The Doetor’S dilemma
"By Hesba Stretton
CHAPTER VI.—(Continued.)
We walked home together. We had a
good deal to talk of during the evening,
and sat tip late. It was midnight before
1 found myself alone In my own room.
I had half forgotten the crumpled paper
In my waistcoat pocket, but now 1
smoothed it out before me ami pondered
over every word. No, there could not be
a doubt that it referred to Mias OUivier.
Why should she have strayed from
home? That was the question. What
possible reason could there have la eit,
strong enough to impel a young and deli­
cately nurtured girl to run all the risks
and dangers of a Hight alone uud unpro­
tected ?
What ought I to do with this adver­
tisement, thrust, as it would seem, pur- i 1
posely under my notice? What was I to
do with the clue? I might communicate
at once with Messrs. Scott an I Brown,
giving them the information they had ad­
vertised for six months before. 1 might
sell my knowledge of Miss Ollivier for
fifty pounds. In doing so I might render
her a great service, by restoring her to
her proper sphere in society. But the
recollection of Tardif's description of her
as looking terrified and hunted recurred
vividly to me. The advertisement put
her age as twenty one. I should not
have Judged her so old myself, especially
since her Imir had been cut short. 1 was
not prepared to deliver her up until 1
knew something more of both sides of
the question.
Settled—that It I could see Messrs.
Scott and Brown and learn something
about Miss (Jllivier's friends, I might be
then able to decide whether I would be­
tray her to them; but I would not write.
Also, that I must see her again first, and
once more urge her to have confidence
In me. If she would trust mo with her
secret, I would be as true to her as a
friend as I meant to be true to Julia.
Iluving come to these conclusions, 1
cut the advertisement carefully out of
the crumpled paper, and placed it in my
pocketbook with portraits of my mother
and Julia. Here were mementoes of the
three women I cared most for in the
world my mother first, Julia second, ami
my mysterious patient third.
"We must take care you are not lame,"
I said. “You must promise me not to
set your foot on the ground, or In any
way rest your weight upon it, till I give
you leave.”
“That means that you will have to
come to see me again,” she said; “is it
not very difficult to come over from
Guernsey ?"
"Not at all," I answered, “it Is quite
a treat to me.”
Iler face grew very grave, as if she
was thinking of some unpleasant topic.
She looked at tne earnestly and ques-
tioningly.
"May I speak to you with great plain­
ness, Dr. Martin?" she asked.
“Speak precisely what is in your mind
at this mommt,” I replied.
“You are very, very good to me,” she
said, holding out her hand to me, "but
I do not want you to come more often
than is quite necessary, because I am
very poor. If I were rich,” sho went
on hurriedly, "I should like you to come
every day—it is so pleasant—but I can
never pay you sufficiently for that long
week you were here. So please do not
visit me oftener than is quite necessary.”
My face felt hot, but I scarcely knew
what to say. I bungled out an answer.
“I would not take any money from
you, and I shall come to see you as
often as I can.”
“You are not offended with me, Dr.
Martin?” she asked, in a pleading tone.
"No," I answered; “but you are mis­
taken in* supposing a medical man has no
love for his profession apart from its
profits. To see that your arm gets prop­
erly well is part of my duty, and I shall
CHAPTER VII.
I was neither in good spiritis nor in
good temper during the next few days.
My mother and Julia appeared astonish­
ed at this, for I was not ordinarily as
tom by and fractious as I showed myself
immediately after my sojourn in Sark.
I was ashamed of it myself. The new
house, which occupied their time and
thoughts so agreeably, worried me as
it had uot done before. 1 made every
possible excuse not to be sent to it, or
taken to It, several times a day.
It wns positively necessary that 1
should run over to Sark this week—I had
given my word to Miss Ollivier that I
would do so—but 1 dared not mention
"HALF
such a project at home. My mother and
Julia would be up in arms at the first
fulfill it without any thought of whether
syllable 1 uttered.
What If I could do two patients good I shall get paid for it or no.”
“Now," she said, "I must let you know
at one stroke kill two birds with one
stone? Captain Carey had a pretty little how poor 1 am. Will you please tofetch
yacht lying idle iu St. Sampson's har­ me my box out of my room?”
I was only too glad to obey her. This
bor, and a day's cruising would do him
all the good in the world. Why should seemed to be an opening to a complete
he not curry me over to Sark, when I confidence between us. Now I came to
could visit my other patient, and nobody think of it, fortune had favored me in
thus throwing us together alone.
be made miserable by the trip?
I lifted the small, light box very easily
"1 will make you up some of your old
medicine,” I said, “but I Strongly rec­ —there could not be many treasures in
ommend you to have n day out on the it nud carried It back to her. She took
water; syven or eight hours at any rate. a key out of her pocket and unloeksd it
If the weather keeps as fine ns it is now. with some difficulty, but she could not
raise the lid without my help. 1 took
it will do you a world of good.”
care not to offer any assistance until she
"It is so dreary alone," he objected.
"If I could manage it," I aaid, delib­ asked it.
erating, “I should be glad to have a day I Yea, there were very few possessions
ill that light trunk, but the first glance
with you.”
"Ah! if you could do that!" he replied showed me a blue silk dress aud sealskin
jacket ami hat. 1 lifted them out for
eagerly.
' 1'11 see about it,” I said. "Should you her, and after them a pair of velvet slip
pers, soiled, as if they had been through
mind where you sailed to?"
“Not at all, not at all, my boy," he . muddy roads. I did not utter a remark.
answered, "so that I get your company. Beneath these lay a handsome watch aad
You ahull I h * skipper or lie nismuu, or chain, a tine diamond ring and five sover­
eigns lying loose in the box.
both, if you like."
“That is all the money I have in the
"Well, then, I replied, “you might take
me over to the Havre Gosselin, to see world," she said sadly.
I laid the five sovereigns in her small
how my patient's broken arm is going on.
It's a bore there being uo resident med white hand, and she turned them over,
one after another, with a pitiful look on
leal uiau (here at this moment.”
The ruu over was all that we could ; her face. I felt ¿oolish enough to cry
wish. The cockle-shell of a boat be- i over them myself.
longing to the yacht bore me to the foot I "Dr. Martin,” was her unexpected
of the ladder hanging down the rock a( question after a long pause, "do you
Havre Gosselin.
A tery few minutes know what became of my hair?"
"Why?” I asked, looking at her fin­
took me to the top of the cliff, and there
lay the little thatched nest-like home of gers running through the short curls we
my patient. 1 hastened forward eagerly. ha<l left her.
"Because that ought to be sold for
All wns silent as I crossed the atony
causewiiy of the yard. Not a fact* looked ' something," she said. "I am almost glad
out from door or window Mam'aelle's you bad it cut off. My hairdresser told
casement stood a little way open, and mo once he would give five guineas for a
the breeao played with the curtains, flat head of hair like mine, it was so long,
Five
tering them like banners in a procession. , aud the color was uncommon.
1 dared not try to look in. The house guineas would not be half enough to pay
door was ajar, and I approached it can- I you, though, I know."
tiously. "Thank heaven!" I cried within ' She spoke so simply and quietly that I
myself as I gased eagerly into the cot- J did not attempt to remonstrate with her
about her anxiety to pay me.
tage.
She was lying there npon the fern bed. I “Tardif has it," I said; "but of course
half asleep, her head fallen back upon ho will give It you back again. Shall I
the pillow, aud the book she had been . sell It for you, inani'xelle?"
“Oh. that is just what I could not ask
reading dropped from her hand. The
whole interior of the cottage formed a you!” she exclaimed. “You see there ia
picture. The old furniture of oak. the I no one to buy it here, and I hope it may
neutral tints of the wall and celling, and be a long time before 1 go away. 1 don't
the deep tone of her greeu dress threw know, though, that depends upon wheth­
out into strong relief the graceful shin- | er I cau dispose of my things. There is
my sealskin, it cost twenty five guineas
Ing head and pale face.
1 suppose she liwsra« subtly conscious, 1 last year, and it ought to be worth some
as woman always are, that somebody's thing. And my watch see what a nice
eyes were tiled upon her, for she awoke oue it io. I should like to sell them all,
fully aud looked up as I lingered on the every eno Then I could stay here as
door sill.
long as the money lasted."
"Oh. Dr. Martin!" she cries!, “I am so
"How much do you pay hero?" I Inquir
glad I"
od. for she had takeu me so fsr into
"I am come to see how my work is giv­ counsel that I felt justified in asking
ing on," I said. "How in the arm. first that question.
of alir
"A pound a week," she answered.
I almost wished that mother Renouf or
"A pound a week!” 1 repeated. In
Rnsanne Tardif had been at hand. Hut amaaemeut. "Doos Tardif know that?"
Mlaa Ollivier seeinesl perfectly composed,
“I don't think ho does," she sold.
as much so as a child She looked like "When I had been here a week I gave
one with her cropped head of hair, and Mrs. Tardif a sovereign, thinking per
frank, open fare. My own momentary haps she would give mo a little out of It.
embarraaament pass«,! away. The arm I am not used to being poor, and 1 did
was going on all right, and so was moth­ not know how much I ought to pay. But
er Keeouf'a charge, the apraiaod ankle.
she hept it all, and cams to ms svsry
week for mors. Was it too much to
pay?”
“Too much!” I said. “You should have
spoken to Tardif about it, my poor child.”
“I conld not talk to Tardif about his
mother," she answered.
"Besides, it
would not have been too mocb, if I had
only had plenty. But it has made me so
anxious. I did not know whatever I
shsald do when it was all gene. I do not
know now.”
Here was a capital opening for a ques­
tion about her friends.
"You will be compelled to communi­
cate with your family," I said. “Yon
have told me bow poo. you are; cannot
you trust me about your friends?”
“I have no friends," she answered sor­
rowfully. "If I bad any. do you suppose
I should be here?”
“I am one,” I said, “and Tardif is an­
other.”
“Ah, new friends,” abe replied; “but 1
moan real old friends who hare known
you all your life, like your mother, Dr.
Martin, or your cousin Julia. I want
samebody to go to who knows all about
ms. and say to them, after telling them
everything, keeping nothing back at all,
‘Have I done right? What else ought I
to have done?’ No new friend could an­
swer questions like those.”
Was there any reason I could bring
forward to increase her confl lence in
me? I thought there was, and her friend­
lessness and helplessness touched me to
the core of my heart. Yet it was with an
Indefinable reluctance that I brought for­
ward my argument.
"Miss Ollivier,” I said, “I have no
claim of old acquaintance or friendship,
yet it is possible I might answer those
questions, if you conld prevail upon your­
self to tell me the circumstances of your
former life. In a tew weeks I shall be in
a position to show yon more friendship
than I con do now. I shall hare a home
of my own, and a wife, who will be your
friend more fittingly, perhaps, than my­
self.”
“I knew it," she answered, half shyly.
"Tardif told me you were going to mar­
ry your cousin Julia.”
Just then we heard the foldyard gate
swing to behind some one who was com­
ing to the house.
It was an immense relief to see only
Tardif's tall figure crossing the yard
cult to abbreviate Julia; Ja, I had called
her in my rudest schoolboy days. I won­
dered how high Olivia would stand be­
side me; for I had never seen her on her
feet. Julia was aot two inches shorter
than myself; a tall, atiff figure, neither
slender enough to be lissome, nor well-
proportioned enough to be majestic. But
she was very good, uud her pries was far
above rubies.
I visited Sark again in about ten days,
to aet Olivia free from my embargo upon
her walking. I allowed her to walk a lit­
tle way along a smooth meadow path,
leaning on my arm; and I found that she
was a head lower than myself—a beau­
tiful height for a woman. That time
Captain Carey had set me down st the
Havre Gosselin, appointing to meet at
the Creux harbor, which wns exactly on
the oppoeite side of the island. In cross­
ing over to it—a distance of rather more
than a mile—I encountered Julia'a
friends, Emma and Maria Brouard.
"You here again, Martin!” exclaimed
Emma.
“Yes,” I answered; "Captain Carey set
ma down at the Havre Gosselin, and is
gone round to meet me at the Creux.”
“You have been to see that young per­
son?” asked Maria.
“Yes,” I replied.
“She is a very singular young woman,”
she continued; “we think her stupid. We
cannot make anything of her. But there
is no doubt poor Tardif means to marry
her.”
“Nonsense!" I ejaculated hotly; “I beg
your pardon, Maria, bnt I give Tardif
credit for sense enough to know his owu
position.”
I bad half an hour to wait in the little
harbor, Its great cliffs rising all nbout
me, with only a tunnel bored through
them to form an entrance to the green
island witbin. My rage had partly fum­
ed itself away before the yacht came in
sight.
(To be continued.)
I
BOUGHT HIM A PLAYMATE.
The Bradley Martins are rich New
Yorkers who have practically deserted
America. Mrs. Martin's daughter Is
married to the Earl of Craven, aud
their son is Viscount L’ffington. Vis­
count Uttiugton was playlug in the Parc
Monceau, in Paris, when be became
very friendly with a little ragged l>oy
named Pierre Boutllller.
When the
nurse wanted to take Lord L’ffington
home he yelled loudly: “I want that
Finally his grandmother, Mrs.
8Merrill Street, Amesbury, Mass,
lottar »hould oarry Faith
and Oonvlotlon to the Hoar tu
of all Sick Women.
flbfe
“ I Buffered with inflammation and
falling of the womb and other dis­
agreeable female weaknesses. I had
bad spells every two weeks that would
last from eight to ten days anti would
have to g' -o to bed. I also had head-
•cuc
ache and backache most of the time
and such bearing down pains I could
hardly walk across the room at times.
I doctored nearly all the time for
about two years and seemed to grow
worse all the time until last September
I was obliged to take my bed, and the
doctors thought an operation was the
only thing that would help me, but
this I refused to have done.
“Then a friend advised ma to try the
Pinkham medicine, which I did, and
after using the first bottle I began to
improve. I took in all ive bottles of
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Blood Purifier,
four boxes of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Dry
Form Compound, three boxes of Liver
Pills and used three packages of Sana­
tive Wash, and I am as well now as I
ever was, 1 am more than thankful
every day for my cure.” — M rs . F rank
C a BTEB, 3 Merrill St., Amesbury, Mass,
VISCOUNT UFF1NOTON.
Bradley Martin, was called In, and she
said that if he wanted the boy he must
have him. She then bought the lad of
his mother. The poor boy now wears
THEY GOT BISMARCK'S CONSENT the same sort of clothes as his lordship,
plays with him on equal terms, and has
But It Was fxpre.wd in Language all the toys he can ask for, and is gen­
Altogether Unconventional.
erally having a royal time.
The deference of the English royal
family to the opinions of their German PHILADELPHIA MILLIONAIRES.
cousins was never better hit off than
by a story which comes from one of the Quaker City Claims 140, Whose Posses-
«ions Amount to #8 >0,000,000.
ftNflOn •r,n *•
If IM"
royal household, who told it to tbe
fa
amu
in, taetltno-
If the city of Penn were to start a
writer.
tjrSla £. Pinkham Madldna O°*.
Philadelphia millionaire's club, the;e
When Lord Archibald Campbell was
would be eligible for membership la
Let the Old Man Settle.
about to be engaged to Miss Janet Cal-
this extraord nary organization 117 men
Dr. Curem—But I don’s see why you
lender, whom he eventually married, he
and twenty-three women. In other will not pay my bill. You said I had
dutifully went to his father for his ap­
words, 140 men and women in this made a new man of you.
proval. "Delighted, I’m sure," said the
plneid Quaker city own more than $1,- I Mr. Gooph—That’s just it, doctor. It
Duke of Argyll. "She Is In every way
000,000 apiece. Some, of course, own was the old man who ordered the work
desirable. Has money, good looks, considerably more.
done, and he ought to pay for it.
brains, accomplishments.
But—er—
The richest man in this Philadelphia
perhaps you had better let me speak
Holding Him Guiltless.
millionaire’s club is William We’ght-
to I-orne. He may think the Princess
He—Have not all my actions shown
man. He is said to be worth some-
has a right to be consulted.”
where between $75,000,000 and $100,- you that I love you?
Recognizing the responsibility of
She—I’m sure I don’t know, Papa
00,000—the slight difference of $25.000,-
says you are not answerable for your
having a royal highness for a sister-in-
000 one way or the other not appearing actions.—Harper's Bazar.
law, I.ord Archie "waited.”
Lord
to worry Mr. Weightman. Mr. Weight­
Lome, on being told of the proposed
man made bis money in war times. He
Queer Japanese Custom
alliance, wTas agreeable to the young
sold quinine pills to the Government.
lady as far ns he was concerned, but
At the birth of a Japanes baby a
Ills wealth is of the solid sort—real tree Is planted that must remain un­
thought It only right that the Princess
estate. He is said to own more real touched until the marriage of the
should be consulted as to who should
estate than any other man in Philadel­ child. When the nuptial hour arrives
enter the family. Now her royal high­
phia, and, luckily, to have selected the tree is cut down and the wood is
ness in her frank, impulsive way said:
property which is now in the very heart transformed into furniture.
"If Archie likes her, she suits me
of the business district.
down to the ground. She Is handsome
A Good Enough Way for Him.
John Wauamaker comes next in the
and clever, and has strong opinions of
list of real estate holdings, and is said
“
I
wouldn
’t cry like that, my little
her own. All the same I think I must
to be worth about $10,000,000. Most of man." Well, you can cry any way you
speak to the Queen first.”
the members of this exclusive million­ want to; this is my way,”
Which she did. Victoria not only re­
aire coterie believe in real estate, but
membered Mies Callender's presenta­
How He Did It.
William Weightman and John Wana­
tion at court, but graciously approved
maker have gobbled up tbe choicest
Moses
—
How
did you make your for­
of the match, saying:
tune?
bits in Philadelphia.
"However, Louise, I think I ought to
Levi—By horse racing.
The richest woman in town is Mrs.
consult my German cousins first.”
Moses—Not betting?
Sarah Van Rensselaer. She was a
And the Queen wrote to Germany.
Levi—No. I started a pawnshop just
Drexel, married John It. Fell, and at
The Kaiser remembered meeting Miss
Ills death became Mrs. Alexander Van outside the race course for the people
Callender and replied to the Queen ap­
who wanted to get home when the
Rensselaer. Her wealth is estimated at races were over.
provingly, adding, “But I will leave
$ 12,000,000.— Philadelphia Press.
this letter open for a last word, for I
He Conldn't Connect.
should not care to speak finally until ROSTAND’S SISTER
Mrs. Handout—I think a little water
I had consulted Bismarck.”
LIVES IN WASHINGTON. would do you good.
The Kaiser found Bismarck taking
Hardened Hobbs—So do I. mum. But
his ease with rye bread, sausage, beer,
Mme. de Margerie, the briliant and folks ain't giving away Amalgamated
and a long pipe, and told him of the beautiful sister of
Edmond Rostand, Steel Stock, not much.”
mighty alliance In prospective, When the author of "Cyrano de Bergerac”
the Emperor had finished Bismarck
The Intricacies of It.
and
“L'Aiglon,”
took his long pip»» out of his mouth and
has taken up her
"Why
didn't
you study the time table
replied:
residence in Wash­ and then you would not have missed
"Me? Oh, I tion't care a d—
your train?"
ington. Her bus-
“That was the trouble. While I was
1 nrned Down.
f band. M. de Mar-
“It Is true," said Miss Welloph, “that
I gerie. one of the trying to traslate the time table the
train pulled out."
I have a fair income, but 1 have to be
most
promising I
careful of It.”
young diplomats iu I
Tiresome.
"Don’t you think," said Mr. Forchen-
the service of
“
I
’
m
so
tired,
” she sighed to the wo­
Hunt, "that It would be well to marry
France, is first sec­ I man next door.
someone who would help you to take—”
retary
of the' “What doing?”
"Pardon me." she interrupted, “but
French Embassy I "I’ve been the last four hours at the
Pin not prepared to 'husband my re­
in Washington.
photographer’s having an instantane­
sources’ iu that way.”—Philadelphia
Mme. de Mar­ ous picture of the baby taken.”
Press.
gerie. whose moth­
A Great Man.
er was a Spaniard,
Literary Chat.
has inherited from
Mias Midwood—What has Edwin MMK.
I count him a great man who inhab­
Markham written beside "The Man her her dark beauty of color and fea­ its a higher sphere of thought, into
tures. with an expression of indefina­ which other men rise with labor and
with the Hoe?"
Miss Flatbush — Why. don't you ble charm. She possesses also the rep­ difficulty. He has but to open his eyes
know? "How I Came to Write •The utation of being one of the brightest to see things in a true light and in
large relations, while they must make
Man with the Hoe.' ” "How I Came and wittiest young women of the diplo­ painful corrections and keep a vigilant
Near Not Writing 'The Man with the matic corps.
eye on many sources of error. • » •
Hoe.' " "How 1 Came to Write 'Hew I
He Is a great man who is what he is
Pat's Opinion of the Sermon.
Wrote "Tbe Man with the Hoe.” ’ ” etc.
from nature and who never reminds
A priest, who hail delivered what us of others.—Emerson.
—Brooklyn Eagle.
seemed to him a striking sermon, was
Ostrsctsed.
anxious to ascertain its effect ou his
Beat the Typewriter.
Ascum—It seems strange that you flock.
"I can take 100 words a minute.’1
and Popleigh should be such good
“Was the sermon to-day to your lik­ said the shorthand writer.
“I . often
friends, and yet neither his wife nor ing. Pat?" he inquired of one of them.
take more than that," remarked the
any of her relatives ever hare a good
“Throth. yer riviretice. it was a grand other, in sorrowful accents; “ but then
word for you.
sermon intirely,” said Pat. with such I have to. I’m married.”
Teller No. they simply hate me. You genuine admiration that his reverence
see Popleigh Insisted on naming his felt moved to Investigate further.
first born after me. — Philadelphia
"Was thete any one part more than
Press.
another that seemed to take hold of
you?" he enquired.
Broken.
“Well. now. ns ye are for axin' me.
Maud I made the worst break last
begorra I'll tell ye. What took hould of
night I ever made in my life.
me most was yer rlvlrence's persever­
Mabel—How?
Pt" haven't a resnlar, healthy movement of tbs
Maud Broke off my engagement ance—the way ye wint over tbe same revels every day. yon re Si«», or wiil be Keep y 5?
I a oven, and be walk Force. In the »bare oJ
thing
agin
and
agin
and
agin,
Such re»»
with Jack Blllfwlnk. His uncle died
vlo.»nt pbyalc or pill poison la dangerous Ths
eaaleat most reflect way of xaepiua lbs
thia morning and left him independent­ perseverance I nivlr did see In anny swdotheat
BOWl« clear and
If
w
ly rich. Hadn't you heard?—Chicago man. before nor since."
Tribuna.
CANDY
I
I
ASLEEP.”
slowly. I hailed him, and he quickened
his pace, hie honest features lighting up
at the eight of me.
“How do you find mam'xeile, doctor?”
were his first eager words.
“All right, I said; "going on famously.
Sark ia enough to cure any one and any­
thing of itself, Tardif. There ia no air
like it. I should not mind being a little
¡11 here myself."
“Captain Carey is impatient to bo
gone," he continued. "He sent word by
me that you might he visiting every
house in the island, you had been away
so long.”
"Not so very long," I said, testily; “but
I will just run iu and say good by, and
then I want you to walk with me to the
efiff."
I turned back for a last look and a last
word. No chance of learning her secret
now. Ths picture w«s as perfect as
when I had bad the first glimpse of it,
only her face had groan, if possible,
mors charming after my renewed scru­
tiny of it.
"Shall I send you the hair?" asked Miss
Ollivier.
"To be sure," I answered. “I vhall I
dispose of it to advantage, but 1 havs
not time to wait for it now."
"And may I write a letter to you?”
"Yes." was my reply. I was too pleas­
ed to express myself more eloquently.
"Good-by," she said; "you are a very
good doctor to me.”
“And friend?" 1 added.
"And friend," she repeated.
For the next few days 1 waited with
sonu- Impatience for Mias Ollivler’a prom
ised letter. It came at last, and I put it I
into my pocket to read when I was alone
—why. I could scarcely have explained
lo myself. It ran thus:
"Dear Dr. Martin—I have no little
commission to trouble you with Tardif
telle me It was quite a mistake, his moth­
er taking a sovereign from me each week
She does not understand English money;
aad he ssys I have paid quite sufil lent
to stay with them a whole year longer
without paying any more. I am qul.s
conteut about that now Tardif says, too,
that he has a friend in Southampton who
will buy my hair, and give more than
anybody in Guernsey. Bo I need not
trouble you about it, though I am sure
you would have done it for me.
"Good by, my good doctor. I am try­
ing to do everything you told me exact­
ly : and I am getting well again fast. I
do not believe I shall be lame; you are
too clevet for that. Your patient.
"OLIVIA."
Olivia! I looked at the word again to
make sure of It. Then it was not her
anrnaase that was OUivier. and I was still
ignorant of that. I saw in a moment
how the mistake had arisen, and how
inaoceat she was of any deception in the
matter. She would tell Tardif that her
Mistaken Grief.
lams was Olivia, and he thought only
Suitor Tray, don't cry; I assure yon
of the OUIvlers bo knew. It was a mis
take that had been of uoo in checking I will love, cherish and protect your
curlosfty. and I did net feel bound to put daughter, sir.
It right. My mother and Julia appeared | Prospective Father-In-law—O, It Isn’t
to have forgotten my patient ia Sark al­ that; I am supporting two sons-ln-Iaw
together.
now.—Ohio State Journal.
Olivia! I thought It a very pretty
The early circus catches the small
name, and repea ted It to myself with Its
abbreviations. Olive, Livy. It was dlffi boy's quarter.
BESTFORTHE
BOWELS
The Khedive an a Fireman.
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CATHARTIC
The Khedive of Egypt Is an energetic
fireman, and has each of his palaces
supplied with the latest appliances. Pe­
riodical drills of his domestics are thor­
oughly carried out. He occasionally
turns them out on false alarms, and
finds that they answer to bis satisfac­
tion.
ter tree sampl«, sag boreWe re bguta. juirJ?,“*
A dentist finds work for bls own teeth
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caimsw linn , !<• fare. re«
by depriving other people of thelra.
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