WhiteHand
i A Ta!a of tiie Early Settlers
of Louisiana.
J BY AUSTIN C. BURDICK g
CHAPTER XXII. (Continued.)
Tor some niomentii after this recital,
mot a word was spoken, and tbe ouly
aounds that broke the atillneas weta the
mobs of the marquis.
"Shall such a foul mockery stand?" at
.length said St. Denis, in agooy. "It it
be torn In sunder and cast aside. By no
law of justice or right can "
"Hold!" interrupted Lobois. who had
now nerved himself up to the conflict.
"You but make a useless disturbance
when you thus give thought to the idea of
.annulling the bond of marriage between
my wife and myself. Ere I took the final
tep I consulted with the governor, and
be bade me go on, and I have his pledge
4f sustaining me. You have heard uiy
wife's story. That I used stratag.'in to
Rain her hand, I admit, for I saw au in
terloper was about to snatch the prize
from me. And now you know all. Hence
forth I trust nothing may occur to mar
.the hnrmony of our aodul Intercourse."
Turning to St. Denis, he added, a tri
umphant look settling on hla sharp fea
4ure: "And aa for you, air, I trust you
will see the necessity of removing your
self from the society of those who can
only be made unhappy by your presence.
If you have the common sense I suppose
.you have, you will see the necessity of
this; and if you have tbe feelings of a
jgentlraiian, you will not hesitate." .
Goupart raised his clasped hands to
wards, heaven, exclaiming:
"Has it come to this? Must all my
hopes thus fall back upon my broken
heart, and the sweet dream of years end
ia bLack despair? Ixuise, beloved of my
Muni, lost, but still cherished one "
His words failed him, and he bowed his
3us)d in a passionate burst of tears. In
.a moment more he heard a low cry of
hopeful tone, aid a pair of arma were
twined about bis neck. He looked up,
but it was not Louise. It was the flow
ing eye of White Hand that met his
.own, and darkly stained arms were en
twined about his neck. A voice of
thanksgiving next fell on his ear, and he
aw the Indian girl on her knees, with
her hands clasped, her streaming eyes
raised heavenward, and giving thanks to
the Great Spirit. St. Denis started as
,he gaied Into the deep blue eyes fastened
on him. A moment more, he beard his
name pronounced in a tone aweet and
familiar, that made his heart bound wild
ay in his bosom.
. "This scene has progressed far
enough," now spoke the one Simon be
llleved to be his wife. "Simon Lobois.
.your wickedness has come to a climax,
.and back on your own head shall full the
terrible couseciueuces of your uiachiua
ftions!" "Ha ha, Ixjuise, you have gone too far
mow!" Loboia uttered, confidently. "If
you imagined your marriage was but a
jest, you were mistaken. You'll find the
knot too strongly tied to be cast off at
will."
"Poor fool! Cannot you open your
eyes? Simon Lobois, did yon thiuk Louise
St. Denis would have married you while
(lite remained? Did you think she would
ttave stooped to mate with you when the
.grave was open to her?"
"A and are you not married to me?
Are you not my wife?"
"I think you'd Hud me a hard one to
manage; for at this very moment, were
you not beneath my notice, I would eh a I
lenge you to mortal combat, and I'd serve
you worso than Goupart did. Look, Si
inon! Don't you see that Indian youth
resting in Goupart's arms? How I have
longed for this moment! Up up, my
father! Thy children are safe, and if
they have returned to thee lu exchanged
guises, bo assured they left thee lu the
amn way!"
"How?" gasped Simon, starting back
and turning pale. "You yon "
"Why, I am your wife, Simon, If you
ay so; but if you keep me, you shall fight
.a duel with me every morning, and we'll
alternate till one of us falls; first morn
ing, pistols next morning, swords. You
have aoen me shoot some."
At this juncture the truth had forced
itself to the old marquis' mind.
"It must bo!" he whispered, seizing his
noble son by the hand. "It must be my
owu noble Louis! Assure me I do not
lream."
"You do not, father, for I nm your own
IiOiils. Hut siuf hero comes Louise.
Don't cast her off because her skin is
-dusky!"
"Is it possible!" gasped Lobois, as he
' saw Louise sink on her father's lo-iom.
"There's been some foul witchery here
iome deep, infernal machination! Iouls!
Louise! The sou Is the daughter, and
itho daughter is the sou! There's a foul
Hlot here!"
"Ay!" cried Louis, tearing the rich
,gowu he wore from his body, nud re
vealing tho light undress of a French of
ficer, "there has been a foul plot, and
you ran well explain It!"
"Me explain?" stammered the villain,
taxing first at the youth and then at tho
maiden, who yet wore her Indian dress.
-"Who are you!" he gasped, starting to
wards the seeming Indian, and selling
the dusky arm. "Speak! ho are ye?"
"I am one whom you once sought for a
wife!"
"IamiIso St. Jullen?"
"Yes."
"Ah! Duped befooled! Hut there" a
a plot!"
A few moments more ho gazed upon
the two metamorphosed ones, and then.
utterly powerless from mad delirium, he
ank down.
Hut Simon Lobois was not the only
one in tne dark. Tho old man and St
Denis were lost In amazemeut. The lat
ter had clasped his own loved one to his
bosom, aud she had whispered into his
ear the sweet promise of love once more,
yet he could not understand It.
I aee you are all astonished," said
liouis, "and I will tell you what I know
of this funny affair. So sit dowu and
listen; sit down all of you."
And down they sat, Couuulla keeping
close by her companion's side, and seem
ing as happy as the rest of the happy
oues.
"Now listen," commenced Louis. "You
remember on that night when we played
'hide and find me' in the yard, Louise
and I went off into the house before we
hid. We had planned to have some sport
with Goupart. Louise and I never real
ized how much we resembled each other
until we exchanged garba. When I eaw
her in my clothes, she looked just like
my own self in a mirror; anl when I
had put on her dress, which had to be let
out but very little, she assured me I was
her counterpart, and when I looked in tbe
mirror, I could have sworn she stood be
fore me. We had reached the corner of
the barn, and I was showing Louise
where to hide, intending then to have
gone myself to the stable, when a party
of Indians rushed and seized upon us.
and having gagged us, hurried out
through the postern. Away they took
us, and all night they kept on through
the deep forest. One of them spoke to
ir. in the Chickasaw tongue, and I was
upon the point of answering him, when
the thought struck me that he only wish
ed to try if I knew the language; so I
pretended to know nothing of it. xou
know I learned a great deal of it from
old Oakbow. After I had listened to
their conversation, and I found that I
the girl was to be carried to New Or
leans, while the boy was to be taken up
to the Natchez. Of course, I then knew
that Simon Lobois had a hand in this.,
for he had gone to New Orleans, where
he meant to have Louise taken, and
there force her to marry him, while I
was carried off another way, perhaps to
be killed and thus he would have all
our father's wealth. Before morning, we
came to the place where we were to sep
arate. I did once feel like giving battle
to the whole pack; but I. was wholly un
armed, and the thought was dropped. 1
begged to be allowed to apeak a few
parting words with my companion, and
they granted my request. I told Louise
what I had heard. 'Now,' said I, 'they
don't mistrust the change we've made.
I will let them still think I am the girl,
and thus you will be free of Simon;
while, if you go to the Natchez, still
retaining your male dsiguise, you can at
any moment save yourself from death by
revealing yourself.' At all events, we
both concluded that it would be best for
each of us to continue the deception, and
we did so. And now for Louise's story."
Thus called upon, Louise commenced.
She told how she was taken to the vil
lage of the White Apple by Stung Ser
pent; how they meant to kill her, and
for what strange purpose; how Coqualla
interceded for her, and how It waa ar
ranged that she should marry the prin
cess. "Here I was puzzled," said Louise;
"but I determined to throw myself upon
Coqualla's friendship. 'I told her the se
cret of my sex, and asked her to save
me. She threw her arms about my neck
and promised to keep my secret, and be
to me a sister, while she passed for my
wife. So my secret was safe. Only she
told her father when he was on his death
bed, and thus he was led to absolve nie
from my promise to remain with them."
CHAPTER XXIII,
Louise went on and told her startling
story, and as she did so, more than one
bright look of holy gratitude wag cost
upon tbe beautiful Coqnalla.
"And now," said she, in conclusion, "I
am able to give you some clue to the great
mvsterv which underlies the whole.
When Stung Serpent was upon his death,
bed, he sent for me, and he told me all
and he gave me this paper iu token of
his truth. Read It, father, and know
what a villain you have kept beneath
yeur room."
As Louise handed her father the paper,
Simon Lobois started to his feet.
"Back!." shouted Louis, springing for
ward and pushing him back into his
chair. "Tony, watch this man, and see
that he does not leave tho room.
Old Tony, who had stood by aud heard
all, now moved to Simon s side, and as
the villain gazed upon the huge bulk of
the negro, he uttered a stifled groan, and
settled back.
The marquis read tbe paper aloud. It
was as follows:
This Is my bond, that I will pay to
Stung Serpent one hundred large pieces
of gold, in French coin, when he shall
have removed Louis and Louise bt. Ju
lien from their home. And he, on his
part, promises that said Louis shall be
killed, and that Louise shall be sent Bare
ly to the middle trail on Lake Pontchnr
train. SIMON l-unuia."
That was enough. Simon denied it all.
then swore, then drew his sword, aud
then Tony knocked him down; and ere
long afterwards he was taken from the
room.
Before noon, Louise had contrived,
with Coqualla's assistance, to remove the
last stain from her skin, and when she
stood, all white and pure, she saw a teur
on Coqualla'B dark cheek.
"Whut is it?" she asked.
"Nothing," was the reply.
Ah, tell me the troth. Coqnalla will
not deceive her sister.
"No no," murmured the noble girl.
throwing her arms about Louise's neck
and pillowing her head upon her bosom
"Hut you will forgive tne. Coqualln has
left her people forever, but she has not
left her skin."
"But tell me all, my sister."
Coqualla loved the N hite Hand, and
she was only a sister. Now Coqualla has
seeu another with the same beautiful
face. Hut she does not murmur. She is
couteut; only-"
"Go on. my sister. Tell me all.
It Coqualla was white, she could love
O, tny sister does not know how she
could have been loved had she not been
Coqualla's sister!"
Ioulc had read the girl s secret, and
aa she gazed into those soft, mild fen
tu res, she uttered, with all the truth ot
her soul
"Coqualla does not need a whiter skin
She is beautiful enough. I know Co
qualla's heart, aud her face is as pure aa
that.'
The maiden princess blessed her sister.
and wiped away her tears, for she heard
some one coming.
On the next morning the room where
Simon Lobois ha9 been put was found
empty, and the slave Peter was also
found to be missing; but no search wa
made for them, for the one was worth'
less and tho other carried guilt enough
to punish him with its shame and bu
den.
And now joy was once more in St. Ju
lien s household. Goupart and Loui
wandered about together, and for a whilo
Louis was left alone, for the only othe
young person with whom he could asso
ciate seemed to shuu him. One da
I.iHiUe ilriv her lirother nnn siiln. fill
wiispred with him, for she had tW
morning fonnd Coqnalla tears, and the
poor princess had murmured the thought
of going back to the homes ot ber father
to lie down by their graves. But what
Louise said to her brother may not be
nown only, an hour later, Louis and
Coqualla walked away down in the gar
den.
At length the old cure. Father Lang-Jet.
ma'de bis visit to the chateau, and there
was work for him to do. Gjupart and
Louise were made one for life, and this
time the blushing girl was fastened.
But the work ended not here. Louis
St. Julicn had spent many hours with
Coqualla, for he bad become her teacher,
nil be had opened to her mind the
riches of the Great Bonk. And while
she had studied that, he bad studied her.
At first he was surprised at the won-
rous depth of her mind, but he was no
ess awed by its sublime purity and gran-
cur of conception. And thus be probed
her heart to its 'inmost depths, and he
found it as noble and pure as it was gen
erous and loving. Ere he knew it, ha
ad loved her, and almost unconsciously
the story of his love dropped from his
lips.
"Coqualla," he whispered, "thou didst
love my sister for her face. Mine is like
it. Love me, then, and be mine for life.
love thee, for thou art all lore and
purity to me."
And Coqualla placed one of her soft
unite in his, ant then rested her head
uon his bosom, and aa her dark tresses
fell over his shoulders, biding her face
and the tears that shone there, she an-
wered him:
"Coqualla can give thee all her heart.
and be to thee a slave for life. But if
you make her your wife, O be sure you
will never regret it; for Coqualla a heart
would break if you loved her no more!"
For a long time the panic caused by
the fearful plot of the Indians lasted
among the colonists, but they gradually
waded out of the danger, though their
way was through much blood. The Nat
chez had sealed their own doom, and n
few short years sufficed to sweep them
from the list of Indian tribes, and tbe
once powerful nation was known no more
on earth but in name and the history of
the past. Simon Lobois joined the I' rencb
force, having received a lieutenant's com
mission from Perler, and he fell at the
siege of one of the Natchez forts. So a
Natche bullet found the life of him who
had thought to barter away the life of
another through the hands of the Nat
chez. Troubles came now thick and fast upon
the hardy settlers, and once the marquis
told his children that if they wished, he
would sell out and return 'to France. But
they did not wish it St. Denis was hap
py enough where he was, for Louise was
a sufficient shield against every ill from
within, and his own bravery and forti
tude swept away all other fear. And
Louis found himself in possession of a
treasure the intrinsic merits of wnicn
were every day developing themselves
to his understanding; and after a few
short months of wedded life, all doubts
vanished from Coqualla's mind, for she
was assured that a love like her hus
band's could never grow cold while she
remained true and faithful.
No." said St. Denis, "we will not re
turn, for in this colony, now surrounded
by dangers and gloom, I can see the germ
of a nation. A soil so productive, with
resources and natural advantages so
mighty, must one day be reclaimed to civ
ilization of the highest order, 'mere la
no reason why this great valley of the
Father of Waters should not, at no very
distant time, become literally the Gar
den of tho World. And," he added, while
his dark eye burned, and his bosom swell
ed with deep emotion, "may not those
who have already subdued the wilder
ness in the East, at some time meet ua
of the West, and, as one family in the
New World, bidding adieu to the thronet
of the Old, raise the standard ot a united
nation, with a government conimensurat
with the grandeur of the result, and with
a perpetuity of purpose worthy the mem
ory of those noble pioneers who first
grappled the dark terrors of the wilder
ness, and opened the way to the archi
tects of a new and more glorious realm?"
(The end.)
His Bluff Did Not Work.
Stories of Yankee shrewdness have
always been widely circulated, but
when one gets ahead of a Yankee there
is very little said about It, especially
on the part of the man from the North,
Several days ago a hotelkeeper at a
small stntlou on one of the roads run
ning out of Memphis put the lnugh on
a drummer from the North In a very
good way, and the traveling man was
compelled to beat a hasty retreat. The
drummer arrived at the hotel about 8
o'clock in the evening, and fearing that
he would not be able to get any supper
he asked the landlord what be could
got to eat.
"My friend," said the hotelkeeper, "I
can give you anything from a pickled
elcnbnnt to a broiled canary bird's
tongue for supper to-night."
The drummer looked at the man, and,
thinking that he was jesting, decided
to call his bluff.
"All right, my friend," said the drum
mer; "I'll take some pickled elephant."
"Very well," said the host; "I'll go
and get It."
He was gone about five minutes, and
when he returned said:
"AU right, sir; supper will be ready
In a moment. You'll have to take
whole one, as we don't carve them af
ter dark."
The drummer decided that he was
not very hungry, and took some cheese
sandwiches. Memphis Scimitar.
Tale of 'tender Heart.
The boy In tears nnturally attracted
the attention of the sympathetic man,
"What's happened, my boy?" the
latter asked. "Perhaps I can help
you."
"I lost n quarter," answered the boy,
"and when I go home I'll get licked
for It."
"Oh, well, don't cry," returned the
sympathetic man. "Here's another
quarter. How did you lose the first
one?"
"Matching," promptly replied the
boy. Chicago Evening Post.
Had to I'o It.
Soak Do you always pay as you go?
Freshby Always.
Soak Why?
1
Frvshby Because If I don't they
won't let me go.
LOOPING THE LOOP
Here are pictures of Frank J. Davis, of Indianapolis, the roller skate
loop-tbe-looplst The skates that Davis wears are tremendous affairs, made
almost entirely of steel and weighing twenty-five pounds each. They are
as strong as the mechanic's art can make them, and when they are screwed
and buckled and strapped to Davis' feet and legs, the daring fellow presents
a formidable appearance.
Davis gives some interesting facts concerning the little trick that he
seems to have a monopoly on. When asked how he guided himself In his
dizzy whirl, he replied:
"There Is no guiding to be done. Once started, I could shut my eyes and
get along just as well. I have a starting box, so that I will start from pre
cisely tbe same position every time. This position has been mathematically
shown to be the correct position. The loop Is so built that, given the neces
sary speed, I will have to go around, when once started. This Is accom
plished by a peculiar twist to the loop that keeps me In the right position.
"I travel at my greatest speed Just as I strike the loop. What this speed
Is I have no way of determining. It Is terrific enough, however, to make
me feel that my whole body, blood, bones and all. Is being jammed down
Into my feet. I think, perhaps. I travel at a greater speed than is neces
sary, but too much speed will do no harm, while too little speed would be
fatal.
"How did I do at the start? Well,
swing. I did not try to circle the loop the first few times. I kept going a
little farther every time, and when I convinced myself that the trick could
be done I cut loose from the swing, took a bracer, and said: 'Here goes.' I
got around all right. I wasn't surprised,
Davis says that the time required
not know the explanation of this, unless
The principal feature of Davis' skates
handles, that come about to bis knees.
perform the feat without these handles to bold to. Davis Says that he does
not travel fast on the run-off, as his speed has nearly spent Itself by the time
tbe top of tbe loop Is reached. A man
from the loop, be says.
THE RAG-PICKER MAYOR.
Case of Inflation Which Had
Its
Counterpart lu Oar Day.
Congressman Jenkins of Wisconsin
was talking the other day about the
vanity that Inflates some men when
they achieve success In life.
In my boyhood," he said, "I remem
ber how a man froni my town was
elected to a minor political office, and
got so puffed up about It that he would
hardly speak to any one on the street
One day a blacksmith who had election
eered for this man entered his office
and extended his hand. But the other
failed to see the band, and said: 'I
don't remember you, sir.'
"The blacksmith looked around. A
half-dozen men were present, and to
these be addressed himself.
"'Gentlemen,' he said, 'this reminds
me of the mayor that they elected once
In my wife's town. They elected, more
for a joke than anything else, an old
ragpicker to the mayoralty. They made
him buy a frock coat and a white tie
and a plug hat, and they persuaded him
to ride around In a fall-top buggy. It
was a change to tell you. Well, bis
wife met him at tbe house door on his
Brst day In office, and he pasesd her by
without looking at her. He was grand,
you see, In his plug bat and white tic,
but she only had on her working
clothes and her sleeves were rolled up,
'Why, James,' she says, nearly crying,
'why, don't you know me. James?'
'How can I know you, Mary. says he,
'how can I know you when I don't know
myself now?
" 'There are other men besides that
ragpicker mayor,' the blacksmith end
ed, 'who don't know themselves.' And
be grinned at bis embarrassed audience
and walked out."
WHERE CHARITY DWELL8.
An Imtanct of Pathos and Tender
Sympathy In New York'a East Side,
Nowhere In the city are there scenes
of deeper pathos and mors tender syu:
Dathy than In some of the little known
by. streets that twist and twine in tne
heart of the East Side, says a Pew
York paper. The hardly earned penny
dropped Into the cracked plate set on
a broken chair to help the homeless
and evicted will surely not be forgot
ten by Him who spake of the widow s
mite; the tiny bunch of half-faded
posies only obtained after a long
trudge that sick Ivan or crippled Hul
da may be happier and a score of
other kindly deeds only known to such
as enjoy the luxury of giving of their
poverty, are of dally occurrence; but
Isaac and ltebecca do not always get
credit for their share of such deeds of
kindness as they deserve.
One of these happened a short time
ago. A Jewish family, miserably poor,
even for Slav newcomers, but rigidly
orthodox, wished to have their little
son observe the rite of the Law-B'rlth
Mellah, and looking for a rabbi to per
form the rite with that natural lutul
tlou which makes man look to him
who by experience knows the trials
of the poor, found one known far and
wide as a profound scholar, yet as ab
jectly poor as his neighbors. Him they
asked, and without further ado he
came.
When the ceremony was over, the
parents told the rabbi they could not
give him anything, but a plate had
been placed on the table and that
whatever the neighbors put therein
was for him. The collection amount
ed to $2.50 within a few cents. What
that meant to the rabbi no one knows
ON ROLLER SKATES.
for a long time I practiced with a
but I tell you I was gratified."
In making tbe loop varies. He does
It be due to atmospheric conditions.
that he has-, patented Is the upright
He says it would be Impossible to
can easily catch him as he comes
eyes of starvation and faced the
weary day, foodless and hopeless. The
good man gathered up the coins, each
one a deed of self-sacrifice to the
giver, looked around the poor home.
with Its scanty furniture, gazed at the
weary faces gathered about him,
paused, and then going to the mother,
placed It ' all In ber hands, saying:
'Daughter, you need It more than I
do." Without another word he went
forth to his own foodless and desolate
home, where be and his wife Implored
the God of their fathers to help them
to earn the longed-for food, the sadly
needed next meal. -
SENATOR VEST'8 BITING WIT.
How He Effectively Squelched an Of
fensive Editor ia Missouri.
A Missouri paper revives an anec
dote Illustrating Senator Vest's readi
ness of wit and sarcasm. On one oc
casion, twenty-six years ago, the
doughty little Senator used this gift
with crushing effect on a mau who
Interrupted him while be was making
a speech In the Johnson County Court
House, at Warrensburg, the home of
his colleague. Senator Cockrell. The
room was packed. Vest was speak
ing in a particularly happy rein, when
a Warrensburg editor who did not
like bim arose and asked blm a ques
tion. It was courteously answered,
and the editor followed It up with an
other and another. To tbe surprise of
most of his hearers. Senator Vest kept
his temper, and continued to reply
courteously. Finally the editor asked
a long and very Involved question.
The Senator listened to It with the
same attention as he had to those that
preceded it, but Just as be seemed
ready to reply, and while the audience
was perfectly quiet, awaiting Vest's
answer, a little, Dencn-legged cur
came jumping up the aisle and imme
diately In front of the Judge's stand.
In which Vest was standing, barking
furiously at him. As quick as a flash
Vest turned and, pointing his finger
at the dog, said: "One at a time, sir;
you are out of your turn. Walt till I
get through with the other one, then
I'll reply to you."
. Hit It Kxactly.
There was a great discussion In prog
ress among the members of the faculty
of a Western college. They wrangled
long and raised their voices to too high
a pitch, each eager to have the measure
in question embody his particular vari
ation of the idea.
Finally a professor of large mind and
calm voice, who had been silent, rose
and made a tactful, conciliatory speech.
'As the effect of his words began to
show In a peaceful quiet that settled
over the fidgeting members, another
professor, who also took things calm
ly, turned to his neighbor and whisper
ed the line from Kipling:
The oil-can soothes the worrying cranks.
When the speaker had finished, the
more aggressive members took up the
discussion again. Presently the profes
sor who had Kipling In mind leaned
over once more and quoted the line
from "Mc Andre w's Hymn:"
And now the main eccentrics start their
quarroL
Doesn't It occur to you sometimes
that "talk about you starts mighty
easy, and that others can do as they
please without attracting comment?
There Is such a thing as being too
good for one's own good In this Im
perfect world.
I ST. JACOBS !
I OH I
POSITIVELY CURES
Rheumatism
Neuralgia
Lumbago
BacKache
Sciatica
Sprains
Bruise
Soreness
Stiffness
I CONQUERS !
! PAIN. I
Summing Up.
Patience Yes. Bob Brief, the able
counselor, proposed to me last night
In true legal style. ,
Patrice And that smacKtng noise
we heard later?
"Oh, he was just .Bumming up.
Yonkers Statesman.
At the Oculist's.
"Can I see Dr. Spinks, the oculist?"
"I'm sure I don't know. If you can,
you have no need of his services and
he won't care to see you. It you can t,
why, step right in." Chicago News.
'. Very Convenient,
Little Willie was playing with the
kitten when he discovered her cjaws
for the first time. Turning to his
mother, he exclaimed:
"Oh, mamma, hasn't kittle got a
handy pincushion?" Little Chronicle.
Secret of Happiness.
"It is-always good to obtain what
ono desires." said the citizen.
"Yes," replied the philosopher, "but
It is better to desire only what one can
obtain."
About the Size of It.
She I have noticed that the man
who whistles seldom swears.
He That's right. It Is the people
who are compelled to listen to him
that do the swearing.
Willing to Try.
"For the first year of our .married
life, dear," said the young man who
was poor, but bad prospects, "we shall
have to live principally on love."
"Well, people can live on spoon
victuals, can't they, George?" she
said, snuggling closer to htm.
ST. HELEN'S HALL.
Portland, Ormgon.
A Boarding and Day School for girls. Has
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ment, which has a separate residence for
kindergarten classes. The Boarding De
partment provides a cheerful and well ar
ranged home for young ladies. For cata
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