The Magi came, nt Cbrisitmastiile,
Into the night, with gifts resplendent
Coursers, camels, robes of pride.
Wealth of satellites dependent!
' They came with pomp; they came
from fir,
And followed fast the "Morning" Star I
Low, in a cradle made of hay,
A monarch from the heavens lay!
Was it n kins in glory dight?
No 'twas a cherub in pink and white!
It, too, had traveled alone from far,
And came in the arms of the "Evening''
Star!
Which of the twfcin shall we worship
most,
The Star with the train and the sptendld
host
The Star of triumph? the Star of power?
Or the Star that twinkles at twilight
hour?
The "Love Star" tender? Now, watch
.nnd see.
It is the Magi bend the knee!
Ah. glory of genius, pride or wealth !
Splendor of wisdom, knowledge, health !
Powers of busy brain and feet,
All of tho treasures of earth complete!
Spirit of beauty and love, at last.
At Thy tiny feet, all crowns are cast!
John Ward Stlmson. ,
lleGWK8Wi
Mr. and Mrs. Reminiscent sat conj
fortably back iu soft leather chairs,
watching the erudite and flame of a
real log In the grate.
"What an odd custom It Is, Isn't It,
John that of hanging up one's stock
ing on CbrlBtmns eve?" said Mrs. It.
"Yes, It Is queer. I wonder who
first thought of It?"
"I haven't the faintest Idea. In fact.
I never even wondered about It be
fore." "That part of It doesn't matter, af
ter all," observed Mr. Reminiscent
"It Isn't necessary to know the origin
of everything In this world. But that
stocking Idea was a good one. Do
you know, of all the memories of my
life, I believe that of hanging up my
stocking .on Christmas eve and look
ing Into It in the morning was really
the happiest!"
"I hadn't thought of It In' years,"
'but now that you mention It, I believe
I agree with you," and as she stopped
speaking, Mr. Reminiscent looked a
little more thoughtfully Into the fire.
" "Isn't It odd, too. the way one re
members those things?" said John.
"Why, I know Just the way that stock
ing felt, when I was a little toddler,
and used to hang mine up. The first
ones I remember were red."
"Mine were black, always. I think."
"Yes. dear. I was older than you.
Black ones became 'the fashion soon
after I put on long trousers. But the
first stockings I hung up were red."
Mrs. Reminiscent smiled. "And did
you wear copper-toed shoes, John?"
"Yes." he admitted, Blowly. "I think
I did!"
"How perfectly delicious! I wish I
could have seen you!"
"I don't blame you for laughing. I
think It must have been funny. But
I had good times In those old days!"
Mr. Reminiscent leaned n little more
comfortably back, and was silent ab
sorbed In the tender thoughts of those
red stocking days away back . forty,
years ago.
"John, dear," said his wife, who had
kept quiet as long as possible.
"Yes?"
"Were there ever uny holes In those
red stockings?"
"Do you know," he laughed, "I was
Just thinking of that. I guess as long
as boys have toes, there will be holes
In stockings. I was Just thinking of
one Christmas when I had hung up a
pair of Btocklngs with a hole In the toe.
I can see thut Jumping Jack's leg that
was sticking out of that hole, In tho
morning, Just as plainly as if I were
looking at It now! Isn't It queer that
we dou't forget those little things, when
so mauy bigger things since then have
gone completely from our memories?"
"I'll wager you can't tell what I
gave you for Christmas last year!"
laughed his wife, apropos of testing
the Idea. Mr. Reminiscent thought a
moment and then shook his head. "I
haven't the faintest Idea!"
"A solid silver toilet set."
"And I uso the things every day!
Well, it's funny, Isn't It? And yet I
can remember everything that was In
the stocking with that Jumping Jack.
There was a brass stem-winder watch,
for one thing."
Mr. Reminiscent was silent again.
He was looking so serious that, after
watching him curiously for a while,
his wife laughingly asked what was
the mutter,
"X was thinking of that watch," he
answered.
. "Well, what became of Itt"
"It was a rare toy, In those days,
and until that moment of my life I hnd
never possessed anything so perfectly
wonderful. It made more noise thnn a
clock, to wind it up, and then It would
go like lightning, for a few seconds.
I have never known time to fly as fast
as It did on that watch," and he laugh
ed as he thought of the way the little
brass hands flew around the dial.
"What Anally became of . It, dear?
Did you wear It with your red stock
ings and copper toes?"
lie shook his head negatively.
"I think the ending or that watch
was the greatest blow of my life. You
know Stanislaus Blnuk?"
"Yes. of course.. Your cousin that
you don't like."
"He was at our house that Christ
mas. He was a few years older than
Inj? cards can no traced bnerc ror thou
sands of years by tho Chinese. Their
Now Year's visiting cards are curiosi
ties. Kneh. ono sets forth not only tho
name, but nil tho titles, of Us owner,
and, as all Chlnnincn who have any
social position at nil hnvo about n
dozen, It mnkes the list quite appalling.
These enrds are mnde of Bilk or else of
tine paper backed with silk and nre so
Inrge thnt they hnvo to bo rolled up to
be carried conveniently. They nre, In
drtsl, so valuable thnt they nre return
ed to their owners.
NEW YEAR THOUGHTS.
Wo sleep, but the loom of life never
stops, and tho pntteru which was weny
lng when the sun went down Is weav
ing when-lt conies up In the morning.
II. W. Beccher.
Wo are not In this world to do what
wo wish, but to be willing to do that
which It Is our duty to"lo. Gounod.
It Is the every days that count They
must be made to tell, or tho years have
fulled. W. a Gnnnett.
Soberly and with clear ves believe
In your own tltiiennil pliu'o. There Is
not, there never hns been, a belter tlmi
or a better place to live In. Only with
this belief can you bellevo In hope.
I'll llllps Brooks.
We may mnkc.the best of life, or we
may make tho worst of It, and It- de
pends very much upon ourselves wheth
er we extract Joy or misery from It
Smiles.
Tho durkest shadows of life are those
which n man himself makes when he
stands lu his own light. Lord Ave
bury. Our life Is short, but to expand thai
span to vast eternity Is virtue's work.
Shakspenre.
The hour that Is gone I cannot recall,
but to-morrow I will do better thau
yesterday ; and all to-morrows shall be
better than the yesterdays. Let us
"leave behind our low-vnultcd past."
Dyer.
Life Is fruitful In the rntlo In which
It Is laid out in noble action or pa
tient perseverance. Llddon.
A New Chrlntmna.
Every Christmas should bo n new
center of Chrlst-llfe in this world.
Thnt Is what Jesus meant when he
said, "The kingdom of God Is within
you." He wants us to be so filled with
his- life that his Influence ahull pour
out through our lives for the brighten
ing and sweetening of the'world. He
wants us to start a new" Christmas
every day, wherever we are. J. R.
Miller.
. A BncUvrnrd Look.
Chrls'mus kin be niade u much
plensanter ef the stern porunt will
"THE WORLD IS MINE." .
I, and It makes a good deal of differ
ence between the ages of 0 and 10.
I handled that little brass
watch as If It had been sacred. But
about an hour ufter I had taken It out
of my stocking, 'Stan' got It away from
me."
"John !"
"Yes, he did! And when I cried, he
called me a baby. So I choked down
my tears, and didn't even tell anybody,
because he threatened to call mo' a
tattle-tale Jf I did."
"And didn't he ever give It back?"
"Yes later In tho dny. But by that
tlmo he had broken the Btera winder,
and the rest of the works. I know
you have wondered why I never liked
Stanislaus Blank, but 1 have never
told any one before.'
"But you didn't cheat him In busi
ness the way ho said you did, last
year?"
"No, dear. I never cheated any one.
I Just got him In a corner, that was
nil. AJid all the time he was worrjlng
for fenr ho was going to lose his money,
I was thinking of that little brass
watch and the way he made mo suffer
when he took It away from me. Maybe
It wasn't a very manly spirit, but I
can't herp it. It's human nature, and
a fellow Ib awfully human when he's
only 0!" Detroit Press.
Nevr Year's Cnlla.
The custom of visiting and sending
presents and cards on New Year's day
is recorded almost as far back as his
tory goes. The practice of using visit-
on'y let his mln' wander back tew tho
time when he made a dash fur the ol'
chimney-piece himself. N. Y. Truth.
A MlmiiiderNtniiditifr.
"I notice Jenks doesn't speak to you.
What's tho matter?"
"I can't help It. I started to talk to
him about Christmas decorations the
other day and he thought I referred to
tho black eyes he got In a broil with a
mutual friend recently." Judge. '
'Two ICver Tliua.
Ted I've been trying to catch Dolly
under the mistletoe, but MIbs Autumn
seems to be tho only one I can dud
there.
Ned It seems to be nn Instance of
tho wrong girl In the right place
Judge. Clirlmtmnii itt (he nonfiling IIouo
Mrs. Eaton House Well, you'vo got
tho largest piece of tho wishbone, Mr.
Sklnnle! Now, what do you wish for?
Orvlllo Sklnnle A larger piece of
the meat, ma'am.
: Aunt Diana j
The Sunshine
of the Family
CHAPTER IV. -It
was finally settled. Alison felt that
duty called her home, and booh the day
came when she hnd to part from Aunt
Dlnnn. It was a sad leave-tnkliig, and
tho tcaro were In Alison's eyes long after
tlhc train steamed slowly Into the Ches
terton station. Alison gathered up her
numerous articles of traveling gear, and
looked out with some eagerness, hut Rog
er's tall figure was nowhere In sight and,
much disappointed and Mrplexed, she
gave a porter Instructions about her trav
eling boxes.
"Will you fetch mo a cab. please?" fal
tered Alison, feeling ready to cry again
nt her loneliness, and wondering at Rog
er's unkind desertion, nml then nil nt
onco she encountered a pair of round blue
eyes, very wide open. She started; yes,
thero was the wide mouth, the droll,
freckled face that she remembered so
well ; of course It was Rudel, grown, but
not otherwise altered, grinning affably at
her.
"Why, Rudel," she exclaimed, reproach
fully, "why did you not speak to me? I
was looking for Roger, and nearly passed
you by."
"Oh, but I should have hallooed all In
good time," ho returned, with another
grin, shaking hands with her, but refrain
ing from any wnrmer fraternal greeting.
As soon ns she was seated In the cab
ho got in after her, and proceeded to put
down both windows. "You would not like
me to go outside, I suppose," he said, In
a good-humored, dawdling voice; "these
cabs nre so stuffy they make a fellow
feel queer."
"Go outside If you like," returned All
son, willing to humor htm, 'but rather dis
turbed nt the boy's coolness.
"Oh, it does not matter," was the con
tradictory response; "we have not far
to go, and cabby Is so unusually stout
thero would not be room for Otter. Oh,
by the bye, Roger told me to tell you
that father told him that somebody else
must come to the etntion, ns he could not
be spared. Roger was awfully put nbout
for he said I should be no help, and I
have not been much, eh?" with nuother
grin that threatened to became a laugh.
"I wish dear old Roger could have
come, but I am glad to see you, too," was
Alison's pollre reply. "I thought you
would have kissed me after two years of
absence."
"Oh, I never kiss girls," reddening vis
ibly. "Not 3our own sisters?" exclaimed
Alison, In n grieved voice. "Oh, Rudel,
you used not to be so stiff and unkind."
"I ain't one or the other," rousing up
at this roproadi. "I think It Is first-rate
your coming, I mean and you arc no
end of a brick to do it and." with a
sudden burst of confidence, "I shouldn't
mind giving, you a kiss now and then,
when you wanted it particularly, If you
would promise not to tell Missle; I would
not give her one no, not If she were to
ask me -on her bended knees a stuck-up
little minx !"
"Oh, Rudel. for shame! Mabel is as
much your sister as I am."
"No, sho Isn't, and never shall be,"
growled the lad. "I tell you what, All
son, you nre nn out-and-outer, nnd no
mistake, and I will help you fight all your
battles, that I will, ns sure ns my name
Is Rudel, and thnt is better than ever so
many kisses."
"Dear Rudel, I am sure yon mean
kindly, though you have such n funny
way of showing It; but I hnvc.no wish
to' fight any one."
"Oh, but you will be obliged to fight
Missle, whether you wish for it or not,"
was the cool rejoinder; but Alison was
spared nny further argument on this sub
ject, as they had reached The Holms, and
in another moment were driving up the
graveled sweep between rows of dusty
evergreens.
The Jlolms was a singularly built house.
A square, stone hull, unenrpeted nnd
chilly looking, led to the kitchen and oth
ed domestic offices, nil on n Inrge scnle
and unusually roomy; n wide flight of
fttone steps, differing from the modern
staircase by being also uncovered, led to
tho sitting rooms, dining room, drawing
room, school room, and study, nil open
ing on to a narrow corridor, fitted from
end to end with books books llternlyl
lining it from floor to ceiling.
As Alison wearily ascended the steps,
a thin ladylike woman in a black gown,
with n depressed, gentle face, came to
the head of the staircase.
"I am so glad to sen you, my denr,"
she said, kissing her affectionately. "Why,
I do bellevo you are grown, Alison; you
are taller.thap I expected to see you, but
you nre' looking pale."
"Oh, that Is nothing." .returned Ali
son, hastily, "I nm tired with the Jour
ney." " For Just then she did not wish her
looks to be too keenly criticised. "Where
nre the others, Miss Leigh father, Muhel
nnd Popple?"
'.'I am so sorry, Alison, thnt I nm the
only one to greet your homecoming. Ma
bel nnd Popple nre out; they had nn
Invitation to nn afternoon party nt the
Brownlow's; U Is little Stacy's birthday,
I wanted Mabel to stay at home and let
Popple go without her, but she would
not hear of It."
"Never mind, returned Alison, quietly ;
hut she wns conscious of a hurt' chilled
feeling ns Miss Leigh brought out this
Inmo excuse. This was her return home
after two yeiiw' absence, nnd yet Roger
could not be spnred to meet her nt the
station, and Mabel could not give up an
afternoon's amusement to welcome her sis
ter. Her father wns busy ns usual ; prob
ably hu hud forgotten her existence at
this time.
"You nre very tired, jny denr," con
tinued Miss Leigh, disturbed at the young
girl's sudden gravity nnd paleness. "Shall
I take you to your room, and send you
up a cup of tea 7 I daresay you would
like to be quiet a little."
"Thank you," replied Alison, grateful
ly, Rudel skipped up after her, tbn
steps at a time.
"I suppose you do not want to se
Sulky now, Alison?"
f "No, no," Interrupted Miss Leigh, "your
1 sister Is tired, ltudol ; you hnd hotter go
down nnd lenvu her to rest"
! "Oh, I was not tnlklng to you, Mother
Leigh," was tho boy's rudo retort; ntul
ns Alison turned round to Klmke hor head
nt him, sho discovered him In tho net
of making one of his favorite faces at tho
back of the unconscious governess.
"I sny, missus," lie oiiscrvcu, wuen n
had sufficiently relieved Ills feelings, "have
you told Alison nbout her room?"
"No, not yet Rudel," returned Uio
much-enduring Miss Leigh.
"Then I shall. I call It n menn trick
of Mlsste's; no ono hut n girl would do
such n thing ; here she hns been and tnken
vour room, Alison, with mother's things
in It i nnd nothing tho missus can sny will
get her to give It up. Missus Is awfully
wild 'nbout It, nln't you. missus?"
"Oh. Rudel I do be quiet," romonstrnted
Miss Ielgh, In the old worried voice All
son knew so well. "Whnt n tiresome hoy
you are! nnd I wanted to tell your sister
quletlv. Alison, my denr, I am very mr
rv, hut Mabel has npproprlnted your
room, nnd most Impioperly refuses to give
It up. I spoko to your fnther nbout It
Inst night, but he only snld It did not
signify, thnt he expected you would not
mind, ns your visit to u might not he a
very lengthy one. I think you hnd hot
ter spenk to him yourself." '
"I will see about It," returned Alison,
qulcklv. nnxlous to stem the governess'
nervous (low of words. "Am I lo sleep
hero to-night?" ns Miss Leigh opened the
door of n hnck room.
"I have made It as nice ns I can, re
turned Miss Lclch. npologctlcnlly, "but I.
nm nfmld you will think it nn ugly room:
It wntits rennperlng, nnd the enrpet Is
dreadfully old." . ,
"Oh, it will do very well." observed
Alison, quietly: but sluvlookcd round her
with a sinking henrt .nevertheless, It
wns Mabel's old room nnd very shabbily
furnished, nnd looked over tho kitchen
garden nnd the snwmllls.
She listened with well assumed patience
ns Miss Leigh pointed out the various
little Improvements she hnd effected.
Though Alison did not know It, the ensy
chair nnd little round tnble were taken
from Miss Leigh's own room; the fuch
sias and geraniums In tho blur vnse were
Roger's gift; nnd even Rudel had con
tributed the bk green fern that stood on
the window ledge.
"Now, I will send you up your ten."
observed Miss Leigh nt Inst, when the
lioxcs had nrrlved, nnd Rudel hnd nsslst
ed to uustrnp them; "there Is no hurry,
my denr; you will have nearly two hours
to yourself to unpack nnd rest."
Alison tried to answer cheerfully, but
her head was aching In earnest now; the
tears wero very near the surface ngaln,
hut she battled with them bravely.
CHAPTER V.
A cup of excellent ten wns very restora
tive in Its effects, nnd when Alison had
freshened her tired face with cold water,
nnd brushed her disheveled locks, and
exchanged her traveling dress for n light,
cool-looking, xcphyr cloth costume, nhe
felt less reluctance to present herself to
the critical eyes of her fnther and Mabel.
"May I come In?" questioned a voice
thnt she "knew at once was Roger's, and
In a moment she had sprung Joyfully to
the door.
"Oh, Roger, you denr old fellow, I am
so glad to see you again!" she exclaim
ed, forgetting nil her troubles In the sight
of his familiar face. Evidently her pleas
ure was reciprocated; a pair of strong
arms almost lifted her off her fret, and
bore her across the room toward the win
dow, and, after a hasty kiss or two, Rog
er put his hand under her chin nnd grave
ly Inspected her.
"I suppose you nre glnd to see me," he
observed nt length, "ns you have been
crying evidently at the pleasurable anti
cipation. So you are sorry to come home,
Alison, eh? nnd yet" rather reproach
fully "you are wnnted very badly here."
Alison's only answer was to lay her
face down on his arm; this wns a little
too much for her Jaded spirits, a few
more tears would come. Roger had found
her out, as she knew he would.
"Come now, this won't do, Allle," ho
snld, with n sort of soothing roughness;
"we shall pack you back ngnln to Aunt
Dlnnn, if you are going to fret. I looked
for rather n different greeting nfter two
years' absence."
"I can't help it." sho said, trying to
dismiss her tears; "I am tired, nud ev
erything seems strange to-night, and I
do miss Aunt Dlnnn."
"Yes, she hns himiINiI you for us; you
hnve grown a dainty lit tin lady, Allle."
"Oh, no; I nm not wpoiit-d In that
wny," she Interrupted him breathlessly,
"You enn not quite understand, Roger;
hut there is such a mixed feeling. I
have wnnted you nil these two years; you
have never been out of my mind a single
dny."
"Well, I am glad lo have you back to
scold you properly. What color are your
eyes gcncrully, Alison? They ore as
pink ns nn Albino's to-night."
"It Is my turn to look nt you," sho
returned, trying to pluck up a little
spirit. "Why, you hnvc grown n mus
tache, Roger. How well It suits you!"
hut Roger only broke Into a merry laugh.
"Did you ever see such a linndsomc
fellow? Really, Rudel and I nro marvel
ous specimens of manly beauty. Ho beats
mo in freckles, though, hn, hn!" And
Roger quite rocked himself In merriment.
"I like the look of you very much,"
returned Alison. "Your hnlr Is a little
rough nnd, oh! your Iwots nro muddy,
You have wnnted me to keep you In
order."
"I don't seem to match you, somehow,"
ho observed. "Do you nlwnys look "ns
though you were Just turned out of n
bandbox? I wish you would, take Missle
and Popplo In baud; they drive Miss
Ilgh vrnxy with their untidiness. Oh,
we nro n Imppy family, Alllo nothing
but. billing nnd cooing, and that sort of
thing gofiiK on from mornlnir tn tilifhr
Hrn. mI..I.. ...... tt...,- i w...f- m
""Kill IllftU IIIIIICI IIIKI .11 IKS 10 IOr 11
couple of lovo birds, the sweet young
creatures nio so fond of each other, and
as for Popplo and Mlsslo look, thore Is
a specimen of tho homo music dulcet
strains floating up the staircase. There
goes Missle." i
Alison's brow knitted wltlh some per
plexity as sho listened. "Flora, will you
go Into your own room.? I Insist on It
you nro not fit to b seen in that torn
frock," In a sharp, girlish yolce.
"What does It mattor7 She won't
mind," In a shrill, childish trebls; "you
are so cross, Mnbsl. Do Itt me cobm is
with you and set Alison."
come
No, no; do an I tell
0 In nresnnllv rn,. 'f Job ....
.,i..i " " i you i,.;:
?T" "'ess nnd torn ' tr,
r mining, you Oiorrhl llttls th m? M 1)
tell papa If you nro " ! B.1 !
then ho will not let 0 to!
t;;" noronnoxri'H'
Plo's part Interrupted the dl,M? ?
wn, who could bear noT! S,on-A5
quickly to tho door nml 1
pretty looking, fawSLW '
somewhat untidily nnd l L5 'l'
rntiier a vixenish oxproM0" L
ed face, wns standing l Tom,.?.1"! !
room, and behind l.er a .0 '-M1'
llUlo girl between clgl u.K'
ngo, rnther small In n, rr .,7'
droll freckled fnro " Mlt
wns Just now puckered nn whT 'I1 "
n red, Inflamed spot on on.
evidently tho rcsuk of a A
hor sister's part In pnymt. J Ttl I 01
trimming. 1 ,mint for to (era
"How do you do. Mabel" ,i. .
with n somewhat cold M 11 f'
cheek. -"Please do not
coming to me. I could not hi m
mi. now sua looks. como hr. V '
lcnr;" hut tho child, evidently
upset by tho Into fracas, fflltShS
embarrassed manner, until Mh,?. "
her a rough push. "Why dWT . n
to Alison, you stiinld .,L, ?,tl
said crossly, for she Z.TF.
M oat at t
sister's sudden appearance on th.
"Plenso do lint fnr. I... .
hu , ,vu nurw ue very good friend, dl J
ly," returned Alison, sorrr f . A:1 w"
will show
hnvo brought for you,
cuiiua nwicwardnesg. "Com. ..aT1
'opplodcar; Roger Is WrM: .
0U the pretty new
- tu i
TIlQ Child's fnr-ft lirlo4,t...l i
--"ftMlCUCU II I U
meat, and she moved Instantly tout, Z
sons hand; again Missle Interred.
"Nio must change her frock XL,
tea is Just ready, and 1 hear ' .."
In the garden, u, W (, "nm,
Popplo looks rough or untidy; .ajf'
not allow him to be vexed," purib,,
her lips with a vlrtuoui expression,
Alison controlled a quick retort tlti
somo difficulty. She had fully txpwrf
to find Mlsslo a most sgRravstini M
person, or why should Mies LHj!, wa.
plain of her so bitterly? Itut the wlii,
was worse thnn she anticipated.
"Never mind," she said, calmly,
must not vex papa, munt we, Iojp!l j .
will Help you change your frock, udw(.
haps after nil we may hare time to took
nt the. fish ponds." And without tuotltf
glance nt Sllssle, Allwn mide hppb
cheerfully lend the way, u she did W
know her room.
An Alison, after dressing Popple, a
down the staircase with the child i!3
clinging to her, Mr. Merle suddenly tudt
his appearance from the study. He iJ.
most started nt the sight of bis diopter,
nnd nn expression of pain coutd ki
handsome, careworn face. In the dia
light Alison recalled her mother too pith
ly to his eyes.
"Oh, papa," she said, hurrylnr to Iha,
and putting up her fair joubi (ice u
his. He kissed her kindly, patted it, toll
her thnt she had grown Ioto a sosu
since he had seen her, snd queetlosedhr
with some Interest about ber Jouraey,
The dining room, a Urge, btndNBtl;
furnished room, looked sufDcieatl; tKj
ns they entered it. lllwie was la the
seat of honor; sk gave i Ilttl slsptr-
a ( 1 t.l t .1
lng inugn as Alison enirreg wun otr inn
er. "I uppor this will be roar pta
to-morrow," she said, for, n Aliwa n
piled simply, "I suppose so, but I tJ
not disturb you to-night," reted M
crossed Mlssie's fare, but as Itodtl tn
already grinning In hopes of t m &
prudently disappointed him.
When they rose from the table, JMi
first words were a peremptory order for
Popplo to put away her toys and p t
bed. This led to a feeble protest w Mist
Leigh's part.
"It Is not so very late, Mabel, tad Pf
plo has not seen her sister for two Jn
I think sho might wait little longer.'
"I am not going; there now!" oUrnn
tho child, defiantly, quite oblivious of lee
father's presence.
"Go It, Pops. I'll hack you," wbltjww
Rudel, rubbing his hands; "J
touch you ns long ns I am here."
Mabel's eyes flashed. "You horrW.n
boy. Papa " Rut here Al!att
Interfered.
"You will go to bed now, dear, HIJ
not?" she whispered In the child i tu,
"nnd I will come and tuck rou op, m
wish you good-nlglit." And thus pr
tinted. Popple's snllenness vnW. '
sho trotted on nt once.
(To be continued.)
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Mentis isvriT""- .
.... i.. , man's fe,
IrtK or BlccpluK. Is ho free roa I J
by swnrmli.K uiyrliwla of t tor, PJ
orful, unseen enemlca of jfjL
. . .... inlina the 5fr
tllerH or aeaurn unm "'", ."
Hlblo to wenr npix-mvn- -
fylng power of hlSlHrlcC?
we might hoc the very lr
thick with tho ""'0UM ,'Km
tolii billion of imclllli fndtlat
nbout or upon tho wWJJ
tho food wu Mt. tho hn da -
tho car HtrnpH wo hang
.i i.nnl tt-.i wear, uw..
to worn, ii v. - ; fhec4u
...... I. tlin HUB 1VIS KIOOI -'
dog wo fondle,
In nhort. uUvny nnd "fwi1
armies of death mirroiind ,
ccsHantly 'k" "'f! II
only lo they attack ui 'JV
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.... 1. 1.. ! 1 nes 01 oul . .. i'
tho inoutn, in u" - - M ,t ttj is
mi i.i Mi nf not iiiiij i il ii.M
" ... . .... ix.t ncaiu'" ..
iniciHt or tiftn, - poi vr
...... ,Me. Tho wonder i, - J
.... . - at wa.'
wo nro over ill, ui l0Uk
well, Buocobh ms""
Hlio uo yu" v
yowns' . r was a boy""
JIU 1 wv.
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