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We desire to wi.-h :\11 «sur readers a Merry Christmas.
21. 1916
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NO. 21
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Several of our customers are people we do not know by sight
W ith malice
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toward none we extend this wish of a Merry Christmas to everyone. May
though we have done business by mail with them for years.
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the glorious Christmas Pay bring joy and good cheer to every living soul.
believe we have given them satisfactory banking service and can
give you the same satisfaction.
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A Love Story.
By AGNE3 G. BROGAN
When father first spoke of bringing
the student to board I was glad. Any
new companionship seemed promising.
But when 1 considered that the stu
dent, being musicai, might uiso be the
possessor o f an uncertain temperament
my troubles appeared to be increasing.
One like father was bad enough in any
family, flying off on the slightest provo
cation into a fit o f temper or, in his
better moods, listening apparently
with an appreciative smile us one re
lated some personal in ident, only to
hud at its conclusion that his mind
had been c gaged with some, beloved
"score." Nora, tbe cook, was my only
comfort, and Nora bad not what one
m i.lit cull an “ understanding" mind.
Father told me his plan one evening
'vlth his ( ustomary tardiness. The stu
dent was to arrive fit 8 o'clock and
the south room to be prepared for bis
di. posal. lie was coming “ free" upon
condition o f exchanging secretary
work for lessons. This alone was a
recommendation to the student’s mu
sk a I ability. Father would receive no
pi nil without promise o f skill. Ex
citedly he named the young man as
“ his discovery." Erie K n o w »son's fu
ture. he said, was assured. So I went
to mother's picture about it. 1 have
a way o f going to mother’s picture in
all my joys and perplexities to receive
udrlee from its soft eyes.
You see.
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mother left tins world us 1 entered,
slipping out very silently before even
my baby arm should reach her.
“ Mother,” I sighed, “ if w e must have
another man in this house, oh, let us
hoi>e that he may be u sane one!” My
experience with men ended with fa
ther, and I fancied them nil like him.
Nora encouraged me in this belief.
“ They're all the very old devil,” she
said. And with her remark In my (jars
I ran Into the music room und Inci
dentally also Into the student. The
sudden encounter surprised film as
much ns It did me. H e had been re
moving his violin from its case, whis
tling softly.
His whistle stopped
abruptly. Then after we had stared
at each other awhile he bowed.
“ Eric Knowlson,” he explained.
“ Mercy!” 1 exclaimed rudely.
“I
should never have guessed it. Not the
violinist?"
“ The same.” he replied, "long hair
and soulful eyes missing |>erlmps.” lie
smiled. “ Bound to he a failure, then.
None o f the essentials."
“ I am Professor Ludlow's daugh
te r ” 1 stiffly reproved him. “ and will
show you to your room."
“ It is my turn to say 'Mercy!’ I nev
er should have guessed It.” the young
man remarked pleasantly. “ Your fa
ther has always spoken o f you ns ‘my
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daughter, Vue liousekeeper.’ "Naturally
I Imagined a staid, sensible appearing
sort of person. Again, none o f the es
sentials.”
Suddenly my smile answered his.
“ You shnll see,” I challenged.
So.
with free and merry chatter, we found
ourselves lu the short space before
dinner upon nstonishlngly friendly
terms. It was father’s forbidding pres
ence which cast formality over the
meal. Afterward, upon the top step o f
the stairs, I listened to their music,
father at the piano, the student with
his violin. And the sweet strains of
the Mistmment nt his charmed touch
caused even me, surfeited with music,
to linger. Into the “ Spring Song"
came a dominant, personal note, that
was suddenly a clear, compelling call.
Slowly I m ove« In answer down the
stairs, then paused perplexedly in the
(Concluded on last pnge.)
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