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‘ubi.ce NT 7: e Drey AT D&REYFUS. da and the states Arrive wspape i rom a Tcronto Eoathouse ich Was on Fire. the Present Moment for His atry Into the Country. In Eng HOOLM.AMS a IRRITATES FRANCE DROW w w# land 1s$ ATi®IF leopea the NED TE W Mad ? n 1 ut he "W)'y, what have I said?" exelaimed | Audrey, with mock innocence. . "How pretty you look when you blush, andâ€" why, what‘s this, Sylvia®" she broke off to {nquire. audibly Her voice was so imploring that Sylâ€" via kissed her and returned to Audrey. "Merey is illâ€"very ill, 1 am afraid," she said, gravely. "I think she scarcely understoodâ€"oh, it was thoughtless of me to disturb her toâ€"night! Audrey, I must send for a doctor toâ€"morrow." "Certainly we will," asented Audrey. "Poor Merey! We will both nurse her back to health. But you‘ll be ill, too, my dear, if you don‘t go to bed and get some sleep. You are quite feverish. See, I have almost undressedâ€""she had put on her dressingâ€"robe during Sylvia‘s abâ€" sence"â€"and you must let me help you But I will. _ How lovely this hair of rs is! 1 have never seen it down beâ€" cl:. And what a length!" Syivia hunr her head so that the hair 'm‘orod her face. . "It used to make him angry," she said, in a whisper. "He said that it got in his eyes, and into the puddings," and she laughed softly. Audrey laughed. "That was like aâ€"brother!" she said, archly. "IL wonder whether it would make him angry now, or if he would complain even if it did get into his ks\ | | " Her voice was s via kissed her and "Merey is illâ€"ve she said, gravely. understoodâ€"oh, it me to disturb her must send for a do Merey, almost fiercely. dear. Iam glad, glad at You know that, but yet, now, Sylvia!" voree, . " Â¥ou onceâ€"at once to London toâ€" first train." "Go back to London! now!" exclaimed Sylvia said. "I ought to have waited untill the morning, not come to you with all this excitement when you are tired out with the journey!" "HMis brother!" she breathed, _ with white lips and a startled, horrified exâ€" pression in her eyes. "Yes," said Sylvia. "He is Mr. Neville Lynne, of Lynne Court. No wonder ‘:u are surprised. It all came upon me e a flash of lightning. I am dazed by it still. But how cold you are, dear!" she broke off, for Mercy‘s hand, which she had taken, was like ice. Merey sank back on the pillow, and, turning her face aawy. was silent for so which she Merey â€" turning h long that Iv. "And hbe is not Mercy, his name he is Sir Jordan‘ Merey listened both Sylvia‘s har fixed sympatheti Sylvia came to t! room. She had been unfastening Sylvia‘s "It is newsâ€" deat!" said S3 well, he is notâ€" back. Don‘t spe in my own way "Don‘t!" bre And with a little piteous sigh, that was like that of a heart tremiflng on the verge of a great happiness or _ a great disappointment she left the room. Mercy was awake and started up as Sylvia entered. "What is it?" she asked, almost in a tome of alarm. "Wait here for me, Avud're\v _Iâ€"â€"I want to talkâ€"I want you to tell me what I ::o do. Oh, I don‘t know what to + Sylvia‘s face grew scarlet, and she covâ€" ered it with her hands as she rememâ€" bered how, on the terrace, she had flown into his arms. Had she kissed him?t She did not know. It was likely. Audrey put up her hand and stroked the soft wealth of dark hair lovingly. "Ah, ho whappy you must be toâ€"night, deart" she whispered. ered it with bered how, or into his arms did not know _ Audrey put via shou "IH Merey dr Them she rose with a start "I must go and tell Merey," and fresh fruits. An ideal summer food, wholesome, nourishing and dolicious. CONTAINS MORE REAL NUTRIMENT THAN Mako Your Stomach Happy with MEAT OR EGGS. 10% Sold by All Grocers THE USURPER nO name is Nevill rdan‘s brother wnoed Sylvia‘s ] LviA ithed Sylvia, almost in I don‘t know," faltered Sy ‘Sâ€"grc Sylvia SHREDDED WHEAT less of me, dear!" she o have waited untill the ne to vou with all this v lovely ever see . length head so In ent Over Fax vid it news â€" Merey "Jackâ€"I meanâ€" dead. He has come lear! let me tell vou Merey, in a slow cht to tell me at k‘ at eville er large, sa on her face ne in the dr I must go back I must go by the ‘ Leave me, just , aghast. I must!" _ said "Leave me now, t your happiness. . I am tired. Go, silent for so ber anxiousâ€" aill, but Lynne., but holding re, sad eves she 82 Merey eyes intil ingâ€" in ut man by th ""Yes,‘ 1 my best t reconciled any rateâ€" immovable mit me to we will n Neville‘s face flushed. Oh, why had he promised Trale to keep quiet and leave the working out of a?laire to that astute inspector! Why couldâ€" n‘t he seize this smooth, oily gentleâ€" man by the shoulder and shake him ! "Yes," said Jordan sadly. "I did my best to induce our father to be reconciled to youâ€"to leave you, at any rateâ€"a competency, but he was immovable. He would scarcely gr mit me to mention your name. But we will not speak of that; it can that che his will htR â€" Adad?caalnd 14 C C EOG those near and dear to us. ?o-x must let me help you." Neville stopped short and lookei at him in the semiâ€"darkness. ‘"You offer to help me?" he said. "Certainly, my boy; what more natural? Do you think I am lost to all sense okains'l‘mip, that I forger vill ‘"Very," ecurtly. *"Well, wel i can understand your disappointment. _ But is not given to all of us to succeed ; and on those of us whom Fortune favors is bestowed the x:ri\;ilege of helping P (peiipataimipiias in L hh Mn â€", l , te°es," wen on Jordan, blandly. "I am afraid from your manner, my boy, that your mind is recurringâ€" going backâ€"to our arting. Prav do not allow it to J:) so. If there was any illâ€"will between us, time an 1 absence have softened and dispelled it; and in its place, I trustâ€"for my part, I am sureâ€"there is the best and truest of good will." Neville looked straight in front of yÂ¥ Neville l« him. t] turnec But I poor, hans <in of you, Nevilie; I ma have seldom been out and when I say ‘our,‘ I to dear Audrey. She w th walk quickly to keep up with him. "You have been gaining health and strength while some of us have been wasting ours sitting up past midnight in the House of Commons. How familiar the whole place must seem to vou." he "Just so, and I cannot forget that ir father did youâ€"yes, I will say ) candidlyâ€"a wrong. You know at he-j?râ€"did not mention you in he was dead. I Then aloud he you have becor ed to see you Ah, you wand of us stayâ€"at arm, my dear But Neville affectionate re Jordan followed Neville out. He was conscious that he carried off the meetâ€" ing wellâ€"very well; but with this conâ€" sciousness was mingled no little appreâ€" hension. Neville had received his fraâ€" ternal advances so coldly, to put it mildâ€" ly, that Jordan knew he should have to be careful how he dealt with him; and he looked at the stalwart figure in front of him and shuddered as he swore under his breath. He knew Neville‘s temper of old, and that if he should be suddenâ€" ly enraged he could turn and erush Jorâ€" dan like a nut. "Curse him!" he muttered. "I thought he was dead. I wish to heaven he were!" Fhen aloud he said: "What a big fellow you have become, Neville! I am delightâ€" LE llg. Gootees t . . NP emnly Peen given to her, and the injunction that accompanied it. Audrey listened openâ€"eyed \ "And when do the three years expire?" she said, in almost aweâ€"tricken tones. Sylvia thought for a second, then she started slightly. "Teâ€"morrow"* sho sau% : almungk ant dress while she had been bantering her, and had caught sight of a faded ribbon attached to a lfl:fi, flat package which nestled under Sylvia‘s bodice. Sylvia put her hand up to it. "I don‘t know!" she said, with sudden gravity, "Don‘t know?" echoed Audrey. Sylvia shook her head. "My father gave it to me the night he died," she uir "It is the.story of my birth, Audrey," "And you do not know?" "No," said Sylvia. "I was not to open it for three ears," and in a low voice she told Aulrey how the package had b:t'n given to her, and the injunction kess uC TE EV th your pockets full of gold? I hope I hope so," fervently. Neville foreed himself to speak calmly. "No. My pockets are empty," he said. "Tut, tut, 1 am sorry!" murmured rdan sympathetically, a smile of satisâ€" w ddiiiirmat it lfi ts it > are brothers?" Hall brothers, please," said Ne e, grimly. Fust so. and I cannot Inroak tha h, you wanderers have the advantage us stayâ€"atâ€"homes! (Give me your m, my dear fellow." But Neville strode on, ignoring the fectionate request, and Jordan had to alk auickly to keen un with Wim Oh 6°" pAÂ¥ing for a moment on his thin y -'f had hoped that you had reâ€" ed with wealth as woll as health. I am glad to see you, rich or . my dear Neville, andâ€"and perâ€" i _not so sorry for your illâ€"luck should be, for it will give me opportunity of proving my affe: n have become, Neville! I am :lé]ikht 0 see you in such splendid heaith continued " eurtly. Nev said Neville, grimly CHAPTER XXXIII ta‘y, and ignoring his broâ€" _ "We have often thought lle; I may say that you been out of our thoughts, ur," 1 especially allude She will be your sister im sure that will be you. And now tell me hear the whole account she said, almost â€"sol LX OR TL HANTHNHNNGT TT t avatreme in ivannsnnnes t Ee C O CE OITRATEAURRTR OE UAEE Damepery c s antaian ns atvemecarue Jordan proved un "Her brother!" he thought. "That‘s all I am to her. Just her brother, nothâ€" ing more! She wouldn‘t have flown to me, and made so much of me, ifâ€"if she‘d cared for me in any other way. And why should she care for me in the way T Neville tossed and rolled through the night, but, strange to say, it was not the thought of Jordan‘s villainy which kept him from the sleep which knits up the raveled slceve of care. It was Bylvia. _ _ Jordan waited a moment, watching Neville and Trale walk off together, then with a bitter sense of disappointment he turned in at the lodge gate. CHAPTER XxXXIV. Lavarick saw it, too, and he stopped, and slunk back into the hedge. But as he did so, Sir Jordan saw anâ€" other figure emerge from the darkness and join Neville. It was Trale. "Kill him! Curse him! Kill him!" broke from Jordan‘s white lips; and at that moment, though he could not have heard the injunction, Lavarick rose as if to spring. < He saw Neville striding along, and Jim Banks following like a shadow. He saw Banks gain on him, and crouch as if ready for a spring, something gleaming in his hand. With an oath Lavarick left him, and, still crouching close to the hedge, folâ€" lowed the unconscious Neville, Ardan stood and watched, his face white, every limb trembling. "That is Neville Lynee." His breath came fast and hot. "It‘sâ€"it‘s a quarter of & mile to the villageâ€"a lonely road. Iâ€" I hope you won‘t do anything rash, Banks. But remember your poor daughâ€" tert" "That gentleman*?" said Jordan, quickâ€" ly, his breath coming and going in sharp pants. "That is my brother, Neville Lynne." Lavarick started. "Him!" he said, hoarsely. "He‘s Neâ€" ville Lynue!" "Yes," said Jordan, bending down till his lips almost touched Lavarick‘s ears. "Whoâ€"who was that?" | hoarsely, looking after Neville The shadow that had been following them stood beside him. It was Jim Banks. He wore a rough workman‘s suit and a fur cap almost entirely conâ€" cealed his face. "I‘ll tell you toâ€"morrow," he said, grimly. "Good night," and he strode off. Jordan put his hand on the lodge gate and as he did so he felt a hand on his "And I hope, I earnestly hope, you will accept it!" said Jordan. _ Neville drew a long breath. "And you offer me fourâ€"five hundred a _year_?_" said_t\’eville, restraining himâ€" "No!" said Nevillee "You say my father left me nothing?" Jordan shook his head. "I am sorryâ€"very, very sorry, to say he did not," he replied. As he spoke he glanced round; the dimly seen figure had crept closer. _ self with an effort They had reached the lane leading to the Court, and crossed over to the lodge. Neville stopped short. "You will come inâ€"you will stay at the Court?" said Jordan, with feigned eagerness. "Not enough, Neville? I was afraid of offering you more; your pride, you see! Let us say four! And if you have made up your mind to leave Xngland, we must say five; money does not go so far abroad as it does here. Yes, five! Come! I will get you a berth in some pleasant place in the colonies and allow you five hundred a year. I beg you will not wound me by refusing!" Neville stopped again and looked at him. This man who had robbed him of five or six thousand a year, generously offered him two hundred! He laughedâ€"â€" actually laughedâ€"a laugh that made Jordan shrink away from him. n@He totaunt ids ts lt ie m Ne c 2iz id grimly. Jordan laughed softly. "Son of the same father!" he said. "I cannot forget it, if you would. I shall estcem it a favor if you will accept"â€" he paused. "Shall we say two hundred a vear?" They were in the avenue now ; tha lights of the village glimmered in the distance. He glanced over his shoulder stealthily, and was silent for a moment or two, then he went on : ‘"Yes, you must not allow â€" yoar pride to come between us. You must not forget that I am vyour brother * ‘"No?" Restless and anxious to be on the move already?" said Jordan, pleasantly. ‘"Well, well! I am sorry. You must let me make you an allowâ€" anceâ€"no refusal! You must indeed" â€"he stopped short and started. His quick ears had heard a footâ€" step _ behind them. _ He looking round and saw a man‘s figure crouchâ€" ing stealthily under the shadow of the hedge, and his heart leaped as he recognized Jim Banks. Neville stopped, restrained himself, and strode on. ‘‘Well, yes, I have some influence," resumed Jordan, little guessing how narrow a squeak he had had oi being shaken, "and I must use it. I must get something for you, some plac: abroad. A consulate, or something of that kind. _ Andâ€"erâ€"meanwhile you must come and live at the Court." the crowd shout for the great Sir Jordan L{nne." ‘"Inâ€"deed. Really, now! And yo. did not come forward and make yourâ€" self known! I am afraid you are proud! Beware of prideâ€"â€"*" "Oh, yes," said Neville, grimly. "~ know, 1 saw you one night coming out of Audrey‘s houseâ€"or the Marâ€" lows‘â€"to your carriage, and heari the crowd shout for the great Sir Jordan Lynne." of only sadden both of us! Tell me your plans, Neville?" ‘"My plans?" growled the young man. ‘‘Yes," said Jordan, blandly. "D» you intend to remain in England? Ah! I am afraid not. I have always noticed that when a man has taken to wandering he cannot settle down; once a globeâ€"trotter, always a glob: trotter, and I suppose you are alâ€" ready thinking of starting off for somewhere?" Neville was silent. ‘‘Silence gives consent! I feare1i that it would be the case! Well, well! After all, a roaming life has its charms. But you must let me hel> you. I think I may say without imâ€" modesty that I have some interest, you knowâ€"or perhaps ou _ don‘t know that I am in the gablnet?" Halfi brother, am your brother.‘ said Neville again he _ asked, Lb Lorrimore‘s face lighted up with the hope that rose in his heart. "You think it may?" he said. "No, I don‘t think; I‘m eertain," said Neville, gravely, Zorrimore nodded. "I will not ask you another question, Mr. Lynne. I will wait. I will only say thisâ€"that ifâ€"if I _ thought Auâ€"Miss Hope would be happy with him, I would resign her without another effort. But â€"well, I don‘t like Sir Jordan, and I mistrust you. . Now, if it were you to whom she was engagedâ€"â€"â€"" (To be continued.) "I* is," assented Neville. "Look here, Lord Lorrimore, any one can gee that Audrey is not happy, thatâ€"that, in short, her engagement to myâ€"to Jordan "Yes, I do," said Neville, "and that‘s why I said ‘don‘t.‘ Lord Lorrimore, I wan: you to believe that I‘ve good reaâ€" sons for asking you to stay awhile, but tha‘t I can‘t give them." "It is something in connection withâ€" Miss Hope:" is not making her happy well, don‘t you think it is it may be broken off?" Lcrrimore looked grave and anxious. "Mr. Lynne," he said, almost at once, "last night when I stated my intenâ€" tion of leaving England immediately, you said ‘don‘t.‘ \\'ifl you tell me your reason? Excuse the abruptness of the question, butâ€"well, you see how it is with me." Neville, doubtfrlly. T "Do, sir, do!" pressed Trale. ‘"I‘m hoping to catch ‘em both so tight that they »an‘t shuffle out of it. I‘m off now, Mr. Neville. Don‘t be surprised to see me at any moment." Neville walked down to the inn to spend the time, but he was told that Lord Lorrimore had gone out, and after hanging about still thinking of Sylvia, he made his way to the Grange. As he entered the avenue he saw Lord Lorriâ€" more in front of him, and soon overtook him. "It‘s Neville "Why, Jim Banks!" said Trale, looxâ€" ing round cautiously. Neville‘s eyes flashed, and his interost awoke. "Whenâ€"how ?" "Last night," said Trale. "One of my men came upon him at an inn outside the village, where he was drinking heayâ€" ily, and sent me word. He is keeping hia in sight. We‘ll give him just rope enough; we‘ll just see what he means to do." "And lose him!" said Neville, grimly. "Not this time, sir," responded Trale, confidently. "I‘ve told my men to knock him on the head and handcuff him, if necessary. No, don‘t you be afraid, Mr. Neville: I‘ve got him this time. If you can only manage to keep civil to Sir Jordan for a little while longer!" "It‘s a large order, but I‘ll try," said "Mr. Neville," hbe said, in an excited whisper, "I‘ve found him!" "Found him? What?" said Neville, starting. He was too much engaged thinking of "her" to have any room for an reflections about a "him." In the whorning Trale came round to Mrs. Parsons‘, and found Neville pacing up and down restlessly in front of the cottage. Perhaps of the three Jordan slept best. though his dreams were disturbed by that spectre of fear which will haunt the guilty, be they never so bold. Nor did Lorrimore at the inn have a particularly good night, and as he lay awake thinking of Audrey, he called himself a fool for staying on At the whispered suggestion of Neville, well right, too want? A lovely, radiant creature like PAPERâ€"HANGING IN PANELS herâ€"she looked like a young princess! ‘miu â€"and famous, too! No doubt there are | Latest Method of Wail Decoratic dozens of men in love with her, belted Handsome Imported P. earls and swells of that kind. 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But they who love us best, When we are under ground Will laugh on with the rest Why vex our souls with care? ‘The grave is cool and lowâ€" Have we found life so fair ‘That we should dread to go? We lay us down to sleep, And leave to God the rest Whether to wake and weap Or wake no more be best. We Lay Us Down to Sleep. \& from now until the ead of 1803 for $1.00 in Canada or tthJEited Kingdom. > 15e . HAMILTON SEMIâ€"WEEKLY TIMES TIMES PRINTING COMPANY, HAMILTON Daily Times by mail $2.00 per aronum. Address This is a chance of a lifetime to secure Hamilton‘s Leading Newspaper The balance of 1908 FREE to a!! new subscribers to the we‘ve found, , and thatâ€" possible that raw material, so to speak?"â€"W ton Herald. Fos tliaar. 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It is not to be exâ€" pected that this simple fact will ever penetrate their skulls, or that if it does they will tak» the trouble to dig the ditches until some enlightened Legisâ€" ture makes it a misdemeanor for any one to maintain sach a pestiferous nuiâ€" sance as a mosquito hatchery and comâ€" pels enforcement of the law. It is a common error to believe that they breed all over the salt marshes; if they did the seashore regions would be uninhabitable by man. On the conâ€" trary, there is no larvacide equal to fresh sea water; it is vastly cheaper then kerosene and is automatically apâ€" plied. _ No mosquitoes breed in places flushed by the daily tides; the eggs and larvae are washed out and devoured by the small fish, It is thercfore extremely cheap and simple to cut ditches into the Eigher pools along the uplands, which will cause them to be flushed by the tide every day. 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"But isn‘t it | rather cdd," she said, "to warm one‘s hands at a fire of icet" | Mrs. Grommet is exhibiting the little prize to her guests, but says she will be careful to have a chain or something else to the animal when it grows up, fearing it may sometimes answer the call of the wild.â€"St. Louis Republic. It is a gift from her husband, who is in Mexico. The leopard cat, which is a mixture of leopard and wildcat, is now four weeks old and is the size of a big kitten. The animal knows nothing but captivity. The mother of this kitten and another was killed that the young could be taken. Women Makes Pet of Wildcat. Mrs. G. J. Grommet, one of Ailton‘s bestâ€"known society ladies, has a Mexiâ€" ean leopard wildeat for a pet. His family is now in California, but Baldwin still continues to sew for them and sends their clothes to them in the far West. He owns a beautiful home in this city, and it is not through poverty, but on account of his wife‘s poor health and the love of the sewing machine and his family that he acts as dressmaker.â€" Council Grove correspondence Kansas City Journal. _Women Makes Pet of Wildcat. Economy is the mother o# lberty,.â€" True love, said Sir Philip Sidney, can no more be diminished . by showers of evilâ€"hap than flowers are marred by timely raips. The signs of a dead love are unmisâ€" takable, and no woman who values her selfâ€"respect will seek to keep a man by her side who cares for her no longer. The parting will be hard but afterwards she will be glad that she made her decision before it was too late. W. B. Baldwin, one of the oldest and best known engineers on the Missouri Pacific road, for a number of years has been not only the bread winner, but the family "seamstress‘ for a family consistâ€" ing of his wife and three daughters. The Only Thing a Woman Can Do In the Matter. It is not until a map realises that he is tired of a giri, and never really was in love with her, that he also realises how foolishly he has acted, It amazes him to find that he has gone so far as to be considered the fiancee of the maid. Lhen, not knowing how io get out of the tangle, in which he has become inâ€" volved, he falls back upon the unmanly method of neglecting the girl he has hiâ€" therto courted and flattered. True, this is little more foolish than the former enA 2o EV . Well, my dear, what do you think of Kansas Lake of Burning Ice. Horns of a Dilemma. Reserved Her Verdict Engineer Also Dressmaker WHEN LOVE is DÂ¥ying. of his cqndu&;â€"btfi it causes d Shiiiiignpasanl itc ala se tnses waues o en imvnitnee tm w mresenic o a man realises that he , and never really was , that he also realises : _hbas acted, It amazes he has gone so far as TORONTO From a Private Colonel. There once was an old army colonel, Whose wit was a well spring etolonel ; But for those who would shirk From their authorized work, His lmfim was something â€" infolâ€" onel ! â€"Birdle Baxter Clarke in Army and Navy Life "Well," he said, brightening visibly ter a period of profound thought, â€" life was a mseful one, after all. He « planted a tree." ol t When Willie saw a peacock for the first time he said to his mother: "Oh, mamma, you should have seen it! Electric lights all over the ferns and a turkey underneath!"â€"The Delineator. The Boiler‘s Reasons. Motherâ€"Don‘t tease me, Johnnie, Can‘t you see I‘m in a lot of trouble, _ The boiler has sprung a leak. Johnnieâ€"What makes it leak ? Motherâ€"Because it‘s my day at home, your father has asked two men to dinner, the cook has left, and the butcher hasn‘t come with the meat. Now run and play. â€"Brooklyn Life, maller s Tommy Tommy Old Golf Professionalâ€"Na, ye‘ll mak‘ a gwofferâ€"ye‘ve begun ower and ye‘re ower muckle pottle; but juist possible if ye prâ€"ractice harrd, haard, for twaâ€"three years ye micht Jones (expectantly)â€"Yes. Profesgionalâ€"Ye micht begin to h glimmer 0° the game.â€"Sketch, ind Sm Plut Kai l 10Ns d W prove Why Teacher Didn‘t Know Much How do you like your teacher. d W W hu h ]y der How mothbor and the girls can ap ve _ so _ heartily of my sonâ€"indaw? ken English and be so terribly annoy at my occasional mistakes in gram ."â€"Washington Star. What is that? D M Not Wholly in Vain 11 t] A Gcogropnic Jeste: M Equal‘y Indignant oyâ€"Papea, how can it City Stam it Part of HMHer Raiment A Possibility I Would Not Marry t} Through the Green What Willie Saw Cams what «m \UMGR Trials of a Lover, lid she say‘ when you The Cheaper Way The Best Yet bait He Had a Title re One More nÂ¥ n it e funeral of an acquaia chappic id â€"¥°es, my son. 1 #‘pose that‘s what i water.â€"Philadelphia Ju Deciined in education.means." that. Tommy Tubbs till school o{nns an‘ crack his slate for wagon."â€"Cleveland a river is isn‘t it? JY wor (to woman traveller 1 thought you said, nothing but wearing k. What about these n needli« nough sho« or of min« our teacher, dear ?" »d, after her first ike her real well," i‘t think she knows ceeps asking quesâ€" The Delineator. M i can‘t und M rry My Hushand thoughtful comâ€" ne. 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