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Jflr H.i iiiK-ii. iSttjIMW ! A 1 m m 1A LUIALJ fAM Dy MRS. LOVCTT CAMERON ti$WVVVV?$V CHAPTER VIII. Continued..! Tho next week paused away aloljr. each ilar Deemed to bo double It own length. Kitten neither ate,' nor slept, nor poke She lived In a aort of dull dream, and did what the wm told. Hrlan Desmond went and came, backward and forward, from town to cottage. The funeral was to bo In I-ondon, the great naturalist was to be burled In Westmin ster Abbey. The uatlon wished It to bo o, and Kitten, when ah was asked, made no objection. Sho never even expressed a wish to CO up to London to sate one again upon tho dead face of her ather. Hrls.n marveled at this, for to most women "last looks," 'last days," a "last fan well" arc things which have n morbid fascination; but Kitten was above and beyond all this. Her father's face as the had last seen it in life, full of eager thought and bright with tho Intellect of his great mind, was a sufllclent mem ory to her. She did not wish to efface that pleasant Imago in her mind by any more painful vision of him. "If I could get him back," sho said to Hrlan, "I would walk barefoot from hero all tho war up to London to see him; but what Is tho good of my going to see what would not bo my Daddy at all, but only a sad shadow of what I have lost I" So she stayed at home by herself all day, In tho cottage with Its white drawn blinds, while tho choristers were sing ing solemn requiems In Westminster Abbey over the dead man whose funeral hundreds of great men came from miles away to attend. Outside, the July sun came hotly down In tho cottage garden, the bees mur mured drowsily as tbey burled them selves In tho brown bosoms of tho sun flowers, Tho dog lay stretched asleep In the sun on tho stone steps, the cat, curled up on the kitchen window sill, purred contentedly to herself; there were gossamer thicads spun across the lawn and the flutter of winged creatures through the bushes and among the trees. Kitten peeped out from behind the blinds, tho deathlike stillness of the house oppressed her; presently she stole out In her new crape Into the garden, breathing more freely and naturally when sho was under heaven's own blue once more. Her heavy, sable skirts brushed behind her across the grass as she walk ed she had nothing on her head, the sunshine came down upon her yellow hair and lit up the small, childish face that looked all the younger and wurter for the deep black of her garments. Kezlah saw her go with a groan. "She might have waited for an hour," Mid the old woman to herself, with Indignation, "then tho ceremony would have been over and I couM have drawn up the blinds all over the house. It's hardly decent for her to go out now, and there she goes with her new crape n-sweeplng all across the grass and gravel, with never a thought in her to pick It up out of the dust! Hut sue always was an ex travagant lass, with no thought to take care of her things." CHAPTER IX. Desmond was beginning to bo consld erably exercised In his mind. The prob lem concerning the late of hi ward teemed more Insoluble than ever. It was now nearly a fortnight since Professor Laybourne'a funeral, and he had been able to come to no conclusion whatever, as yet, about his daughter. He had gone down a great many times to the White Cottage, staying there, generally, not longer than twenty-four hours and then returning to London to look after her temporal Interest, Everything was now fairly In order. Kitten was not left a pauper; when all came to be settled It was found that her fortune amounted to about nine thousand pounds, which was left In trust to herself until she was twenty-one, or until the married, when It reverted entirely to herself. In these days, when be came down to the cottage, be was very pre-occupled and very silent. There was a hush In . the empty rooms, a perpetual gloom In the unllttered chamber where to lately tho naturalist's books and papers and Instruments were strewn about. And Kitten herself was silent. She moved about the house like a little white ttralth, with dark circles about her blue eye and a piteous droop of the rosy, childish mouth. Hut, little by little, as the days wore on, her youth began to reassert It self. It was on the occasion of one of bis brief, although frequent visits, that soon after hit arrival at the White Cottage a letter was brought to him. lie opened Jt and with tome surprise road these words: "Dear Sir At an old friend of the late Mr. Laybourne'a, I venture to write to you to ask you to come and call upon me, in order that we may consult a little concerning the future of bis daughter, In whom I take a sincere Interest. As a woman of a certain age anil of tome experience In life. I trust you will not think I am presumptuous In this offering to give you ray counsel the poor child's condition teems to me at present to be aomewhat melancholy. Perhaps If we were to talk it over together we might be able to arrive at tome conclusion con cerning her. Will you como and tee me at Krlerly Hall at 11 o'clock to-morrow morning? Perhaps It would be as well not to mention to your ward that I hare written to you. lours faithfully, "MARGARET aitANTLKV." A man who Is drlvon to hi wit's end by perplexity will, llko a drownliig one, catch at any straw that Is likely to aid hi in In lils need. Hrlan wrote briefly back by the messenger that he would wait upon Miss Grantley ut the appoint ed hour, Krlerly Hail, as he approached It In the morning sunshine, looked bright enough to please any man's taste the venerablo red-brick building slept warmly in the golden light, a belt of thick wood formed a dark, dreamy back ground to Its pointed gables and quaint twisted chimney. "You will not send her to school, then?" Miss Grantley atked, her face little bent forward and her auiet hands wr. I a f r- $ - $V&$V$$VVVVV& crossed upon her handsome brocaded gown. There Is a kindly smllo upon her lips. Hrlan thinks she Is a sweet, moth erly woman, moved by a real Interest for Kitten's welfare. "No; I do not think I can do that, Miss Grantley. I do not think my poor friend, her father, would have wished It; besides, Kitten Is both too old and too young for a fashionable boarding school. Sho would lis mhappy, and It would spoil her; the It so young and Iresh, and original." "What can they set In that Ignorant. Ill-brought up child?" thought Margaret Impatiently, but aloud sho murmured: "No doubt no doubtl Hut then, since jou say the relative you wrote to la un able to give her a home, what do you propose) to do?" "I have no plans. I am going abroad. I suppose I shall take her with me." "Alone! My dear Mr. Desmond, for give me for saying It, but It Is Impossi ble that you can travel abroad with Miss Laybournc not by herself." "Would the want a maid, do you mean?' "A maid that would go for nothing, a staid middle-aged governess or com panion, perhaps." "Good heavensl" exclaimed Hrlan. "what a terrlblo suggestion! You could not expect me to travel with a governess, Miss Grantley." "You cannot travel with that girl alone, Mr. Desmond," persisted Margar et firmly; "sho Is too young and too pretty." "I never thought of that;" ho leaned back In his chair and looked both per plexed and auuoycd. Margaret looked down at her lap and smoothed out tho folds of her brocade with thin whlto fingers, a llttlo smile stole Into her quiet, even-colored face. "Thero Is one Idea, but perhaps It has not occurred to you; perhaps I ought not to mention It." "Nay, pray do; I ahall be thankful In deed for any suggestion." For half a minute or so the was silent, still looking down at the silk she was smoothing out; her fingers shook a little too and her heart beat. Margaret Graut ley was actunly nervous. "Why don't you marry Kitten Lay bourne?" He was silent for very amazement. He could only sit still and stare at her for a few moments; he was absolutely speechless. Then he got up and slowly paced once up and down the room. "I hope you are not angry with me. Mr. Desmond t" tald Miss Grantley softly. "Angry! my dear Miss Grantley oh, no, certainly not but but I confess such an Idea has never occurred to me before and and It has taken my breath away," and he laughed a little. "There would be nothing wonderful In It, you know," she continued, encour aged because he did not seem to bo an noy ed; "she Is very young, but then you would have the pleasure of forming and training her, and she is pretty, ami the daughter of your old friend, and she ha. a little money, and altogether oh, no, It would not bo unsuitable at all." "I think," said Desmond, slowly, "that If you will forgive me, I will go away now. I think I should like to think It over n little by myself. You have been very kind and very straightforward with me, Miss Grantley, and I am deeply grateful to yet." And then be took his loave of her. "He will do It," said Manuret to her self, as she watched'hls tall figure walk quickly away down the lime-tree ave nue. "Ho bad never thought of It be fore, but now he will do it, and I shall get rid of that danger for Hoyl" As to urlan. he was walking away to ward the White Cottage with a rttf storm of confusion at his heart. "Why not? why not?" be said over and over again to himself, and be re called the golden summer week of his first visit to the Cottage, where he had wandered lorerliko with her through the fields, when ho hid told himself that If he choose he could wake the love light In the grave child eyes. "I could make her lore me!" he said to himself uow, with a certain exultation. And then across the watte of years that lay between, there came back the faint echo of words which long ago he himself had spoken. "I will never mar ry," he had tald once, and once more there came back to him the glow of an swering joy In those dark passionate eyes that he had once loved so well. He dashed away the memory with a frown. "All that Is over, why should I condemn myself to eternal sollcitudo for the sake of a past that has faded? And all these years six whole years and never a line! Heaven only knows If die Is eren alive. One can lore but once like that In a lifetime, but why should I not mako the best of what Is left to me? Oh, my Rosamond! nerer mine!" ho sighed, but the sigh ended In a smile, for he caught sight of Kitten looking out for him by the garden gats. CHAl'TKIt X. The days slipped away, and still Des mond said nothing to hit ward. Perhaps he dreaded and deferred the moment which wat to commit him forever to a course of action from which his heart recoiled. Perhaps ho only waltod with the faint and,fnrIoni hope that something would happen to doclilo his fate for him. And then one day, Kitten herself, with her own unconscious words, cust the die of her own future. Ho found her In her farorlto seat, be tween tho gnarled arms of tho cherry tree. The small black-robed figure sat colled up Just above the lerel of his head. Her hat had fallen to th'o ground, her farorlto poet was upon her knee, her gold-crowned head was drooped, her small whlto hands clasped upon the edge of the open page the studied. She was Intensely still a tort of warm si lence, tho soundless calm of an August afternoon surrounded her. An Insect hummed swiftly by, a leaf stirred upon the tre tboro her, or a distant bird ut tered L jalnt and tremulous note, but KItteu lttrtelf was tut absolutely motion- 1 less as though sho had no life In her, Ho came up qulto close to her itud spoko her name. "Kltteul" ho was certain that sho hud been qulto unaware of his nenr presence, and jet xho did not start nor move. Only her eyes Mushed up suddenly from her book, and fixed themselves gravely upon his fnco. ''Strange self-contained chlldl" ho said (u himself, "who could fathom her nature, or understand tho hidden workings of her mind!" "Kitten, your eyes remind mo of those of tho Holy Child In Itaphael'a picture at Dresden," ho said, speaking his thoughts nlmid; "they are Inscrutable, full of strange dreams and forebodings. Wlint nro you thinking about?" "I was thinking about Happiness," sho answered gravely. "Happiness! Happiness!" he repeated, "who can tell what It consists In? Your dear poet could not tell," he said, tap ping tho edge of her book lightly with his finger. "No." sho said reflectively. "Ho did not know, neither did Solomon, nor snv other wlso man or old. I have heard my Daddy say that not one of the sages or philosophers could detlno It." "And yet Kitten Layboume thinks sho wii ury aim solve tho mystery," ho aa d lightly. "I don't think you reallr euro to know." she said reproachfully, turning her face a little nwny from him. "Do I not? Try mo then I promise not to laugh at you, and what Is mure, If your notions of happiness nre to bo gratified by mortal man, 1 will endeavor to supply tho coveted article." "Will you? Will you really ?" she cried eagerly, and a bright color leaped un all over her fair, small face. "Ah I and you can you only can uow that mv uenr uailily Is gone It Is you only mio can prevent me Irani being unliap - Uy." "My dear little girl, what Is It that I can do for you? Why did you not tell mo before? You know that It Is my duty as well as my pleasure to mako you happy." llo was touched by her simple eager- ness-touched and remorseful, too. lu that In somo way he must have failed nlrofltlv tn lila l.it.l ....! k... "Why do you go away then?" she an- swered him quickly, lifting her pure. grare eyes up to his. "Aro you not my guardian, as If you were my father? Am I not your ward your child? Does a father leave his child? And you go away so often, so often; and when you are gone It Is llko death! Stay with me always, always; let tno be with you, and then I shall have happiness. 1 know of no other to wish for." A moment or two of Intense silence. He looks away from her face over the In.). -..,. .. . .1... - i - i. lush green of the garden a We. heavy- laden, boomed noisily by; the faint cry of a Cl i far awav In the v no brako the stillness. Years afterward he could lliwip tll. amitut. au.lli aM.I ft... tt'lt.l storm that raged at his own heart. And then a stwke. a little unsteadily ami un- iinau.n; "Come down from that tree. Kitten; how can I talk to you up there? Here. put your little foot Into my hand, S4, and give mo that hatetul book and Jump down " ..,,,., . ... , , ,, , ., . She obeyed him, springing lightly to the ground as he told her, and as she did so. the passion of the man's nature flashed Into life within hlm-he caught the light figure In his arms: the soft gold of her hair lay hhhi his arm; her sweet face rested against his breast, ami he held her close upon his heart. The sweet rapture of her presence filled him with a mad sense of joy and delight; he bent his face to press his lips upon hers, but with a sudden effort put her away from him again In ery maiillu he could not abuse her sweet Innocence and childish purity. "Child." he said, "there Is but one way In which you can be always with me. The world Is cold and hard and cruel, and In no other manner will It . a . acree to leave lis In psuce ugrther-my KlttMi rtir ffitrV- tfu-iu,. .ifill,1.ti'.u.iti put must be my own my wife. Do you un ......... ..., .-..,, . ........ ...., ,,. derstand me. Kitten?" (To be continued.) Hquurr. "Do you rctnombor Hint flro I bor rowed last year, old man?" "I certainly do. GoIiik to pay It?" "No, I want you to giro mo a re- celpt to show tlmt wc re square." "Hut wo'ro not square." "Hck purtlon. old man, but wo must t. iii.iii'f vim toll Kinltli Hint it ,..! bo. Dl. nt jou tell Smith tlmt It wan worth that much to find out tho kind of a inuii I am?" Detroit Tribune. I Nuturul TlioiiKlit. "This rnllk U warm, mnmmn," snl.I the city boy, tasting milk In tho coun- try for tho first time. "Yett, my son," replied tho parent; "I supnoso It 1b Just fresh from tho ,, ' "O. I thought thoy',1 mado tnlslnko nun put nut. n...ui .."..... ui nun in It!" Yonkers Statosmnii. Tlioae Iluaaluu Nuiiiea. mi.... i i i ..... ,. ,i illi-jr im.u S.-HUMI.I.-U u..., in inimu very prominent Ittisslun army eorjis poor clerk and married him. commnndors ni;aln." i "I will never forgive you, norer," hn "What's the now man's namo?" had tald to her, sternly, "not because "Go. Motif, I haven't mastered tho your husband Is poor, but becauso he Is namo of his predecessor yet," Clove. '"; land Plain Dealer A'"J ",e ,""1 ""?' ''f01"11'. I'rare ,anu '"'" IHn'r' trust In her young husband alas, hut to At the Heualmre. f1'"1 ,',or1 ",l":r'1 w,'f,lH I''ldietlc. The Ilolnjf from tho West, .Mm. Hrieso, nowlsilge broke her heart, and she dim), you imvii never before hoard the boom! "JJ'1 "." Zluu I'lZ tw i" t"' ins of the linak.n. I suppose?" bluer poverty! " ' "' "No, but belni,' from tho West, I Kdle rang tho bell of tho groat house lmvo board the breaking of the boom- with such violence tlmt it brought the ors many a time aud oft!" Clove- footmmi lu grout haste to tliu dour. land Lontlor. I "' lll,v" t,,""u '" H ' Wnele Italph," she suld, breilthlesHly, "I suppose he's I'.xiierleiico Uncovetcil. I In his study? Oh, you nowlu't thoiv mn "Do you know tho hoiihiiIIoii of bo- the way; I know It," ami she coolly run InK kicked by n nitiloV" by blm up tho poIMkhI stairway for "No I don't nml please don't try hn' ot,"r mother told her of every to show mo what It Is."-Cleveland noo.k, "I 7my ,'" U? " '' ,,0l,l'r' , I At tho fur end of "n gloomy room n t'c',uu firu glowed sleepily, and a groy-halrod No Itoom for Donlit. I man sat lu an armchair mntlouloss ho- Whlto Why do you think Rmltli f"re " ,,llle crl't " niy. looka upon mnrrlfiKo iih a fulluro? Ah hI, """""I " "o perceived that Grny-I heard him say not long nco u fn? v"" "' fa'l fl,", we,nr? U,"V"K lmt llo would never un tn Ik I,,i H"mu ,0(,k "I"'" ,iIh faco mnily lll'r '"l that Ho woiilil no, or go to tho penl- of ,lor )Ion(, mot1Cr, and. almost before tontlary for bigamy. ,,, knew ,ti ,, lm(, UIllf mlUilm HU t.uttt Hope. I chubby arms about his neck and klssud Knlcker So Honpekt Is koIiik to bllLclti'eV'., .,,,,, m.A fnr hrennh of nrnmiMo? , To say that Italph Morley was surprls- , i - v . f - , . Hocker-Yes; Mrs. II. onco promised noi u marry mm. now xoric nun. Itw I t$n i -il . . -f ifjjStetrS'i'ljC m ., wii mi -ta m resrwM m; sj r ir . W JM .! . . , A .SMMHfeiS mtrwmwiv v -" njarfl VW 7 Mjph Nf, Wm. ft Ms Along about Thanlaglvln' lime. wheH all , . . "e leaves re iiuwn, , A""' sll the fruit's l.cen picked ami sll the Thfre'S'sXrrThln-'lhW'tlMit term. t .. Hr your llot a tilt, Th"' l yu slid you're In the worM The ..!g tl,, U.'Jorl'Vlntm-'lL the e,er grocn'a siilillmr; iThfrf' K,nsr.r , '." ." ,"" M,,,, i Thai.k.gM,, lime, There's nnu-thln' wonderful shout the lee I rt llllll nlt.1 whlto A"HVtheTiyhrl,,,,e "" "", UM "P It's rrlss crtissnt l!i a hnmlml wars "Us , . streaks an.l veins ami Hurt, , 'lZ"nV .mM.' "'" "" And when jh l.rook It with josr heel jn , re-bln'i hardly tell " "jf, '""" "" JlM-' ' ll," ,llr,r Along about Tlisnktclrln' flme It seems Th ,rmlbn"- M "Mh .. .. , Th' JP?'t ' "' ,h" " "" And wIh-b It's -lear how cloar It l-the ,... . "' ''" '! ','" . Jtd almost I taluk ll blew through slfr .omrwboro tn m.i. it rtean Oh, when It'a nhlskls' trnug and free, U' iin wil s crime To not grt Mil a i I stir, Tttankigltls' time. alosf 'sssjf "' almost like s miracle tn tn, the flrrt To wnrL ,"',' mllw, , ttmU ilartlH' Trnm the aky. To hear them Imhihi-,. arlnt tb vshrt, 0o .."J.! ZTMZXr u ft, ahme.. Ami when lUrkiw.s eHirs ami lets the wind K iHurwtHflHir, It's like the awrrt old iHllablra imr mother , tA ,Be, Ahsg slmat ThsHk.gljrli.' time thrro a Thst s' Zi t Mb rX I'hrl.k ami strong, that kind t rrfmin n.ur hair Vbu '"', " r fr ibe amrwa you know yM-fll!It afMM nfay7l.ag Ihsfa w.lkln 'rouml on fret, Ami laokln' at It any way, the e.J earth a ai,), "T.il (.row slon: shout TbsuWItlu' time. B. K. Klr. la I'hlrag lleeord Herald. EDIE'S MISSION. "Susie, to-morrow's Thanksgiving." Lower over her sewing drooped the ffntiluM liMJVal at ml n ( aus a ttaiutJa.1 I. ,.m wnn-i Hiniii ssjitii ivwt iirmutni if it nil trr),,h he ,B,n.,rwi. .... "v liar 11?" "Aren't wu going to hsre Thanksgiv ing?" continued the child, "a little bit of a Thanksgiving, Susie? Hew mean Unci Italph Is to let you work u when " "Hush, Kdinl you must not talk thus. Uncle Italph is rvrr kind In letting its have this cottage rent fres, otherwise my needle would not support us." Hut llttlo Kills could not help thinking of the great grim house upon thn hill, "" i",t Kn" ""' """ ""V" '' ""N"1' nl" ,MK,r "'"ton. She thought , , ,, p0 nt(.Bly , ,t ,,,, , ,t ,j,fnic r.0IutIon entered her curly head. "I'll go and see him and tell him nil ,!, (,, ao w! ym not afrn(, uf blm If he Is big and grim and cross." Ami without Hiuliig to eouahler the doutitful iiudertaklug, away she went In ,he direction of the stately mansion dark "'' ,,,M""J; whk'Jl wn; "; ,'"l" ot misanthropic uncle, who from being one g. "j-r"!1 S!?. Kiiuior talil tor two nsiMons because hi betrothe.1, beautiful Nolllo Clyde, had ilesertml liliii for Iter Herman music teacher, and because his petti.il, MiiIIzmI -- .-..."...." ,.....,.,. ,, rollll2 ,twr ., f . ,, ed but weakly expresses it; he was thun- dt.rHtruck, and gazed down In tho dim- pd llttl face In mute amaremtnt. "Kille, lltlls l-Mlnl" lio cried; "Is It little Kills, n chlhl again, and coins hack to me?" "Yes," said the child, rllnglng about his neck; "I was mamma's II t tin K.llo, and I will hs yours If you will let me," Then he comprehended. It was tint his own llttlo sister, but It was her child; It wsa her gentle, luring spirit speaking to him through her. Ami his hard heart became tender, as hn folded tho child to his brent and bowed his head upon the soft, fair curia and wept. Susie wearily wending her way limns word. Hiiiierliig how best In eipoml llio small elmnge which she dared spam for a Thanksgiving dinner, waa overtaken by Karl Schilling, her own true lore. "Oh. Susie!" he cried, breathlessly, "whatilo you think lis happened? Look! here Is an Invitation tn lllenk lull, from my employer, requesting the presence of my mother aud mraelf at his Thanks giving dinner to-morrow. What Is the world coming to?" "I'm sure I dnti'l know," amlled Husle. "Undo Italph U no iloiibt beginning to appreelste ou, Karl. "Hut he was that cross this morning, hn resembled an Irloln more than nor thing else. There must ho sniun mis take." "No," said Husle. gravely; "It Is a very kind Imitation, and you must accept It." "Oh, errlalnlyi but how rry aurprls lug. What will mother aay? Our path dlrlde hers. Susie, to, for the present I will aay good-night." Ills mother surprised! If she was, she betrayed It only by a su.lileii par. ness, then a alight color, and placing her IhiivmI head In her hand akn sobbed softly. A HANOI UL Of The folihlfr grows rnliind, Ami we tb.iut "lluirsyl" Ami hurl our hat Or hlt-h thrleal Ami rmup ami f.lak ami pity, AihI atgh, by smlilrH raiHur ttandl "AUrk, a well a ilsrl'' While thHs we flip. ., Flap o'er th aamt Ami sally skip Jnji aaratiamt. - Wn watch him sorrait hi tall Aa nu h prowilljr ilrols, Anil rn him imfTeil Ami erlsn ami siudnl . With dread ami sage ami HHt, Till we would nil Ike fork ImptT III rbolreat Juley euts ; While I-' Iter's breJ t ' rill us a algn With argoslr (If gnlilrn pie. Oh, bird of rare renown I Susie, hasleillllg homeward. hfaHslU Ir of superb horses and an sssEsnl Sai ige at their humble door, and Isfile, th bright, eager face, cams founding pair rlag with to meet her. "Oh, Siislo! I've been to seal If llalph, aud oh! ho hires uie he u truly, and you, Iihi, nn.l- ami ye yeu'fni como with mn In the esrrisgs, yi kmtv, to his housn; he said so, nnd-,fit 4it me ufter you." ' "Arn you mad, IMIe?" eislalmed the Incredulous elder slater. , "No, no; get In, right away d gt In," coiiimaudeil tlin eiclted thlkl, aH ns ouo In n dream Susie Groeu tlluwkil herself to lis asslatixl Into thn arrl. "I went to sea Uncle llalph, ami ' I kissed him, and ho kissed mo, and oalkul mo 'his little 1110,' and and 1 loUJ i)ii nil nbout our lisrd times, and about that pain in your sum, ami nliut K.rl $ i mn iiiriiiiu iiioiuiT, now you Mvnd ofl, other, anil nil, Uncle Halpti tb v, with io nvii iii ins unuis alter this, si he would take pro of us." "It Is it fairy dream. Mdln." "No It Isn't olther; It's truu; am) Uteri) Is Undo Italph on tliw steps t wait in us." r It was no dream. Siislo realised L forcibly when tho grave, nt-rn matt catiJlM quickly forward nml look her gsnllr tt his arms and klssod her tenderly, ami in n husky voice hade hur "nuleoiu hoinei" Such a dliiuvr us was ordered! Hutfh light, and warmth, and beauty, as nLl tho mansion througlioiitl Kdi wg ecstasies and danced hither iihi ihljMsr llko a stray sunbeam. Hur hmdy nfiw iii mm iiiuiiir nnppcrs lllirUSNMi ant nonoj sho enjoyed thorn ninoiii; tlfs rtta cr good things that had befallen Uttetu Hut Siislo protostod feebly, 1 "Indeed, Undo llalph, you are mprs than klnil. mnro limn ... ..... i 1 1 ever repay you?" ' AfssmmmmMmsmu-1 -is, WwtejBNwfflrWlmMWiSw till . " ' 3 1 C2 x-2 "Ily forgiving my former cruelty ami luring iim a little, nml i curing thn pretty things your maid lias aeleuled, It will plcitao mw In litivo iiii wear them," And when Muslo entered the parlor lit her lotely trailing lililo satin, Kills sprung from her iiuclu's anus with a lit tie cry of rupture, "Oh! how lieitullful you are. Husln!" Thn aoiiinl of carrlsgn wheels hern ill verled her sttvullou, "It la Karl" aht cried, running to tho window. Yaa, It was Karl, and I he surprise li fnlt Upon meeting Ills betrothed, rohrit llko a princess, In her lutein's parlor. Increased when he presented hi pale, lovely mother to his rinployer. "My mother. Mr. Morley," hn began, then paused, for a glanrn at his employ er's white, agitated face: and Ills moth er' ilonncsSI slid softly-flushed, (nlil llllll Ihry had met before. "Nellie! Nellie Clyde!" "Ye." ahn answered, auflly. "Nrll Clyde Schilling, s widow, old and (mar. lo whom ynu sent an Inrllallon to a Thanksgiving dinner." "Nellie!" he repeated, eagerly, "you would not have come to mock mn In my olltmln and loHeliness, unless unless the ms I was to be forgotten! Shall It not he n It wa. twenty jnar ago?" " I id tint aiipfMMe ytiu would fpol thus, at this lain day," nn said. In eon fusion. "1 only thought wo might l. frUnds Hnea'mofe." "And we will," he cried, "thn nrr best friend thn world ha ever known Oh, what a Thsnksglrlng you brought mn, tlttls ldle!"-The llesrlhslolie. The 7liNiikktlvliiit lr Npirlt. Ilelter la a dlllNrr of herb where lorn I thsu a tsllnl in and hatred there with And thst applies lo thn Thank 1UHKI.Y TIIOUGIIIS. That make th eatl lk To til Ibtinla I.U intN i-enl. Tow' i creator wIsjn tho ek, Whn kiww JimI haw la 4 ;wt brawn. Akxt kiww It like a lowk, Make mt In tit A rsMtr1 ilrram A rmiHns Of msis si! Kail at'rr ftm. With fowl, Th knife ami fork rlathl Ami first we'll knhl VtMl hot, IboM estM, Ami taler In that bosh Whlt-h wbUks the whl.ktrs tt th seowli Of Mfow k a Hash; WWII, hamt la Imms We sliib and iswfi la fairy Ism! lieseatN the It. K llNkkUlriek, la Hvmlay Magtilae giving dinner as well a to any other feast. N. riHlly or skillfully prepared land can make up for thn lark of that genial slWilc.n ami .rwipath- WHrH n all understand through aympathy, but which Is o dlWrull t diwrlbe Whlls you esimot rxIwHlporlsn Ihl aniillmnlil, you rsn avoid doing the things thai pre vent It from listing fre play. Thorn is a sosmiii f()r everything; and tho ssasoii for Iho.ii truthful remarks or jMstlflahlo aellous that might provoks rtawitiHniit ami III feeling Is not on such a day as Thankaglrlng. It remarka We Imw much the eoldues. In.llfTernnc. rallure to enter Into iho spirit of sn occasion may do In sxi It w,ole al inosphero and to make thn feast a dismal fslluro, hatever else yu nro nu Iheao high festivals nt homo. ,l., n..i t. . hliii Joy." Do not suffer your prldo or van ity, or even your desire lo lead others to -impi coursos timt you regard as best rr thsiu, make you Indifferent or iiiisym pthetle to thn mood of tho hour. Thero aro many (h-cssIoii nn,i 'i'i,n,,i...,Lri,.,r Lilay Is one of tlmm, Um our highest " io not in tiuHMe ur piiiisi'lencrs JUmiii other eoie, hut lo contribute t' Hie eoniiuon stock of happliiemi nml sym-psthy.-Tho WHlchnmii. Hoinewlml or it I)ninMinor. Mrs, Jlnipwm Jnat ten what mother has sent ns-n lovely big turkey for our Thanksgiving dlunerl It caiua by ex press this morning. .Iliiipsoii (Joyftil7)-nCM j,nr nwirl Tint's just llko her! Mrs. Jlmpson 'And alio sent a noto m 'Inif thu would be hero to help us ' It. (Inipson (not qulto so Joyfully) Tho iihkensl That's Just Ilka Ur, tool Nw Yotk Twits.