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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1908-01-23, Page 6TUE WINCiffAtif TIDIES, JANUARY 21, 19Q8 RW LITTLE but—ah, Franceal" Ills voice was al - Moat a Cry, a'xances boiled qutokly away.. She U BY KING Was toeing nervously. with her little ruby ring. Cynthia bent lien head over it magazine that she hied picked up, and there was a constrained al- ienee, "Frances, dear, don't you think yell could Accept bin.?" "If bfr, Gates calls tomorrow, fa- ther, I shall accept biro." There was a strange, sudden glitter in the girl'e daxle eyes as she bent over to stir the smoldering Ions. Cynthia involuntarily tariffed toward the shapely= hand that held the lire tongs, The little ruby ring was genet One morning a few weeks later Mr. Gates called and presented Frances with a Jewel case. In the early light he looked older and redder than ever, Sleeesiwank from the touch of his lips on her baud. .As she opened the case listlessly a necklace of diamonds and rubles sprang to view. Rubies were her favorite stones, Some one else bad promised her a deluge of them when be should have achieved fame, and fortune. "Prances, haven't you anything to say? They are superb!" reproved Cyn- thia. But ber sister's lips only parted in a faint, inscrutable smile. "Sir. Gates Is aware that in a pie- iuresque sacrifice cue always decks the victim," she said mockingly. For a second Mr. Birney Gates' keen eyes looked narrowingly at this cold, insulting woman, so speedily to become his wife. He almost contem- plated giving her bac.: her liberty. Then he smothered his better Impulse, being led afield by her beauty, and a look of mastery tightened his thin lips. From under her heavy lidded eyes Cynthia watched bin. "He will tame Frances' spirit horribly," she th light By Virginia Lail; Wentz • lOopyright, 1007, be Isomer Stempel It was an inconsequent band with a ruby setting, •au odd little: ring of leo great Worth, and Cynthia had often speculated about its history. One thing, though, she knew—Frances val. ued it above ererythiug that she pogo eessed, "S say, Frances," she'd once remark- ed to her sister, who happened to be polishing the stone, "if that ruby had a story that wont with it, why that 'would be a different thing. If, for ex- ample, it bad been given. to Uncle John -when be was consul to Calcutta by the rajah of Singhalee fora service—lead' Ing him In the consulate wring an In, surrectiou or something, If in band- ing it to pude the rajah had said: 'X7s- cellency; this ruby roiled from the wounds that killed Ezuka, favorite princess ot my ancestor, the king of Ahnr' -- one moonlight night as the king strolled in the royal gardens, barking to the nightingales"— "What an unmitigated goose you are, Cyntleel" Frances had interrupted, smlling in spite of berselt. Immediate- ly, however, her exquisite face had grown grave. "We'll never speak of this little ring again, dear. Do you un- derstand?" And Cynthia—clever, wise Cynthia— understood. She understood that her sister's nature did not crave sympa- thy, the sort that thrives upon mutual confession and confidence. She under- stood that serene and resolute Frances met the critical situations in life with an inscrutable reserve. "But I'm sure of one thing," Cynthia summed up to herself, "here at twen- ty-eight Frances Is still unmarried, and it's that little ruby . ring that keeps her an old maid in spite of her beau- ty." A beauty? That Is what Frances Logan unquestionably was. She had been photographed in every variety of pose that modern society approves. She had been paiuted by several of the most ,celebrated. artists. In fact, 'she was famous ou two continents for her rare and wonderful personal charms. Yet she was still unwed. "Must be waiting for a title," gossip said, as oth- er girls, tar less charming, came out, danced through a season or two and were married. But above the doorway of tbo house of Logan was written Ichabod=every- thing belonging -to them, the old home- stead included, gave hint of departed glory. A. wealthy marriage bad been pointed out to Frances as her duty in life. No sacrifice had been considered too great to give her the proper setting to this end, and her father and Cyn- thia, the second daughter, and the two little motherless boys had uncomplain- ingly submitted to remain in the back- ground that Frances might shine abroad. More and more plainly stood out the Ichabod. More and more ardently pressed the suit of Barney Gates for Frances' band. He was a man grow- ing old, with thinning brown hair pa- thetically brushed, but with sun red- dened. face and eyes sharpened to keen- ness. "A man for men—to plan, to di- rect. The nir of the broad,t energetic west in every movement, Gy had once defined him. Presently Fran- ces grew weary of the struggle and gave in. Froin the beginning it had 'been an unequal contest, for all along she knew that She must requite her family for their devotion. As she was going to sell herself for a price she might as well get the highest price. "Frances, my dear, I am bankrupt," . • old Mr, Logan bad said to her one evening as they were sitting around the library fire. "I can no longer keep ;up even a pretense of show. What tare you going to do? Mr, Gates stands ready, to put me on my feet again,' "Ola, a lo," she warned, gliding away from him; "not until Prances baa writ- ten giving you your freedom. But 1'11 tell her tonight, and then you .can come openly to father aud elaipi any hand," * * * tl< * On the day of Cynthia's wedding the guests, seeing the adoration in the eyes of .Zr. Blowy Gates, could not doubt the verity of her conquest, and see beamed with n pretty importance. Prances robed in soft, shimmering Canadian Hair ]l :OStnx'f ie+ten gray lair to iln natural color, 1 -Stops f 1 Thug hair, cant ea to Crow on bald Cu:entlan4tvif.itchtn3,,scalp disco -lea • I'✓ its use thin hair green luxuriantly. Cur .a.ns no one or greasy ineredlents. Is entirely teethe nay oder beer prepara- tbn: ever 9ii'et'ed. Ter sale. A. good, reliable Csneelian preearatien. IJnsollteteil Tesfamoritats, svelte, was radiant, Iler dark eyes 1 T.d th A. luded, Missionary II. M. Church weresuffused with a mysterious siert- ALhirani.:t5at v yscrds,gre ilypleanea went e tiers, as of a joy new heralded. L. A. hope';, W1iror, Mene % My hair And on her left hairr,i once more she and wbislante be- teeing restored. tan I uto t t tore dire swore her little ruby ring. M. )rurn,Burgesevi]1e,Ont, Canadlanllair Rename is the Gent I have ever used. John Ct, Hale New Aberdeen, Cape Proton. Canadian il'atr itestorer las worked wontiet% lily head ie no•trly alt covered with tinct growtle black hair, orlginel color. gold by all wholesale and rctn11 drugget'. Moira to any addrete is the eivilleea world on receipt ot• price, ;,6o. Manufeeturea b� a r; Ineitier1N nee, Windsor; Oat., Canada, Bola in Winghane be T. Walton efeletbbon, A, la linmlltoa and F il. ivalic+y, Dram:len. Bird or Bee? • Two quaint observations about hum- ming birds are published in "Early Long Islaud," by Martha Flint, both quoted from letters of the seventeenth century, written from the new coun- try of America. Says one: "The Iluntbird is one of the wonders of the country, belug no bigger than a Hornet, yet baviug all the Detneusieus of a Bird as bill, wings with quills, spider -Bee legges, small claws. For Colour she Is as glorious as the Baine bow." Adrian Van, der. Donck, one of the IIollanders of Nietiw hederlaudt iu 1642 writes of a-- ' "Curious small bird concerning which there are disputations whether it is a bird or a bee. It seeks its nour- ishment from flowers like the nee and is everywhere seen regaling itself on the flowers. In flying they make a humming noise like the bee. It is. only seen in Nieuw Nederlandt in the sea- son of flowers. They are very tender aud cannot be kept alive, but we press them between paper aud Send them as presents to our friends." to herself. "But I could tame his beautifully. If I might only try! Sup- pose"— That night In dressing gown and slippers she trailed into her sister's room to haye a few words with her. Frances was sitting in a Veep chair. somewhat in .shadow, ber long white, rhuless hands lying very still in her lap. Her whole being was- as motion- less as if it had lost all power of sec- tion. "'Toney'," began Cynthia calmly after uialkiug herself comfortable against the rosewood bedpost, "you can't abide Mr. . Blrney Gates. Ob, don't bother about protesting, dear. Let us at least be truthful with each other. Yon can't abide him, and you love—the one who gave yoti that little ruby ring." "Cynthlal" ejaculated Frances sharp- ly. . "Now, if Mr. Gates would only set you free and take one in your stead." went on Cynthia evenly, pushing back a wavy lock of copper colored hair, "It would keep the money 'in the family just the same and give you your chancb for happiness. Yes, and me, too," she added, with a slight blush, "for, Fran- ces, you may not believe it, I could really learn to be fond of Barney Gates. It wouldn't all be merely mer- cenary ambition." The incipient smile about the corners . of the elder girl's delicate mouth gave way to an expression difficult to fatli om as her eyes rested critically upon the slight figure in the pale gray dress- ing gown. Then slowly she shook her head. "Mr. Gates has loved me for three years—not me, but my beauty. You are not even pretty, dead. Forgive me If I speak plainly, but you asked for truth between us." "iJh-huh!" acquiesced Cynthia, biting her scarlet under Hp and tugging slight- ly at the lace of her rolling collar. "You took all the beauty there was in the family, Frances, but if you give me permission to try maybe I can take hien from you." "Try, by all means," granted Frances indulgently. The nest night at the opera Frances made a remark to her fiance that was more than usually caustic. From their box she had seen a face in one of the orchestra chairs—a vigorous, hand- some, youthful face—Which had recall- ed some one long absent. Just as the recolleetiou was shooting' through her with exquisite pain Gates chanced to lay his hand oil her bare arm to call ber attention to a bit Of stage busi- ness. "Don'tI" she cried, shrinking. "For heaven's sake, don't!" "Oh, Frances, 1;+'rances!" Cynthia's low, rich voice shook with emotion. Birney Gates turned his head in ber direction and znet her eyes. Curious gold green eyes they were, shadowed by long black lashes, langourous and enticing. For one moment he gazed as if under a spell. Later the girldrop- ped her fan, and he stooped to pick it up for her. As he handed it back his gagers touched her, and the contttet thrilled bine strangely, As Frances' manner grew more and more mocking, Cynthia's green more and more tender until Gates fotlud himself turning to her for comfort after every rebuff from his promised bride. "Of course I know She doesn't love me," Gates explained to Cynthia one day. "flow could she? I am growing old. I am homely, But T am rich, and I want the best for my money, and so I want her -'-and I'm going; to have her." Cynthia's little hand on his arta !Haw Is Your Cold? Every place you go you hear the same question asked. Do you know that there is nothing so dangerous as a neglected cold/ • Do you know that a neglected cold will turn into Chronio trenching, Pneumonia, disgusting Catarrh and the most deadly of all, the"White Plague," Consumption. Many a life history would read different if, on the first appearance of a cough, it had been remedied with D r. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup Th14 wonderful cough and cold medicine visitants all those very pine principlee 'which make the pine woods so valuable in the treatment of lung affections. Combined with this are Wild Cherry Bark and the s of healing and ex - pectoral peet5rant properties kerbs aud barks. For Coughs, 'Coldu, Bronehitie Pain in as Choat, Asthma, Croup, Whooping t Lough, Hoarseness or any affectiono quieted him. thrust or Lunge. You will find a sure "And i beautythe best?" she goes• aura in Dr. Wood's Norway Fuld Symp. 1ites. C. N. Leeman toad's 1 .Sy ti Ile lookeed d at the delicate face, alight writes i ""I have used Dr. W or,d's Norst•�s Bide Syrup for coughs and calla, and have with childish eagerness. The mutinous sisoalways found it to gine instant relief, it red month was qutvering;, ilio myster also recommended it 000 pt my n0>itk pus eyes were ablaze. bora and she was more that 'pleased Witk "Cynthia, not your" he cried, his heart leaping. Then he opened his arms to her. "Sweetheart, you little Witch, I don't know how it has Colne about, but It Is you who aro filling my daYS anti uightseesset PrunceS._ O the Value of a Constitution. It happened in the spring of 1800, when Garibaldi was pursuing his expe- dition in Sicily and when the words '"Constitution and Liberty" were on ev- ery Neapolitan's Iips. "Why are you so anxious for a constitution?" asked a foreign tourist of his guide and donkey driver ' v.*aile they were traveling through the mountains of Sorrento. "Tell, you see, your excellency," was the answer, "because I think we shall be all the better for it. It is now close upon twenty years that I am letting out my asses to visitors from all coon- tries—English, French, Americans. All of these have a constitution, and they are all rich." w,rwiwwv Copyright, 1006, by 1J. C. Parcells Heredity Tri Tri t..: 111Kant 21,p• AM, La><,.rr carrc„ r?I against the railing. "You pick it up, Dave," else said Indifferently. And the young ;lean dill so. But Linda bit her lip la vexation. It was a little thing, but eharacteristle of the way Mall Made alt ber friends wait on her. "Dill you go away on business, Th- rid." slie asked hastily. "No—yes--well, I don't know 40 • yoll'd tall It esatctiy business" • "I should," said Mary deeitledly--•"tlie meet important Wellness for you just now, Dave." The lad lauglied, 'embar- rassed, "#)ear• nee, this sounds very mysterl- onn," said Mrs. Pennington, smiling: "What Is it all about?" "I Went to get something for Mary," said David. "And here It is," said the glri,.hold• lies out her left hand. "Isn't it a beau- ty, Aunt Linda?" A. handsome soli- taire flashed into view. "Cite significance of the stone din not enter Linda Peuningtaze's animl, for it was inauy years since Slee lead thought of such things. "Mary, you know you may not receive presents of jewelry fr:;m young men," she was beginning, but the words Bled on leer lips, Mary and Darid, looking for some sign ot eperovai, read xn leer face grief,, Mean, poititmeitt aud refusal. "Aren't yon pleased?" went on the girl. "We've been engaged since Christmas, Before I visited l,+lorrie 'fucker, Dave asked use and I said, 'tel see.' Then while I was away be kept writing to me—and T always did like hien best of any of the boys—so I just esti to say 'yes.' IIe's so obsti- nate. Dave is, he wouldn't take 'no.'" "Of eunrse 1 am very tune; surpris- ed," Linda said when she could trust 'terser to speak. "I think you are both too young to talk 0f slice things. Besides, you are going to college soon, Mary, and I do not approve of luded- nite eugegements," "But there's nothing indefinite about our engagement," replied the girl airi- ly, twisting tile ring on her finger. "We are to be married in September." "What?" "011, yes, It's all settled," nodding leer Neild. "I wrote this morning to elerto;e cancelli:;' my application. I'm trete of study—what IA the use of it? 1 l.:ow more now tli:tn any other girt - A shrill whistle echoed along the sunny avezttie, Mary Dexter jumped from her seat on the porch, scatter- ing' embroidery silks lu all directions. She waved her handkerchief in re sponse. Then she ran into the house calling: "Aunt Ueda! Where are you? Ilere's Dave Green to see you!" nee Without waiting for a reply she re- turned to the porch just in time tq greet the young man who came up the steps. "Glad to see me, Mary?" he asked as with a hasty glance around she put up her face for a kiss. Tbeu the two sat down on the top step le earnest, subdued conversation. Mary . It Didn't Go, , "Lady, I'm out of wont" explained, the tramp, undismayed by the .forbid- ding glare of the Illinois farmer's wife. "I'm a deep sea fishersnan; but the fish is all fished out of the At- lantie ocean this year. Bern.' a poor, unfortunate, but honest man, I'm now on my way welkin' to the Pacific coast where the Sshlen is good. Can't you help a feller along a bit?" "Yes, indeed,,' replied the farmer's wife; "I'Il just unloose the dog and help you run part of the way."—Lip- pincott's. Dexter icas, a maid of nineteen with a fresh peaehblow completion. Today, wearing a simple white frock, she looked her best—and knew it. In a fe minutes an elderly woman carne out the front door. Her hair,, worn as a coronet, was silvery white. though she was ouly forty. Age had touclied her face lightly, pressing in the wrinkles with loving fingers that left only sweetness in the expression. Rumor told a romantic tale of Nada renuington's life, and for once rumor was right. A girlish engagement with a young army officer who fell in his first battle, a few years US 'a nurse in b marriage the war, interr 3pted y a with Lyall Pennington, early widow- hood end a subsequent life devoted to good work—these were among the in- cidents in her story. For many years all her plans had been for Mary, whom she had adopted long ago. , Mrs. Pennington lead taken a great her chair. "Mary," she cried sharply, interest in Mary because see came "you don't know what you're saying! from her own town, and the case of You are giving up carelessly what I the child was particularly pitiful, for would give years of my life to have there were no near relatives to whom had when I was a girl—what you will see could be seat.always regret giriug up. I don't often Fresh from the sadness caused by exercise my authority as your guardian, Repartee, e the death of her husband, Linda found but when you not like a silly child I ""Welt," ::napped Mrs. Henpeck, I , the child's companionship a great come must. Task you—lea, T order you—to certainly was et fool when I married tt" fort. Mary ]tad passed serenely through break this no, the stages of childhood and youth and Mary sprang up and stamped her "True, my dear," . responded Ecu- now, at nineteen, under the training ot foot angrily. "Well, I won't!" she peck, "and I regret to state you private tutors, was prepared to erste! cried. "And you can't make me; I'ut. haven't improved any," nineteen years old." Linda sank back in the cliair with trembling lips. The mother who had eloped was speaking through her daughter. "Mary, if you love me," she pleaded, but•she knew it would be no use. The girl's heredity was showing, and she mustbow to the inevitable. Mary never would uuderstand what a blow this was to her guardian's am- bitions for bee, College, thea advanced work, or, if the girl preferred, art study 11 Paris or music in Germany— these t°•}i� liit'•�tt�. `% the plans she had made. And oris mad whim must eoverturn them ail! The girl's storm of fury spent itself in floods of tears, "Aunt Linda, I can't. Don't ask me to," she sobbed. David drew his sweetheart toward him. He had been a silent, troubled witness of the scene. Now he spoke quietly. "It's like this, Airs. Pennington, we love each other, and we don't see the .n Chronic Coughs ctlred . Mrs. Toseph Eccles of Dromore, says: "I took 4 or 5 bottles of Psychiue, and a cough I lead continually for nine mouths disappeared. It is the best remedy for chronic coughs that I ever used." Thousands of living witnesses pro- nounce Psyhine the greateet ncdieuie in the world. It is not a patent medi- cine, but a prescription of a great phy- sician. Put it to the test in any case of throat, lung or stomach trouble or any tun down or weak condition, At all druggists, aoc and $;1.00, or Dr, T. A. Slocum, Limited, Torouter or boy almoet iu Dorsettowu. just think, after September I'll never have t0 study any more!" Mrs. Penuiugtou rose in wrath from i' - •Good Beginning. Doctor—Madam, your husband must have absolute rest. Madam—Well, doc- tor, len won't listen to me. Doctor—A. very good beginning, madam—a very good beginning Appear to know only this—nevet to fail nor tail,—Epictetus. , the results.� al rn B5 Os. Waod a Norway" Pine , y p per bottle at all dialers. Put up in yellow *tapper, and three vino trees the trade mark. .Refuse bubstitutes d hereit is onis is one Norway rine Syrup W.00d'a. 5or500 or 5,000,000 -they are all alike. Each biscuit as light as if made by fairy hands, Baked to a golden russet brown. So fresh, nnd crisp, and tempting, that just opening the box is teasing the appetite. 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It assimilates the Food, regulates the Stomach and Dowels, giving .Xiealtlay and natural sleep. f.rixe C'ittltireu's Panacea--'.l+lhee Iilotnei''r;-Ftieud, CE W�CAST I IA ALWAYS Dears tb.o Signature of Tie KIM You Have Always Bought En Use For Over 30 Years. THE CENTAUR CLMPANY 77 O,UR„AY S7 CET. NCW YCPN CITY. t,c use of waiting. If we wait four yearn• by then we'll have grown. apart per- haps, and it will be harrier to give in to tach other. We want to be married at once. I am making a good living; my people are pleased, and we only want your consent." But she shook ler head impatiently. "I have nothing against you, David, but—it is impossible" "Olz, no, Mrs. Pennington!" he cried. "Think—think—when you were young and in love. Don't you remember how it was then?' How old memories can rise again! A, vision of a boyish soldier, with plead- ings eyes and tender smile. And that parting—comet she ever forget the sound of his voice, Iow and thrilling;? She gave a shuddering sigh aud open- ed tear dimmed eyes. "I was only sev- enteen and Ise was twenty—aud I nev- er saw him again. Itis body could not be found. Alt!" Steadying her voice, she went on. "You are right, David. It was foolish and wrong to try to con- trol Mary's life. She :Mast work it out for herself. My plans were far differ- ent from this, but I can gide them up, as I have given up others." "Dear Mrs. Pennington," said David,. grasping her baud. Then, when Mary ran off to set the supper table and David followed, waif awkward attempts to help, Linda Pen- nington drew forth an old locket and gazed long at the ' portrait within. "Ouce I thought that•the shattering of my dreams would kill me," she mur- mured. "But I lived to thank God for other dreams and duties that came, So it will be now, I think." "Supper is ready, Aunt Linda!" call- ed Mary, and Mrs. Pennington turned from the sunset glow. "ISN'T Ix A n>;ALTY, Amir =MO" Merton college in the fall. After grad- uation endless possibilities opened be- fore her. This was the situation that July morning when Mrs, Pennington came out on the porch and greeted young David Green, one of entry's ad- iirirers. 110 was a manly fellew of twenty- one, sou of a prosperous farmer of the rural district. IIe had lately been giv- en a good sized tract of land by his fa- ther, with the instruction to "see what he could do with it," and he was doing well. "you've just come back from New Yolk, haven't you, David?" asked Mrs. I'enahit;toa. ""Yes," stilt. Mary. "He's been away two whole days." The sigh with which this was said brought it laugh from the outer two. ells. Pennington seated herself In tile rocker. "1Vhy, Mlary," She Said, "Is this your embroidery on the floor? Pitt It up before it gets dirty," The glrl leaned bat°k comfortably U E COMPLAINT. The liver is tate largest gland In the body; its office is to take from the blood the properties which forth bile. When tit, liver is torpid and i tllaraed it cannot furnish bile to the bowels, causint, them to become bound and costive. The symptoms are a ice;ing of fulness or weight in the right side, and shooting pains In the same region, pains between the shoulders, yellowness of the slain and eyes, bowels irregular, coated tongue. bad taste in the morning, oto. z► MILBURN'S LAXA-LIVER PILLS ata) pleasant -anti easy to take, do net $ripe, weaken or sicken. never fail in their effects, and are by far the s. fest aai quickest remedy for all ,)keases or disorder: , the liver. Price eie cents, or u bottles for 51.00, all dealers or mailed direct on receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. URGES PEACEFUL METHOD Hamar Greenwood arns Against Bludgeon Tactics With Japanese. Hamar Greenwood, M, P„ was re- cently entertained by the Canadis u Club at Winnipeg. In his address on "Imperial Responsibilities, he said that if he spoke with less buoyancy and good humor than usual, it was because he appreciated the respansie bility of Canada and the vital import- ance of the questions that lay before the Dominion. He was at Canadian, but he spoke as a member of the Imperial Parlia- ment, and an official of the Colonial Office. "Canada has assumed," he stated, "a position greater than any other colony of the Empire, and since the war between Russia and Japan; the centre of gravity of foreign af- fairs had shifted, and was not on this continent, 'Foreign questions •were not settled by the Dominion. butwhat this country did in its relations with foreign nations affected the 'Foreign Office and the Empire." He saw with regret in the papers that a riot, an uncalled-for and un- justifiable riot, had broken out in Vancouver, and as a member of the British Empire, Canadians should realize that a man who hits an inno- cent Jap in the streets of Vancouver may start a war between two empires which may bring Japanese battleships to these shores. He believed in the supremacy of the white race on this continent, 'hut the question should be settled by peace- ful methods. These questions could be settled .and would he settled, but they had been aggravated by the bludgeon methods of some reckless epirits ore the west coast. He condemned these bludgeon methods. They could begin a quarrel• between the Canadian labor men and d the Japanese, but that quarrel won A Welsh Rip. be taken to the Foreign Office, and it Every nation has a Ii;ip \'an Winkle of its own, but the Welsh story of Rip is unique. Ile Is known as Taffy ap Sion. One morning Taffy heard. a bird singing on a tree close by his path. Allured by the melody, he sat down until the music ceased. When he arose, what was his satirise at ob- serving that the tree under welch he had taken a seat had now become dead and 'withered! In the doorway of his home, which, to his amazement, had .iso suddenly g.rown older, he asked for their country, a desirewhffch of a strange oldman for bis parents, born of paganism whom he had left there, as he said, a few minutes before. 'rpon learning his name the old inan said: "Alas, Taf- fy, I have often heard my grandfather, your father, speak of yott, and it was said you were under the power of the fairies and would not be released until the last sap of that sycamore had dried up. Embrace me, my dear uncle—for you are my uncle—embrace your neph- ew." Welshmen do not always per- ceive the humor of this swims -bat nov- e] situation of a youth—for Taffy was still merely a boy --being hailed as un- cle by a gentleman perhaps forty years his senior. might end in a disastrous up of many nations, and in the interval the peace and prosperity of this grea Dominion would bre set back at leas a generation. It behooved ever Canadian to rise to his imperial re sponsibilities, and whatever his ide might be—and no Christian was mor of the opinion that Canada, should n white man's country than the speak er—they must remember that the were denting with a people who 'veer determined to maintain the rights o their citizens, and who desired to di Full Per Ulla. Askum—\T ho was that man who stopped to talk to you? Dnbley--That's iny old bane?. .tskuut••-•Does lse uSu- elly stop yon on the street. 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