lynne back!" And he kept clapâ€" ping Neville‘s broad back and laughing. "Gad, I wish her ladyship were here! You were a favorite of hers, boy. Boy? Why, you have grown into a giant, and â€"hullo!" he broke off, suddenly, rememâ€" bering that he had come upon the two sitting close together on the sofa. "Do fl:u know the Signorina Stella, Neville? you know him, signorina?, I suppose you do, though." And he looked from one to the other, perplexed and bewildered. Sylvia rose. She was pale nowâ€"very "Iâ€"I thought I didâ€"yes," she said, in a low voice . "Butâ€"but you called him â€"what was it you called him? Neville Lynnet" "But aow did you happen to come down here?" she asked after a moment. "Did you hear I was heret How did you discover me?" T e _ As she asked the question the door opened, and the viscount came in, folâ€" lowed by a footman vyit.h some w&e‘ young un! "Why, my dear boy!" ejaculated the viscount. "This is a surprise. Where on carth did you spring from* By Jove, of it since. You wiil hear me sing some day, if you are very good, sir, and proâ€" mise never, never to leave me, but alâ€" ways to be a stayâ€"atâ€"home brother." Agnin Neville‘s face fell. "l‘d promise anything toâ€"night," he "Here you are, Lorriâ€"â€" Hullo! What! What the deuce! Why no! Yes! It is Neville Lynne!" he broke off and exâ€" claimed. f x _ Neville rose. Sylvia looked round. She could only see Jackâ€"Jack, the She raised her head and looked at him eagerly. "Youâ€"you will do what you saiil?" "And now, Neville, dear old Neville, your old friend, has come to usâ€" that is another reason why we should _ not wait! He shall be my best nian, Audrey She managed to repress the shudder that ran through her. _ atk M e "And father! Nonsense, my dear Neâ€" ville. Why of course the court is your home!" exclaimed Jordan, affectionageâ€" ly. "Lerve him to me," and he nodded and smiled. Then he crossed over to where Audur:{ stood, apart from _ the rest, nervously turning over the leaves of a book. "How could you leave Lonâ€" don without writing to me, dearsst?" he murmured. "You got my letter.‘ "Yes, Audrey said, without looking up. "Andâ€"and you will not refuse my reâ€" quest, Audrey? Indeed, indeed, I cannot be happy until you are mineâ€"mine, irâ€" revocably." _ \ W‘i‘N;), thanks," he said. "I have rooms at the cottage. But I‘ll walk as far as the court withâ€"with Jordan." "We will go together," said Jordan. "You must come to the court, of course, Neville. I must not lose sight of my longâ€"lost brother now that he has turned up again." And he smiled round sweetly. "No," said Neville. "I am stayingâ€"â€"" "Here," put in the viscount (adding in a whisper to Lorrimore, "Those two will fight like cats onee they get outâ€" side! I can see mischief in Neville‘s eye!) You stop with us, of course, Neville." _Sylvia put out her hand and touched him imploringly with the tips of her fingers. SE C c oamnnnt : don Nevenaten Mc Enivow . Neville seemed to have almost forgotâ€" ten her, but he turned with a smile, like a flash of sunshine, creeping through the darkness of his face. "Thank you, Marlow," responded Jorâ€" dan, "but I must not stay. I have work to do; and I dined very comfortably at Sudbury." "And so you have come back, Neville!" said Jordan, taking a seat next him, and little guessing that Neville had hard work to keep his hands off him. "What a time you have been away! And where have you been? I suppose you have been telling our dear friends the story of your adventures! I long to hear it. Signorina"â€"and he bowed to Sylvia, who stood just behind Neville with downcast face, for her eyes, quickâ€" ened by love, saw that Neville was fighting hard to suppress his indignaâ€" tion about something or other, and knew that he was not at all glad to see this bland and courteous brother of hisâ€" "Signorina my brother and I have been parted for years, I am afraid to say how many! But to me it has seemed a lifeâ€" time. And I hope to you, too, Neville! Dear me, how glad everybody will be! Weâ€"we must have a fete to welcome the wanderer home. Will you help me kill the fatted calf, Audrey?" Audrey murmured something inaudibly and Lord Marlow cut in again. "You‘d better get rid of that ulster, Jordan, andâ€"and have something to eat." â€"Neville rose; he could endure it no longer. Pm cA C e ~*"I‘m â€"going," he said, grimly, and as if he had some impediment in his throat. "My dear Neville" had sunk into his chair again, and was gazing grimly at the carpet. He was tormented by the desire to exclaim, "Audrey, don‘t let that man touch your handâ€"don‘t let him come near youâ€"he‘s a scoundrel!" But he restrained himself. As a matter of fact, at such moments it is your bonest man who is confused, not the smooth and plausible villain; he is masâ€" ter of the situation. "So I had," said Jordan, blandly, and, looking round with a smile as if he were sure that they must all be delighted to see him. "I started this morning, but at Sudbury I remembered suddenly that I had forgotten an important document, without which my presence in London was, so to speak, useless. I left it in my despatch box, the key of which I had in my pocket. I assure you that I was terribly annoyed at having to turn backâ€"" his voice dropped, and he bent over Audrey, "for I had looked forâ€" ward to seeing you in London, dearest. But"â€" to the restâ€""how _ wonderful these accidents turn out! If I had not forgotten that paper I should have been in London and missed secing you all toâ€" night, my dear Neville especially!" The viscount found his voice at last; none of the others had opened their lips. "Howâ€"how did you come here, Jorâ€" dan?" he asked, blankly. "We underâ€" stood you had gone to London." "How do you do, Lord Lorrimore?" Lorrimare nodded, and Jordan went on, taking Audrey‘s hand. "I had no idea, not the least, that this joyful surprise awaited me! How well he is looking, isn‘t he?" And he~gazed over his shoulder at Neville‘s stern face with fraternal affecâ€" tion. "Is it possible? Neville! _ Myâ€"my dear Neville!" he murmured, holding out his hand. "This is indeed a surprise! When did you return? To find you here, toot" Neville stood stalwart and grim, and allowed his brother to get hold of his hand; but drew it away almost instantly. For a moment, as the footman opened the drawingâ€"room door and amnounced him, and he saw Neville and Lord Lorâ€" rimore, he stopped .short, and the color left his faceâ€"his lips. He had expected to see only Audrey and the signorina. Then with a tremendous effort he pulled himself together and came forward with a sweet smile of surprise and joy. He spent four of the longest hours of his life at the station, and then flung himself into the down train, and was carried to Lynne. He only waited at the Court long enough to ascertain that Miss Hope and her party had indeed arrived at the Crange; then he had himself driven there, employing himself on â€"the way in smoothing his face into someâ€" thing like its usual amiable serenity. To the amazement of the officials, who, of course, knew the right honorable gentleman, Sir Jordan swore and stampâ€" ed his feet. When was the next train back to Lynnet _ There was no other until the usual afternoen one, he was informed. window of a train standing at the down platform. At first he thought that it was an optical delusion, then he caught sight of Lord Marlow, and _ inâ€" stantiy _ jumped _ at â€" the _ right conclusion. _ Audrey was foing to the (Grange to »void him! _ He sprangh out of the train and yelled for a porter, but as he did so his own and the other train started, and he was left standing upon the platform while Audrey was carried away from him. To prevent sausage from shriveling cover them with cold water and allow them to come to a boil. Then drain them and fry. _ Pulverize a teaspoonful of borax; put it in your last rinsing water, and your clothes will come out white instead of yellow. _ No article of furniture should receive more attention than the refrigerator. It should be washed and dried every day, _A cupful of leftâ€"over mashed potatoes may be made into croquettes by the adâ€" dition of the yolk of two eggs, a little grated nutmeg, a half spoonful of onion juice, a pinch of salt and & little chopped parsley. _ Liver should always he parboiled and wiped dry before frying. This not only keeps the juice but softens the flavor. Remove grass stains from linen by first dipping the spots in ammonia water and then washing them in warm soapâ€" suds. In polishing walnut furniture, _ take three parts of linseed oil to one part of spirits of turpentine. Put on with a woolen cloth, and when dry rub with woolen. The polish will conceal a disâ€" figured surface. A useful wnhmg fiuid is made by boiling together half a pound of slaked lime and a pound of soda in six quarts of water for two hours, Let it seitle and then pour off the clear liquid for A good way to extract the juice from beef for those who require that nourishâ€" ment is to broil the beef on a gridiron for a few minutes and then squeeze with a lemon squeezer. Add a little salt. Worth Knowing. Burn juniper berries in a room that has been freshly painted or papered. Keep the windows closed for _ twelve heurs; then air thoroughly and the room is habitable. "It‘s amazing!" _ exclaimed Audrey. "Oh, I can understand what you feit when you saw him just now. Butâ€"but why did you call each other brother and sister ?" "Good heavens!" he exclaimed. "What a gathering of the clans! What a ‘happy family‘ kind of meeting! I thought we were coming down here for a few days‘ rest and quiet, and instead of that, here‘s no end o? excitement. Neville back, Lorâ€" rimore going to Africa, and he and Jorâ€" dan meeting hereâ€"‘pon my word, it‘s scarcely fair, {oung peo?le, that I should have to bear this kind of thing alone and unaided! Ab," and he shook his head, "we wanted her ladyship badly, Audrey! There was I, scarcely knowing what to say, or how to keep the peace, and exâ€" g:oting that I should have to stop in tween one party and the other and take the blows. Now, if her ladyship had been here, you would have seen to what a height l: can rise. It‘s just the kind _ of _ an _ opportunity that she i}oriu in. _ She â€" wouldn‘t have let eville and Jordan go of ftogether to murder each otherâ€"oh, I beg your parâ€" don, my dear!" he broke off, for Sylvia had clasped her hands and uttered a low ery, and hber face had become white. "I beg both your pardons!" he mumbled Sylvia sank on the bed in her own room and as Audrey knelt close beside her _ she told the story of Lorn Hope Camp, with many falterings, and with quiet tears, and sudden swift blushes and pallors. "But not toâ€"night, papa," said Audrey, gently, and she drew _ Sylvia‘s _ arm thnoug_b hers and led her away. The viscount stared at the two girls and indulged in a prolonged whistle. on. "Of course, it‘s all nonsense, ind they‘re all right. But, upon my word, Neville looked so blackâ€"and Lorrimore, if anything, looked blackerâ€"that I was expecting a row every moment. But to think of Neville‘s coming back, and you and he being old friends. You must tell us all about it, everythingâ€"â€"" "Look here," he said. "You‘d all betâ€" ter come to lunch toâ€"morrow; by that time we shall have got over the surprise of Neville‘s returr, and be able to realâ€" ize it. As it is, w-niil:t I feel as if I were standing on my * Lorrimore, without declining or acceptâ€" Ing, glanced at Audrey, and walked out. "You will go?" murmured Sylvia to Neville, who stood looking at Jordan. He turned and took her hand. "Yes, I must go," he said, "I must talk to myâ€"my brother; but I will come toâ€"morrow." He looked hard at her, as if he should like toâ€"well, to kiss her hand as Jorâ€" dan had kissed Audrey‘s, but be let it drop without doing so, and walked to the door. "Neville‘s going," said Jordan, pleasâ€" antly, his face flushed with triumph. '-mf toâ€"morrow, dearest!" he whispered, and followed Neville out on to the terâ€" "No!" whispered Neville, agitatedly, in his ear. "Not yet! Wait!" . "Rest assured that I will treat him as one brother should treat another!" be replied in a low voice, and taking her band and pressing it. "Neville is proud. as you see, but I shall overcome that by my affection. What. Do you thirnk I would allow him to want for money while T have a pennlg to share with him." Audrey‘s eyes filled with tears. "If you will do thatâ€"â€"" He seized upon the consent to «their speedy marriage her faltering words imâ€" pYie;l and raisal her hand to his lips. "Dearest!" he murmured. Lord Lorrimore had been watching them under his dark brows, and, as Jorâ€" dan kissed her hand, he stalked forward to the viscount. "I will eay goodâ€"by, Marlow," he said huskily, "I am off toâ€"morrowâ€"â€"" _ she_murmured, hurriedly. "He has come baÂ¥R poor andâ€"â€"" The poor viscount was getting bewildâ€" (To be continued.) Huh? On, you‘re wide awake now, are you, and you‘ll prepare some breakâ€" fast yourself this morning, seeing that the maid isn‘t within miles of the flat yet? Oh, never mind. Say, if you got breakfast for me once, I‘d never hear the last of it. You‘d pitch it up to me to the last day of my life that I made you work like a galley slave, and probâ€" ably you‘d ramp around and tell everyâ€" body we know that I wanted you to take in washing for a living. Say, can‘t we have breakfast a little earlier around here during the hot weather? What time does that infernal maid get here of morpings, anyhow? A married woman doesn‘t care any more about responding to her husband‘s ideas than she does fer last year‘s hat. She‘s got him, and he‘s shelved and stuffed away, and that‘s the end of it. You might at least show a half decent regard for what I‘m saying, instead of lying there blinking at me like a cat before a grate fire. How‘s that? Oh, you‘ve heard it all before, have you, and it doesn‘t lead anywhere, anyhow, and you just can‘t keep your eyes open. That‘s more of the old stuffâ€"as much as to say that I‘m harpj'ng on the same old thing all the time‘" You are the most peevish person before breakfast in the morning that ever I saw in my life. I‘d like to know what I get out of life, anyhow, come to look it over,. . Someâ€" thing to eat and a place to sleepâ€"that‘s all. And I could have that if I was only earning $10 a week and alone. How‘s that? It‘s only a quarter to six, and you feel sleepy? Oh, of course you feel sleepy. You always do when I am trying to have any kind of conversaâ€" tion with you. That‘s the way it goes. know it! When one of ‘em comes to me, laughing in his sleeve all the time, and tries to spin that tommyrot about how lucky the fellows are that‘ve got domesâ€" tic hearths of their own and all like that, I feel like telling ‘em that they belong in vaudevilleâ€"they‘re too good at the comedy business to waste it in private life. And what do you worth! You‘re only right now. They can‘t see this thing of being at somebody else‘s beck and call. Doggone ‘em, they‘re just as free as little birdies on a brier bush, and maybe they don‘t Oh, s{op that, will you! 1 havew‘t said that you were stupid or thickâ€" headed. 1 only said that we‘re together â€"strapped togetherâ€"so blamed much that 1 know all of your ideas by heart, and what a man needs is a little bunch of somebody else‘s ideas once in a while, doesn‘t he? I tell you what, the people that say that married folks ought to get away from each other for a certain porâ€" tion of each yearâ€"they know â€" what they‘re talking about. But to get back to the foxiness of these chaps that just give the merry haâ€"ha to the scheming girls that try to ensnare them into matrimonyâ€"the more I thing of those smart guys the more I admire ‘em, and that‘s the truth. They appreciate and they keep that incstimable proposition, namely and to wit, freedom. I‘m one of the dished ones, one of the shelved propositions, that‘s what 1 am, and I guess 1 might just as well make up my mind to it now as any other time. Whe3 a fellow is pinhead enough to get his neck in the matrimonial noose, why, then it‘s up to Lim to stand the gaff, an| 1 {ueaa may be I‘m not standing for it iving in a dinky flat, hotter‘n Toâ€" phet, and never getting anywhere withâ€" out having to drag the whole works alongâ€"oh, I knew a heap when I rigged things this way for myself, didn‘t 1t And if I took you along with me in an attempt to get away from this devilish heat, why, what recreation would there be in that for me? I know everything you‘re going to say before you so much as open your mou‘th,. How‘s that? Don‘t I think that a woman isels occasionally as if she‘d like to get away from the flat, too? There you go again! Didn‘t I suggest two long months ago that you‘d have the bulliest time of your life if you‘d only go out to Ohio and see your folks, and didn‘t you almost bite my head off for suggesting that? By jinks, you talk as if you positively despised your folks anyhow! Every time I slip in so much as a word of suggestion that you rattle out there to the farm and _ see your people, why you flare up as if somebody was trying to put up a job on you to send you to jail. Oh, I‘m just rolling around here, waiting for the minute to pop for me to hop up and swallow a cup of bum cofice and then bolt off to work That‘s me. Tha‘t‘s what 1 get out of life. I‘m just the good old hawse Dobbiar that brings in the stuff and has to walk the chalk line and Jo things on the minute or else have the dickens raised with me all the time. I know dozens of ‘em that right now are firgigging around on the Adirondack lakes, hitting up the boardwalk at Atâ€" lantic City, joshing the old frumps that consider ‘em eligibles for their daughters up in theâ€"Catskills, having a bully, unencumbered, cool ‘time of it at the summer resorts all over the country, with no one to bother or hinder ‘em, nobody to report to, nobedy to have to get home to or stand for a row or the weeps and all that great stuff, while I Mr. Gnagg, awakening very early after a night of fitful sleep, squirmed and wriggled and coughed until Mre. Gnagg was aroused from slumber too. Then he regaled her with seasonable observations, in part as follows: Huh! You‘re awake, are you! How you can sleep as you do I don‘t know. bet you could sleep on an unpainted tin I‘ve just been th.‘;:kfllg, touingluound here, about what crafty mugs these felâ€" lows are that don‘t get married. Whee, but they‘re the wise old owls. roof at high noon of one of these sizzlin days without once turning over, You‘f wonders, that‘s what you women are. If Mr. Gnagg Were But Single Fellows Who Don‘t Get Married and Entertains lre Goagg With an Aocount of What He Has to Put Up With in His Home. care? Not a cent‘s half listening to me "Xot to him. He thinks maybe be can induce somebody to build a theatre or an Ooffice building to fit it."â€"Louisville Courierâ€"Journal. Sheâ€" That‘s all right. I‘ve got about 30 or 40 that ought to be.â€"Brookiys An Optimist. "Why did he buy that secondâ€"hand fire escape?t He paid a good price for it and it‘s nothing but junk." _ _ _ Heâ€"Before we become engaged I must tell you that I had m cousin who was Towneâ€"Little thing? Why, man, I actually bought that umbrella.â€"Philâ€" adelphia Press. Towneâ€"Gee, whiz! I wish I could catch the fellow who stole my umbrel laâ€" Browneâ€"O! cut it out! Why do you make such a fuss over a little thing like that? Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills are sold by all medicine dealers or may be obtained by mail at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2.50 from The Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. He reports that the snow is about six feet deep now on the Galena summit and three or four just this side, at Galena and vicinity. He leaves Ketchum every Monday morning and returns there Satâ€" urday night, making the round trip every week. It is made on snowshoes, and on an average he carries some thirâ€" tyâ€"five pounds on his back. The trip soon becomes rathor weuryâ€" ing and monotonous, with nothing to liven up the cheerless aspect of the counâ€" try. Snow, cither on the ground or fallâ€" ing, hills and mountains, timber and oc« casional water courses constitute the scenery, and the silence at times is alâ€" most oppress, :e.â€"Hailey Newsâ€"Miner. Bt. Vitus‘ dance is a discase of the nerves brought on by a morbid condiâ€" tion of the blood. It is a common disease with children, and attacks females oftener than males. The only cure lies in plenty of pure blood, because good blood is the life food of the nerves. Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills cure even the most severe form of the trouble because they enrich the blood supply, thus carrying the necessary food to the nerves. In proof of this we have the statement of Mrs. Alex. Cameron, Summerside, P. E. L., who says: "Some years ago my daughter Lena, then a child of ten years, became afflicted with St. Vitus‘ dance. At that time she was attending school, and the first indication I had that something was wrong was that she appeared casily disâ€" couraged in her studies. She was natuâ€" rally a spirited child, not given to tears, but she would cry over what I thon&ht should be easy work for her. The disâ€" ease progressed so rapidly that in the course of a few weeks she became unable to hold anything in her hands, and we were obliged to take her out of school. She became so afflicted that she could not hold a cup to her lips without sudâ€" denly losing gold of it. I knew from the first by the symptoms that her milâ€" ment was St. Vitus‘ dance, and despaired of seeing her cured, as it was looked on as such a hopeless ailment. She became so bad that she could not hold herself still for the space of ten seconds. Her hands or feet were continually moving, and last of all she would contort her features so that she was losing her natural expression. _ At this stage I chanced on a paper containing a testiâ€" monial in favor of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills, describing the cure of a little girl afflicted as mijne was. I hastened to get a couple of boxes of the Pills, and by the time she had used them I noticed a decided change for the better, and purchased a further supply." By the time she had taken seven EO“ she was enâ€" tirely cured. Although she seemed thorâ€" oughly cured I was afraid the discase might return again, but it never did, and she has since enjoyed the best of health. I cannot thank Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills enough for what they did for my child, and I hope my experience may be of benefit to some one gtmcte(( as my daughter was." Work of a Mountain Mail Carrier. Eugene D. Abbott, the mail carrier bee tween Ketenum and Stanley, was in town Thursday. C > f A Severe Case Cured by Dr. Wilâ€" liams‘ Pink Pills, There, there, now, forget all that junk. Who‘s said a word to you!? You‘ll see my point of view some of these days, and then you‘ll understand. . There, there, now, flag that wadded handkerâ€" chief business and let‘s have some breakâ€" fast,. Come on, hun, everything‘s all right!â€"New York Sun. things that I said and that you must have dreamed about while I was ulkh:. for you were more than half asleep all t.homume. well, I 6‘ I‘ve to crawl now sndletyonvlgr:llon':tm simply beâ€" cause you accuse me of phk{ng on you, when as a matter of fact I‘ve only been Yfichutupsm&kdu:you.l'}n vthe fathead for exr‘cting a woman to have any sense of humor, anyhow. That‘s the whole thing. s I shouldn‘t expect a woman to be able to see the point of a little badinage. Oh, well, cut out the weeps, won‘t you, and I‘ll do anything you want. v Look here, what‘s it all about, anyâ€" how? Who said u{fln.n( about being tired of snybody. Well, of all the beâ€" dinged inventions ever! ing. But that‘s all the appreciation I getâ€"having the handkerchief pulled on All I said was that these fellows that keep out of the matrimonial harness know what they‘re about, and here, you Oh, that‘s it; go on and blubber. Just because, being unable to sleep, I endeay. ored to engage you in a lft,de before breakfast conversationâ€"why, you fall to sniffling and all that. I tell you what, most women would reciate having their husbands mkin:P&qn to a little persiflage upon awakening in the mornâ€" What? You‘d rather get a hundred breskfasts than hear me complain so much? Now, that‘s a stab that I shall not tolerate. Who‘s complaining? Who‘s uttered a word of complaint? I only pereiilage upon awakening ng. But :fiv. all the . ST. VITUS DANCE Forty to One. Hard Hit TORONTO Wifieâ€"You pense, George the note in v "Erâ€"have you kissed asked, by way of introdu "Not lately," replied with a farâ€"away . expre body‘s Magazine. paa up The best man noticed weddings guests, a gloon man, did not seem to 1 self. He was wandering he had lost his best i: man took it upon hims **Not by a doggoned sight!" Mr. Smawley, an undersized m the outskirts of the crowd, sof himself. *"The question is, Sh man rule~in his own family? 4 present time, begosh, he doesn‘ "Look at my clien for the defence, * hardened criminal ? swere Hubbieâ€"My dear office in time for 1 send vyou a note by "‘The question i political crator, ** rule?" Bhe goes to a qu Where the folk * And she fills six To dress herself "Was it a good game of ball?" ‘‘Splendid! The visiting team went all to pieces in the first inning, and our boys beat ‘em 27 to 0!" Political Managerâ€""Are : all right toâ€"day?" Spefibinderâ€"“.\fi fine as Political Managerâ€""Good go ahead and sound the k« "I understand old Pslyman left his affairs in pretty bad shape. Are you having any trouble in straighteniag them out?" *"We have found that they can‘t be ntnikfl'flened. He was a confirmed erook." Papa was about to apply the strap. "Father," said Willie, firmly, "unles that instrument has been properly stes ilized I desire to protest," This gave the old man pause, "Moreover," continued Willie, "th germs might be released by the violen impact of leather upon a porous textil fabric but lately exposed to the dus of the streets would be apt to affec you deleteriously." _ _As the strap fell from a nervels WilHie sloped.â€"Philadelphia 1e new march s I‘ll play it for Mr. Staylate Miss Bangsâ€" â€"Philadelphia the _ people disfavor.â€"â€"I "Mave you adequate polic for your house*" asked a friend, who was residing in a "Rather," was the reply. * got the prettiest servant county."â€"Chicago Journal. Fond Parentâ€"Don‘t you know better, Bobby, than to leave your chewing gum on a chair, where people will sit down on it * "Warmer, with the weather clerk "You‘re giving Tommy,â€" that anoth and I knew him a piee Bobl,y- another p Mammaâ€"Tommy, ! see yo pieces of cake instead of on« you. Why did you do that *" Teacherâ€"Johnuy, « where the North Pol« Smail Johnnyâ€"Yes the top of the map. Caterer livered ca m Said she good th Baid he Baid Said Mrs.‘IXnoxâ€"Airs Peeper eless business woman. Mrs, Bloxâ€"Indeed! Whi e engaged in?t Mrs. Knoxâ€"Evervbody‘s Heâ€"I‘ve She â€"Ple rd.â€"St. No, I can‘t say that he does," anâ€" ‘red the careful witness, "but that sn‘t signify, for neither do you." 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