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IK cup nad Just
been placed in tlio
center of Mr.
Blake's window.
It was about 4
o'clock In tlio aft
ernoon, and tlio cup
bad obviously only
Just arrived. It bad
boon unpacked
Mtinpflllt liv Tiff
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. ",ra Moraton's gift to tlio
w Rifle Club was displayed In trcmend-
ous splendor, so tliat all who passed
up and down High street could look
and long.
Tho uows soon spread through tlio
llttlo town. Tho cup had arrived at
last, and all tho members of tho local
Itlllo Club, together with their frionda,
were thronging the window of tho sta
tlonor's shop.
"What u splendid cup!" "Well, Lord
Morston has really shown his interest
In tho Rlflo Club nt last." "A bit of
all right" These wcro tho ejacula
tions of tho crowd.
Mr. Augustus Pearson, head Bales
man of tho boot shop which supplied
footwear for all tho villages around
Morston-on-the-Wash, was told that
tho cup had arrived, within 10 min
utes of shutting up tho shop. Ho af
fected a quiet disregard of tho news,
whllo at tho namo tlmo lila eagerness
was throbbing through Iilm.
Augustus Pearson was u leading
member of tho Rlflo Club, but ho was
not tho most popular person In tho llt
tlo town. Ho "had Ideas," so tho peo
ple said. Ho thought too much of
nolf; his life was occupied In far too
utrcnuoua u wuy with Augustus Pear
eon. At tho samo tlmo ho was somebody
In tho town and, though ho was not
generally liked, ho still had n position
ono which ho wus determined to
maintain and oven to Improve.
At G:0 Mr. Pearson sauntered out
of the boot emporium and stt oiled
down High street. Ills duties for tho
day wero over; ho had waxed his mus
tacho with great care and ho was now
a young gentleman at large.
When he got opposite to tho bril
liantly lit window of Dlako's shop ho
stopped, and, hoping that nobody ob
served him, Joined the llttlo knot of
loiterers in front of tho plate-glass
window.
Certainly tho cup was a dcslrablo
trophy for any one. It stood a foot
and a half high. It was obviously, so
Mr. Pearson deduced, hall-marked In
side and out, and tho four riflemen in
"solid silver" which supported It upon
tho plinth wero a Quadruple lncentlvo
to patriotism and greed.
Mr. Pearson turned Into tho shop,
and asked Miss Blako If tho London
evening papors had arrived or not. He
know perfectly well that tho London
evening papers novor did arrlvo there,
but ho felt It his duty to say some
thing of tho sort.
"O, Mr. Pearson," said Miss Blake,
"surely you aro going to win thlu
trophy. His lordship's butler brought
it down this afternoon and, talking
with him, ho mentioned your name."
Mr. Pearson twirled his mustncho
and looked kindly at MIsb Blalcc, who
was a dear, wizened old thing. "Well,"
ho said, "of course, Miss Blake, sport
is sport."
Miss Dlako nodded. "It is, indeed,"
she answered.
"I'm so glad you agree with me,
Miss Blake," Pearson continued. "But
what you say about winning tho cup
Is, of course, of courso, on well, on
tho knees of tho gods, you may say."
"Indeed, Mr. Pearson," answered
the lady who presided over tho station
er's shop, "Indeed, It must be so. But
if I know anything of our noble de
fenders, you, Mr. Pearson, will win it."
"If I do, Miss Blukc," replied Mr.
Pearson, "I hope "
as he was framing a pretty speech
a short, thick-set man bustled into tho
shop and asked roughly for a penny
packet of notcpaper and envelopes.
"Hallo, Ous," the man said to tho Im
maculate Mr. Pearson. "What about
tomorrow?"
"That remains to bo seen," ruld
Miss Blake. "Here's your packet of
notepapor, Mr. Jarvls."
"Well, I'll say good night," said Au
gustus Pearson, and left the shop, fol
lowed toe upon heel by tho newcomer.
It wns u quarter to six in tho even
ing and the lights in the few shops In
High street did not lllumlnato that
somewhat dingy thoroughfaro suffi
ciently to mnko it plaln-to the canual
spectator that Mr. Pearson and Mr.
Jarvls Immediately nnd without a
word dived down a sldo street and In
to a small public house known as tho
Rifleman. They sat down together in
the odd llttlo paneled placo, and a
blowzy girl brought them each a pint
of beer.
"N'ow, then, Gusslc," said Mr. Jar
vls, "about tomorrow. What's it worth
to mo?"
"I'll toll you what It's worth to you,"
Pearson answered "provided, of
courso, that I win tho cup U'b worth
a couplo of quid to you."
"That's all very well," Jarvls re
plied. "And you know, Gusslc, I'd bo
pleased to help you to any sporting
triumph, but I don't sco qulto how U'h
to bo dono. Waddlngton's a bettor shot
than you, and Thorno is a better shot
than cither. I placo you third in tho
competition, nnd third you will Jolly
well bp. So I don't sec "
"Of course, you don't sec, Bob,"
Pearson replied. "And that's why I'm
talking to you now. You'ro chosen as
marker tomorrow, aren't you?"
"Yes, I nnd my brother Bill aro
marking for tho competition."
"Very well, then. What I'm going
to do Is, to show you how"
Tlio two men were sitting close to
gether in tho llttlo taproom. Behind
them was a window which commanded
tho private bar. This window, which
was hung with red curtains, happened
to be ajar. Neither of tho two men
noticed it nt all.
"That's Just what I want to know.
How I'm going to eurn that two quid,"
Mr. Jarvls replied.
"In this way," answered Mr. Pear
son. "You mark, you pull tho cord,
and tho whitewash brtiBh goes over
tho target. You'ro chosen to mark
down tho score as tho bullets hit tho
targot. Therefore what you nut dowu
on your sheot stands in tho 'competi
tion for tho cup."
"Of courso it docs," Jarvls replied.
"But what n silly Juggins you aro, Gus
slo. You sco, .1 shan't know who's fir
ing. I shall simply record tho shots
upon tho sheet, and I shan't know
whether It's you, Waddlngton or
Thorno. You'ro talking through your
hat, my boy."
Mr. Augustus Pearson threw tho cud
of his clgarctto away aud looked keen
ly at his companion. "I'm not the
f col,"' ho said.
"Well, then, got nt it. What exactly
do you mean, Gusslo?"
"Just this. You'll be watching tho
impact of tho bullets upon tho target
and, as you say, you won't know
whose firing. Wo each havo 10 shots
for tho cup. My first shot I shall flro
n little wide of tho bull, and you will
know It's me, and no ono else, for the
reason that you'll seo a blue stain up
on the whitewash."
"A blue stain? What do you menu?"
"O, a llttlo Idea of my own, which
is this. I bought a couplo of hltin
pencils yesterday, and I'm going to
cover tho bullets with tho bluo before
I flro them off. When they get on to
the target you'll sco at onco whoso
shooting. There will bo tho blue mark
upon tho whitewash, aud you'll book
mo up accordingly."
Mr. Jarvls chuckled. "Well," ho
Bald, "You aro a one!"
"I may or may not be," answered
Mr. Augustus Pearson. "But I think
that when tho occasion nrlscs I enn
bo adequate."
"I rather expect you can, Gusslo
two quid, you said? 'Oncst Injun?"
"Two quid," replied Mr. Pearson, as
he rose and left "Tho Riflctrian" with
his companion.
It wan unfortunate that tho llttlo
red curtuln window at tho back of tho
conspirators had been open, because
Mr. Llvormorc, tho secretary of tho
club and also tho range superintend
ent, happened to bo reading tho .aper
In tho laudlord'n sanctum.
Ho had found tho papor rather dull
and was inclined to bo aloepy. But
tho voices on tho other sldo of tho wall
had dissipated his incipient slumbers
aud made him sit vory upright Indeed.
The' drill hall at 7 'o'clock tho next
evening wns full of Territorials, mem
bers of tho Rlflo Club nnd local mag
nates. During tho day tho cup had been
shot for. Mr. Thorno and Mr. Wad
dlngton hud struggled for tho mastery.
Their scores had been signaled from
tho butts, and as tho two had tied, ex
pectation as to who should bo tho win
ner had risen very high.
Mr. Pcarsou, who was not consid
ered to havo a really sporting chance,
was tho laBt man to Are. Ho had lain
down, snapped up his aperture-sight,
Addled with tho micrometer gage,
touched up his foresight with n cam
el's hair brush and a llttlo lamphluck,
aud tired steadily at tho 300-yard
range.
Tlmo aftor tlmo tho signal had
dipped, ducked and risen again to the
contuslou of tho champions. At tho
end of the tiring Mr. Pearson was ad-
Judged tho wluuer with thtee short of
u "possible."
Now tho hall was full, and Augustus
Pearson, sitting modestly three or
four benchcH nway from tho platform,
was tho recipient of tho congratula
tions of his fellow-members. These
wero vory hearty indeed, and Augus
tus felt that, after all llfo wus worth
living.
Ho was Indubitably tho hero of the
moment, and also of Morstou-on-tho-Wnsh.
Ho had proved hlmsolf to bo
tho rlflo shot of tho town, and as ono
comrndo nnd another camo up to him
and smacked him heartily upon the
back rather too heartily, ho nomo
ttmea thought ho realized thut ho
was in tho ccntor of tho plcturo for
tho first tlmo in his llfo.
He, Augustus Pearson, was at tho
momont, tho cynosuro of every oyo,
tlio most Important individuality in
the town.
Augustus had always had doubts of
himself before In imagination ho had
seen himself in splendid situations
winning tho V. C. being presented by
tho king with tho Albort medal, and
coming back to his native town to bo
mot upon tho platform by all the pret
tiest gtrla of tho village, presenting
him, It not with tho freedom of the city,
at any into with tholr suffrages and
lovo.
Ho had imagined such happenings
In tho past, but had never really be
lieved they could bo materialized. Now,
however, by tho oxorclse of a llttlo in
genuity, ho was tho undoubted cham
pion of Morstou-ou-lhc-Wash.
Yet ho was not entirely happy.
Somehow or other his comrades, while
congratulating him, seemed to be n
llttlo rough In their regard, 'lhcy
smacked him on tho back with a somo
what Insincere heartiness. They con
gratulated him with voices in which
tho sensitive young niiiu almost im
agined that ho detected sarcasm, if
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tint
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The be I Lad rZ
tied themselves &
mr. uallon tho ' ,c,
ic recto nmihLfcri"'.
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white hair-,- d ' f
j After a few pro,", Plil
Uio mayor, hi. i3 .
forward and began huffi
Always, ho said, hh?r
tronofnndabellcTe7&
ofthlklnn B, I" '"Until
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t!rppil nn imt
Ills enthusiastic companloauJ
PearBon advanced in, Jr. i
srB.f,arLw
trny """' arte I
Upon thu tray was a chlMiac
upon rornlnnn 1.1..-1 t. 1. l
of bluopciiclls-adoMaitleln
...uiBiun ueni oer ttc put(0n.
banded tho trophy to Aututii
"And now, Mr. Pcanon." he a
havo no doubt )ou trill tub to
while tho other preienuticm
1HUUI'.
Wllftfl A 1 1 f-1 1 1 1 1 .l...ll- .
the door of the hall he bduiv
his huud at all. All he ctrrltj
with Iilm, broken and dlthmUd
wan, was a pacKti 01 vrullM
which some ouo had prcic64gi
iwccn nis hcck ana ms colur
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THINK a neap ot
you, Martin," Nan
wuu saying, whllo
sho sprinkled tho
thirsty pansy plants,
"and you'ro n dear,
good, decent follow,
hut somehow, I don't
get all excited about
you us a girl docs
when aho'n In lovo.
You'ro such a placid and practical sort
of a person."
Martin Kolth looked down at tho
pretty child kneeling besldo tho (lower
bed and smiled and then ho sighed.
"You want somo 'go' to 'cm," ho In
terpreted, "l-'iroworka poppln to liven
things up."
Nan nodded.
"Well, I'm afraid I do rail down on
flint," tho man said simply. "Besides,
tlila burg la no good placo for heroics
or grandstanding. It's a flourishing,
broad-minded well-protected town.
Thoy don't servo up Nihilists nud
Black Hnnd societies for cntnrprlmng
yuuug Don Quixotes. What's a fellow
to Io7"
MA newspaper man ought'
-10 set tho world auro?" ho sug
gested with Just a traco of bitterness.
"Yes," she laughed, "and put tho flro
oat.
"Who'd pay tho damages?"
"Oh, hiiHh, Martin. Thcro you go!
it's tho dumages, not tho story, you
think of, not what you might accom
plish. You're
But Martin Keith had lifted hid hat
with tho graco that was peculiarly his
own nnd was striding down tho neat,
whlto rath to tho gato.
In tho sunlight garden Nan was left
to tend hor pohIph nnd dream her
pleumint,. pretty dream alone. Sun
shlno had been a part of her llfo; en
Joyed, but scarcely appreciated.
Pleasnnt weather that miring was al
most a monotony, when it waH sud
denly a thing of tho past ,
Clouds, murk and gloom succeeded
day aftor day. Rain fell with tho
perslatcnco of rainfall when it docs
come iu a dry country. Tlio papers
began to anticipate trouble. Thcro
was rain farther West rain, rain.
Their own llttlo placo was compara
tively safo from flood, but Casson City
already waa seriously Inconvenienced
by high water. Somo of tho mall
trains wero derailed.
Tho Daw river crept steadily up aud
up. Tho big Molan bridge was built
to stay, but that part of tho town
which lay north of tho stream wus
nearly overflowed. Forty years of ex
perience with spring freshets had
given tho townspeople, coufldenco ami
only a few of tho moro timid ones took
flight.
Still tho water crept higher, Inch by
Inch, foot by foot, and nt last swept
completely over the north sldo. Still
up, and people began to carry their
furnlturo into tho second stories. Sure
ly, they argued, it had reached tho
limit. At tho end of tho fourth day of
susponso Its muddy rhn had slipped
out rely around tho depot at South
First street; another twonty-fuur
hourH and It blocked all traffic.
Help wus sent across tho big bridge
to people in worHo plight thun In tlio
main town. Policemen guarded tlio
passago to keep tho interested on
lookers out of the way and out of
danger. Men In boats took food In
aud took frightened children out.
Aud still the downpour continued.
Not bo much closo at hand, it was the
rain up tho river that wuu causing tho
rise. Kvery ono had been ordered out
of tho north aide. Somo couldn't, some
wouldn't tnko ndvautngo ot the warn
ing. Business was suspended. All
other Interest wus lost In tho flood
panic which seized upon tho town.
Poor llttlo, light-hearted Nan was in
agony. Sho was nafo enough, but
Martin Kolth was In the thick of
things. Hla work called him there, al
though Nan knuw well It waa not only
that. Kveu her own foolish words wero
not greatly to blajuc. It was tho man's
natural bout. People, needed help.
His work allowed and even sanction
ed his assistance, aud ho went about
the business ot risking his llfo to en
ter n shaking houso nnd lift out an
invalid as cheerfully as ho would
wrlto tho story afterward. Ho was
careful tu keep Nan pouted aud to
modify hor fears.
Tho great Meluu b rid go still held,
but tho wutor was up and over it,
eighteen foot hlghor than the oldest
Inhabitant ot the country could re
member, A group of men who hud been help
ing families ono way nud another
stood on tho bridge Thursday rooming
and watched anxlouBly upstream. Tho
cloudburst at Mlllurd had complicat
ed matters considerably. A mountain
ot debris had lodged against the rail
road crossing somo hundred yards
away and tho water tore and pounded
by, rushing with fresh force from tho
impediment.
Suddenly the steel span of tho rail
way trcutlo uwayed. There wbh a
thunder of reverberating iron. Ties
aud rails whirled into tho ulr and
crashed madly down upon tlio bridge
below. A long line of rails coming
head on struck ono stone pier end
wlso and forty feet or so of masonry
caved In. Four mon wcro caught In
tho trap and went down with thn ava
lanche. All who crossed to the north sldo
attrr'fuat nude It hand over huud on
the cublo and a basket, swinging diz
zily over the black water, slid back
and forth with provisions.
Buildings of brick or stono began to
crumplo up whore tho current was
strong, tho water pressure breaking
in the basement windows and the forco
-aim '
of Its released rush undermining the
walls. Frame structures shook and
toppled over, trapping wholo families
who had tempted futo by clinging
both figuratively and literally to their
rooftrces.
The flood of 1003 went into history
as unique in Its wuy. Floods In u dry
country usually are. For an inland
deluge it claimed an over amouut ot
suffering, llfo and heroism.
Nun hud long sluco forgotten tho
monotony of sunshluo and the tire
some placidity of Martin Keith. Keith
hud mudo his own mark during those
strenuous days. He had xuved a llfo
or two and helped with many more.
At tho end of tho tioublo Kolth
found hlmsolf with a medal und u
rulso In wages, but in tho meantime,
Just ut tho point whore hope wnu ut
most nbandoned for those In tho dan
ger district und serious inconveulenco
wus imminent for all, "tho ruin ceased
and the wators receded."
Keith even found time to visit Nan
nnd acquaint hor with numerous miiull
details ot tho disaster. They were t till
too busy discussing it to both or with
pcrsoual affairs.
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When the wont was rilOT
Keith was helping tho oifletri
movn a nuuratitlncd famllr froa
locution, hlu own turn canie. 1
In safety with a boatload of tfcelx
belongings, a Dig couomow
InniipnPil ut thn rood br the r
tho flood crashed down and tool
wllli It im 11 foil.
, They fished blra out brolfa &
sensible, and to all appeanww
,. ....nr..!... I,l fatnllv t'i
JUHH liumji"b , 1 ill
tho doctors weut about their tow
aud found Iilm still worm paic
A vory whlto piece of cuduiJ
looked wheu they had HbUW
i.i .... 1.1. mi n nnllmtiimuilta
Illlll, uui ma u.u wr - ,
aging. Ho stood the pettlnj w
dolcnco or his peopia ".
Ing, und a curious little IN
welcomed Nan when the cw
In 11 fr ti limn
"My lady Is served," he grttt!
"Ono perfectly goou nv.
dages and halo. Hut the ca-iller
ncss la petering out.
"Hush!" Nun begged, while
.. -i -.... i.nwufii close to bit.
tie luilgbt errantry SW5 a lonP
don't want a Hero. 1 w.uu.
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Heart Of Mine
By Annette Angcrt
KTCfelK!
fc:fcrASkfcJk--kfc I
Cjy2
DRAPKD tho happy
llttlo brido'a ell
until its lucy folds
fell softly und cur
ressingly over tho
lovely biitlu gown;
then I stood off and
surveyed her cru
Jcaly. Wo had boon
luughluK gully all
morning, but now a quietness hud
tnkon pobscislon of mo, which I could
not shako off.
"You'ro beautiful, Margaret dear
est," I exolulmcd. "I don't think I over
beforo realized how porfectly ladlant
a brldo could look. You'ro you'ro
very happy Peg, dearest?"
"Heaps and heaps happy, l)orotli
darling!" aud then wo promptly foil to
crying this llttlo slstor of mluo, tho
oungest of tho Hock -and I, tho old
est. Horo wero tears of an ineffable
Joy but mlno well, 1 couldn't havo
analyzed thorn, but they wero vory bit
ter aud very hcnitbi caking.
Yet It was 1 who conti oiled mvsolf
first. "Glrllo, jou inubtn't What will
Tom say to teo your oyoa lod?" Aud
though wo smiled tluough our tours,
thoro waa an ache In no heart which
I know would novor cease
Tom camo In, soon attoi, aud Jim
tho best man nnd after what seemed
to mo much noedless delay, wo arrived
at tho great cathedral. But though
my heart wus breaking then, It seemed
as though' it would burst after tho
bolonm und sacred coromou). ('hutch
weddings, though very beautiful aud
sjmbolle, aro also very trying when
ono isu't merely looking on. Every
body olso was gay, though; oven to
mothor, who kept up splendidly.
"Didn't Margaret look beautiful?" I
said to Jim, as wo wcro waiting for tho
wedding breakfast, simply because I
folt I had to say something, nnd thut
was tho first thing that camo into my
head T had gono out on tho piazza to
bo alone It wus very warm and Jim
had followed.
Wo both laughed, much to my re
lief; theu thcro wns a pause ouo ot
those clumsy ones when jou realize
you are standing awkwardly und that
your huuds seem abnormally largo.
"She did mako a charming bride,
didn't sho?" I put in again, hastily,
trying to mako safo conversation.
"Net halt so aweet as a certain llt
tlo girl I know could be." His strong
votco trembled a little, and then
"Dorothy won't you? You know
there Isn't anybody else in the world.
There novor can bo . , ,"
"No, I won't! So there!"
Smarting tears sprang to my ees. I
didn't mean to say that ut all, but my
tongue that unruly member was my
undoing, as so often before. I started
to flee, but Jim caught both my hands
in his und mudo me sit dowu on tho
secluded porch hammock.
"Dorothy," ho began, "flvo yoar3 ago
today I asked you something. You
tald 'no' then, but promised very gra
ciously to consider and let me ask you
ugaln,"
"Which you have dono regularly
and persistently every othor week," I
pouted.
"Not sluco six months ugo yester
day," ho corrected. Mon aro so accu
rate about dates. I'm not a bit,
therefore accuracy in anybody cUo
annoys me and I think annoyance
showed in my volco when I answeted,
"Well, I wob confident you had ohuug
ed your mind."
"You don't mean thut Dot, really?"
aud his face went white. "There's no
body else ia there?"
"Of course not. I have ray work and
my lectures and my books oh. I'm
vory happy."
"Dot, you'ro crying! That doesn't
look vory happy."
"It's a cinder," I fibbed.
"Perhaps, you don't realize it, Dor
othy Colemau," ho declared sternly.
Ignoring tho pretended cinder, "but
you aro going to marry me. I dou't
Intend to stand by and see you crying
like that without uavlgg the right to
comfort you"
"You play rather high-banded with
fate, don't you?" I Interrupted sar
castically. "Even if I havo to klduap you," ho
A4
W
Risrht
HAT can't bo said
can bo snug." This
was Polly's favorito
quotation. It had
been her fathor'a
also, and If wo ro
member rightly, Jl
wus hor grandfa
ther's, too. Each
generation seemed
tu find much truth
In this old adage.
Perhnps no ouo in all the throe gen
erations had any moro proof of its
truthfulness, than Polly, Had she not
known this saIng, she novor might
havo become Mrs Fred Weston. Fred
was vory bashful aud though ho had
Known Polly aiuco babyhood, ho pever
could get up enough courugo to toll
hor that she hud au "Angel Face," or
a "perfoctly melodious voice," or auy
such compllmonts that sho tecelved
from other )ouug men. She deserved
thenj, too, for she was the best singer
iu their choir aud ouo of the prettiest
girls lit the village, which uus fumed
for Jtq pretty girls.
Ono night Polly's fathor culled hor
from tho kitchen where she was put
ting uwny tho supper dishes.
"Polly," he said, "Your ma and 1 aro
going to Mrs. Thompson's whist par
ty, George has gono to Ellen's aud
you and Fred havo tho house to your
selves. If that 'Bashful Willie' of
yours does not pop tho question to
night I shall havo to tako matters into
my own hands."
Polly finished hor work In tho kltch
cu and weut to her room to dress. As
sho waa conilug dowu tho atulra the
boll tung and sho hasteued to admit
Fied, She ushered him into the par
lor and aftor a while she told htm
whero the folks had gone. A peculiar
look camo into his eyes. "Now he will
say it," she thought, but she was dis
appointed, for he simply walked to the
pluuo and started to play.
For two hours they talked and cans
alternately, yot Fied said nothing un
usual. He did not oven remark how
well alio did in tho play the night be
foio ut the church.
Polly glanced at the clock. Quurter
to 10, It said. For a desperate mo
ment she wished It was leap year. It
wa8 certainly an awful situation,
Fred more bashful than ever, father
coming home soon und leap year two
years away.
Her heart sank within her and she
3
knew if sho did nut leave the toom
she would surely cry.
"Fred." I am going to got my huud
kerchlef, be back in a mluute," she ruu
to her room und threw herself on tho
bed. She waa about to burst into a
torrent of tears, when clear and
sweet as the tones of au organ camo
the strain of Fred's baritone.
"All that I UBk is love.
All that I want is you,
Aud I Bwear by all the stars,
I'll bo forever true."
"All that I want to know,
All thut I crave above,
All that I want Iu this wide, wide
world,
AU that I ask of you Is love."
Polly laid her bauds on Fied a
shoulder and saug in hor aweet so
prano; "I give you all you ask,
All of my love I give.
And to you I will be true,
As long ob I shall lvo.
Yon have no need to fear,
I know no sweeter task,
All, all you crave, when you asked, I
gave
I give you all you ask,"
Half an hour later mother said as
she and father passed tho parlor win
dow, "John, everything is all right."
"How do you know, May," father
asked,
"Tho llcbt lu tho parlor is out."
Mother waa right
couiiuueu. "Will J0J Jf5
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c aimeu i,,u' v floief
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rect engagement flMrjW
and gazing at H wii"-"m.
inUch lovelier nWW
nor a ia uv--.,.
..nrkot every tlmo I w
pose to yon." ,
"Oh," a ih
SXi'ret and Tom c-
.Goodues.'' Wgjiw
.you two have been bottr.
breakfast alm"n,"c0 for K
searched every !', ,te
gympatneiiv.
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"Don't jou kn0.e. "m teV
Slrl alone when "te"rfcml to
Sniy makes her Wg n,hoBjb
are trying to be fe. CJJ
"Dot, darllnsest, c4 v
Margaret tenderly , ,
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