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Dot yen have kneel), me so short it
time—telly weelte—how is it pos.
Bible that yen eau foe ale 2
HOW is it possible e Rather ask
how its it possible to a % old I % log you ?
And beehive, is it. really so comprehene
Avis? You bey,. known me
just. the ,''u° leugth of time, and yet
--yet—I Imee keetured to hope that
you—that you love nee dear. Oh
Mile., is the ewet hope Use ? H ave
1 deceived myself ? Or will you in -
der vonfirm it hy promising to be,
sanse happy day, Inv wife ?
He would have eauelit and clasped
the fair girl in his arms, but be keer-
ing him back by a gesture of her lit-
tle hated, while her great dark eyes
were fixed with beseeching earnestness
upon his face, answered :
It is-uot what I wish—ot eveo what
you wish—that must thoneht of
Bettye hist your mother—your "sloth
er, who has peen like a mother to ute
so good, so generone. What
would she say— •
,e21, voice, tremulous yet stern,
inter-
rupted ber—a voice that made theta
start end turn in confusion
She would say that you are right in
remembering her Avis, and that she is
glad of this proof of your gratitude ;
for the rest,. Roy Livingstone's mother
looks further then her own
circle; aud Welter than to a poor de-
pendent, , however good or fair, when
she seeks a bride for her 014 son and
a future mistress for "The Laurels."
Leave, us, A. ie. 1 do net Winne you,
ehild ; forw.: this follv. it had been no
fault of yours. 1 will speak to you
further preseetly— wait in my room
And so, he went on, tenting to her
son, when Avis, silently wee.ping, had
.left them—and sothis is result the of
Your artist folly, You would paint my
pretty cotnpitnion's picture, forsooth,
and while so doing have etolen her
heart and lost your own. I might
,have looked for this ; 1 should have
been more careful. But do you hope
that I shall tolerate such folie ? I
overheard von ask the girl, inn now
o be your wife I
ou did. The young man answer-
ed gently, but with a resolution that
was umnistukeable. I love her, and
will marry her.
Without my consent? Without
our mother's blessing ? Is this tbe
ection—the duty of my own child?
y will set at defiance—
He put his arms around her,
1 shall never set you at defiance,
Mother, and least of all for Avis's
sake. She is too good, too ardently
attached to you, to do ought tiled
could wound you. But will yon not
have compassion for us, also mother ?
We love. Avis has been to you as a
aughter always; let it be mine to
ake he,. so, Weed. Where could
you ever find a child so truly yours—
whose mind is of your own pure train.
Ing I love her with a love that will
ot change. Unless you give me Avis
Or a wife, 1 shall not marry,
Absurd. 1 Mrs Livingstone's eyes
:abed szornfully. When our guests
rrive today you will find many far
perior,to Avis. A foundling.! It is
ot her property—we are rid' enough
by her birth,
We knew nothing of it, and I care
xspthing. It is herself I love:
.1.dateris Boy. The lady's proud face
ftened as she laid one white hand on
or eon's shoulder, while his arm stole
und her fondly. You are my only
ild; all my hopes are bound up in dangerous ground. Even the beauty's
Let us not quarrel about this happy Yoke took a softer tone as she
girl. She is dear to me, also. questioned, gently
t us take time to think. Compere 1fay I see the picture goy.
1 with others. Virben our guest Ito roe without a word Ana led the
re, if you are itt the some mind way to the library, the gueste all fol.
we will see whit is best for all. 5.1,11111lowing, led by Bose Broaden, Last
I of all came Mrs Livingstone, with her
you promise ?
To wait for your consent until our !old friend, Mrs Grey, a fair, sad wo-
guestl are gone 1 Yes, I can promise men, with silver hair. She was
that,•greet invalid; and unconquerable grief
Arid ineantinie not to speak of this had preyed upon her heart for years
to Avis.
an 1 brokeu down her fragile bodv.
Thetis harderonother. But if yo e She leaned heavily on Mrs Living.
will tell her that yon rosy consent, 1 stone's strong arm,
will obey you. eV hat is the picture? she asked her,
I will tell her every word that has The portrait of one I reared and
passed between us, said Mrs Living- loved. as my own child; and whom
was unaccountably lost, (ming to an
btoue,
Ard meant to keep her promise unhappy misunderstanding. She was
But Avis wad not waiting for her, as a Lively creature and was 'to have
she had expected. The girl had gone been Boy's wife. Sometime fear lie
to her own roam, sending to Mrs Liv. will rover marry now.
By this time they had reached the
ingstone a piteous little message of ex
cure Her head ached Might elle library, Of the amoy paintings of the
be ellowert to keep in her owe clone, walls one only • was concealed itY
ber, heavy curtain ; Roy drew the crimson
folds aside. An exclamation from
The lady smiled
I will set her heart at rest to -mor- Mrs Grey and Ruse Brandon, and a
All will be Well murmur of admiration feom all the
row, elle whirpered,
rest, bore witness so the loveliness of
to -mot row.
the image that, was disclothed. her. She was so beautiful and innooetit,
Mrs Grey pressed forward eagerly, and yet so sad and friendless, and my
her weakness seeming for the time for- whole went out for her from the first.
gotten. She leaned on Mrs Living- She told me the simple story of herad- For the mire uf burns, scalds, wounds
stooe, trembliAss violently, her quiver- option here aud of Roy's love and and Weer:4, this justly celebrated Oint-
ins lips were deadly pale, her eyes fix- hers, but without mentioning a single 1:e.retuntess,tititaiidasieutittititeeadlileyelim Ittispplrielsaatimoino,
ed un the picture. nano., so that never
thought of Y°°. 10111 the paiu and smutting, protect the
The portrait of a graceful girl, fair She had left, she said in order that he
expend nerves front the air, give to-
lioal
pv theeusrsi set
purity $71; 41138i vigourpe t.°rilitoena ao trtitY1 t000blood
lay
down healthy flesh in place
destroy ed. ti o loway's Pills simultan-
eously taken,must assist theOintment's
purifying and soothing power. To-
gether these inedines net like a charms.
no invalid, after a fair trial, has found
them fail to relieve his pain, or come
pietely erne his disease. The combie-
Str011g enough joy does not kill. What timidly, anxiously.
is it ? she contiutted, wildly, gazing She will welcome you as Wa
with growing fear upon the pale, shall part Ito more. Yon wiN? learn,
averted face of mother and sand dear that she never wet to‘port
is harm befallen my child navel And another 'waits for you. 011,come,
found her only to lose her Avis I love,to the heart that aohes to welcome
my daughter 1 *intro is she you -.—to the erine of your own true
Rose Brandon sprang to her side, mother
andBewels14,1mk osiiheatuartie;lutes lAntvfaifilletii8Istenir'e. Only one tnonth later a brilliant
Listen te me, I can tell yogi where te bridal party groused 'to ,joy and mirth
find her.
You! It was Roy that spoke. Yon
know Avis 1
I know her well, but .1 never knew,
the slumbering echoes of The Laurels.
And who so fair as Avis, the sweet
bride, with her teoup of lovely brides.
maids, of whotn Rue Brandon laughed
until this moment of her commetien and blushed, the merry chief 7 Who
with this family. . Why have you kept so rich, so proud, so happy as. AVIS
your loss and grief a oecret, Roy ? Row ? Avis, the Feundling, found, in -
could have helped you had • 1 .known deed, at last, and by her own true
yorm troubles, long ago. mother. Avie, the Loat, restored to
It is nearly a year since she came all who loved and mourned her, Avis,
to us, in answer to an advertisement the joyful bride of the generous, noble
for a music governess for little Ida. lover, who in the days of her poverty
Mother was sick when first she .04- and namelessress—in spite of time,
led, and consequently I received and abeenee, and silence and desertion
—loved her faithfully and truly to the
last.
But when to morrow mime a sad
suypeiee came with it. Avis had dis-
appsared.
That I may not cause you grief and
pole—you who have been to me a true
mother -16y from a temptation that
would prove to strong if I remained.
When I am gone your son will soon
forget me. I pray God that he may,
fur his sake. But shell not forget,
love you. Farewell,
Forgive your little
Avrs.
This was. all ; and she had gone—
leaving nit trace, making no further
sign. In ye -Owl -lay sought for, her'
even With the help of detectives ; hav-
ing left home aud come to the city for
that purpose; while his mother, no
less anxious for the safety of the lost
girl, matte what excuse she could to
her assembled guests for his absence.
After it'll -loath of weary searching he
returned, heartsick and discouraged.
No news, he said, in answer to his
mother's 0,11X3OOR questionsi. nor will
there ever be. I have lost all hope of
hurling her.
nor uenee to
deareit friends.
A year lied, passed Avis disappear-
ed, and once more a gay party of mer-
ry guests made Tee Laurelsbriglet and five years old—fronta poor fisherman , afternoons hut occasionally flashes of
cheerful, foremost among them Rose down cm the Beadle ' three, or four lightefeorn. I* small but cheerful fire,
Brandon, the beauty and heiress end miles away. He had, reseued her iroin ; fen 00 Use slender girlish figure, that,
belle. A great favorite was she with the sea 00 the night. el a re,r, stony,. ! sat beforeeet in a low arm chair, her
stately Mrs Livingstone, and there two years les fore, and esest. cherished :soft,:pale.ebeek supported by one little
were not wanting those who named and cared for very tenderly: but find- i hand, her eyes fixed on the glowing
her as the future,,mistress of the splea- ing sickenness and old oge test robb- ;mast As world of long love and fond
did. but somewhat gloomy house, which ing him of health and strength, 115regret wee in those great dark, eyes,
her beauty and ,joyous laugnter made eoughteto find a friend for his little that saw not what they gazed -upon,
so bright. Fiven Roy Livingatone's girl in me, • Imagination esionot . pie_ i but were looking . far away into the.
brow, on which the cloud of disap. titre anything lovelier thee the child : past,.. Think of Roy—always thinking.
pointment and regret had grown wits then. I loved, hoe at first sight, l a 4..°
' y e where was [n? How fared.
habitual, cleared sonaewhat as his, art- and have loved bet elways. 1 adopt- 1118 ?' }a"
' f he forgotten Avis Tr Alase
•
ROLLOWAT'a ViNTMENT AND PILLS —
as a lily -flower; the lovely, wistful ruight forget her. She gave me as a
eyes, ;with a world of loving tenderness reference, her own former music teach,
in theh. midnight depths, looked out er, who while answering foe Avis in
frorn a face of exquisite beauty, but as esery way, declined to tell anything
Ivory, clear and pale ; a tender dimp that the girl had left concealed. So:
ling smile upon the scarlet lips, a she dwelt with us ever since; quiet end
tailing spray of scarlet blossoms in sad, poor child, but" safe and kindly
the blue black hair, soft and glnssy as cared fon. I left her at horns with
the 'raven wing—a simble robe of Ida ti‘nd mother when I came away.
white, and on one lovely, snowy arm a She he there now, ed actioe a the Ointment aild Pills in
carious golden bracelet. This was all. ; 'Roy Livingstone caught her bands all dieorciers, is too Irresistible to be
pressed them to his lips, withstood,
Mrs. Grey steed like ,one entranced-, in bis and
her agitation visible -to all. Her deli- ' God bless you, Rose? lie dried, ......._,.
el. Good MEI. Sauce.
cute hand were tightly locked togeth- hoarse with emption. You have -
given me back A most aeeeptable winter appetizer
er, her breath came In quick gasps. happioees and; love. .
is made from eight quarts of ,ripe to -
Row like 1 she murmured, •hne, Mrs. Grey, I will brig your daughter
matoess le pint Of entail red peppers,
straugely like' fa haven's etatne, to you. I go by the train -that leaves
Which also be fi cell, a pound of brown
who is she ?, in half an hour and before night fall
t. s tgar. three pints of vittegak, half an
My adopted daughter, Mrs Living- you shale fold her in your artns. Addeo
ounce•each ot ginner and mace. Peel
all! and Ire woe gone.
stone replied, for Roy bad turned as -the tomatoes ey dropping into. hot
ice in silence, overesoule tq.the sight
of the beauty he had loved and lost
Twelve years ago I took her—the, liehefilled the lonely sichool.roott that
The dusky is r ay of all au tu m u tesie ohi°11;1i ne'cic:p' att le;renInitidin,l,p'110),;:eivinpe`iirisdt1::;,:ioep. .skins.ttiii:e
onions- „ Oases.
ist-eyes took in her fresh, proud loves ed, educated her and brought her up :poor A,vis. could not fOrgot Hark I:
liness, and he listened to her animet. as tny own. I have the' clothes she what was, that ? A footstepsin the hall
ed talk, the smile, that,liad grown so wore when I founds but they furnish outside the door. Nothing in that to.
make tire- eyes so bright and the. pale
rare, stole to his lips, and shone. like a no clew to her preeentage, but on her leer
cheek flash to vivid criineon
light his eyes. Ins mother, watch- ono, clasped firtnly above her elbow,
but had sounded iike Roys footitep,
ing him, smiled, too, wellpleasede was a' bracelet ,. it fits her &ender,
is she not beautiful 2 she whispered wrist now ; see, she wears it in the Itoy'S footstep — here — what elle,
meow a fair and portrait.; npon, it is a single word— cireibrniag 1 What strange:tricks fancy
to him. She weak]
the old fishernsau took it sto be berl played her ofteutimess. She could;
gracious queen for The Laurels, Roy,
ty, his name, and so.he celled her, who, nem- 31°,8° het' „eyes' ani bide her fa"'
But the gloom. came back
er changed itis. - Avis wee the word and' in 1100 hands as now—now' partly for
face as he answered sadly : •
My queen wesst into exile, !nether,
spices, in &testae cloth bags- and;
, boil al togeatkl ,ee rfurct.
rer,dy tot ttliiiireeetite urereti; Ire Itteb:.
bagssof spice; wee a tablespoonful each,
otground whites esisateer and ranstaxce
and a tablespoinitai. of 'cayenne pepper
with. a I i ttleof ties -sauce, Stir it in and
eat'. tour I gait nestessarys; This may
be bottled in any wile.inouthed pick-
le bottles , but it a; easier to use Rae'
•
settling pint jars. with porcelain -lined
tops.—elvierineenseeericiateriet,
0
a year ago. I have a constant heart,
and cannot transfer my allegienee,
goy !cried the clear, merry voice of
Rose Brandon—Roy, have you give up
painting '1 You useecto be so ambitie
Ot13. Only a year ago, remember,
you were etithusiastio about some pie-
ture that was to bring you fame.
What has become of it ? Are you an
artist no longer
There was a silence for a few sec.
onds ; then Roy a tswered, quickly
and gravely
EIRiNG8
Ease and Comfort
A4k' r I1 ti
.0*
sf/
e4e
Avis she was called— - shame at her own fond folly—and
p//,
Whigs! Fancy The I I
A cry from Mrs Grey interrupted fancYs oh, alloh
her; site sank upon her knees betore Laneels her happy home once more,
the picture with outstretched: artits. end Mrs.Livingsione her kind adopted
F, Ittes tender smile
.21ie sank back int() lloy's
en W131Yeeersh t thies 113611111 er
myAevhisilai ZhereLiedrte. and roving molt; rt.eall the very words
cruel sea washed her and her' father lie spoke—his earned tone—his sigh—
from ray arms. The waves restored.
What was that 'I That was not
him dead, but she was seen no more. '
fancy surely 2' She sat quite stub -s -
Where is she—oh, where its she ? Ana
her face Still covered by her heeds—
and listened; a sigh had sounded beside
Support, her, breathed like the very echo of her
itig arms speeehless, almost insensible dream; and now a voice—oh, heaven,
Mrs Livingstone hastened front the what voice I whispered her name.
Avis 1 look at me, Avis 1
She turned—she rose—gazed for one
Moment in his face as if bewildered;
then with a cry of love and joy unut.
terabit: Roy my beloved 1/sprang to
tl th f her true
the. clothes she wore
I painted the picture but never put room, but returned immediately with
it on exhibition. My mother has it in the little garments. Weekiug with
the itbrary. I have never painted love and joy, the long bereaved moths,
er identified them ell, •
A kind of chill fell on the company ; Blessed be the merciful Heaven
instinctively they. felt they were on that has kept her safely, and restored
her t-1 me after all these years And
you, my friend, turning to Mrs Living
stone, how obeli thank you for ley
love and carol Oh bring her to me.
Leb me olasp her onoe more its my
arms. VII do yoit hesitate t X opst
.,1
10 arms, On breasto
10:tfer,
You have found me 1 she cried.
You have found me
Never to lose you again, Avisl
Xever again
And your mother
Eter Works t ihnottits
gum eye.* awaited his fees itsas
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ITR poor soaps and old fashioned ways
of -washing, it is erilel and hard twee
women of advancing years to attempt
laundry work. But with the world.
famed, laborcoing
unlight Soap,
:ILnybody can do oi Wag% with cotes
parative eas6 by following the Simple directions
With "�INLZGHTu thsrs'a 50 hard
rubbing, vote knuckles, hot SUM, Stilted
Iltaks, A OW will sitoanb you.
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