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CIZAPTER XXIX,;
Three days before the papers an-
nounced the "serious illness of the
Right Honorable the Earl of Arrow -
dale," Cyril Burne sat at work upon
the beach at Lorient.
Brittany wasanything
but ta
beast-
ly place, as Jack Wesley had declar-
ed, and the prospect of golden sands,
deep blue sea and sky, and rugged
rocks ought to have, filled Cyril's ar-
tistic soul with rapture.
But - the expression on his face
was. anything but rapturous, and
he worked at his picture with the
'stolid, dogged countenance of a con-
vict pursuing his allotted task.
Every now and then he stopped
painting and stared at the canvas as
if he were looking through it, and at
"How cloth the busy bee? Well,
.tad, how goes the. picture?"
"Why, man, where did you come
from?" he demanded: "What on
earth, brings you here?"
"I will be merciful and not reply
the Havre hoot and my own legs,"
said Jack, smiling•. "Is thee° any
law, French or otherwise, which for-
bids ine to put foot on Breton
sIiore?"
"I -I couldn't tell you .how glad
I am to see you if I tried!" said
Cyril, his face flushed with the un-
expected pleasure. "I was thinlcdng
of you not ten minutes ago, I was,
indeed. now well you look, Jack!
"And how unwell you look, Cyril!'°
he retorted. smiling still, but with a
sneaking suspicion of tenderness in
his voice, for the flush had died out
such tunes his head sank upon his of •Oyril's face, and it looked,• pale
breast, and what little light had and harrassed. "What's the _natter,
been in his eyes died out, and a lad.? Brittany -air doesn't suit you?"
hopeless, sick -and -sorry look crept
over his handeorne face; a look which
teas not good to, see on the counten-
anco of a man young, clever, and
with all the world before him.
It Is scarcely necessary to say that
at these times he was thinking of
Norah. It would be rather difficult
to say when he was not thinking of
h of him
r•justthoughts •htsh
he and as her
>
S
were full of problems and unanswer-
able enigmas, so were his of her.
When a man falls in love with a
girl, he flatters himself that at least
e knows and eausderstands her na-
tare.
For instance: If any one had asked
Cyril to describe Norah, he would
have summed her up somewhat in
*his- fashion: •
"Beautiful, truthful, loving, honest
as the day to all the world, and
faithful to me- unto death!"
Iuid this girl, this pearl among
women, had quietly and coolly jilt-
ed him; and, had either grown tired
of hint in a few days, or thrown him
over at the behest of her father.
The more he thought '`:her and
her desertion of hiin,',:su'more bit-
ter he became, the more puzzled and
the more miserable. For, notwith-
standing her treatment of hiin, he
knew that he loved her still -that if
t turnt his 1
him.and whistlet
she chose o to l a w
flim to her side he must fly- to her, 1
and kneel at her feet just as much'
her worshipper and slave as he had
ever been. •
In the words of the Persian poet
Sadi, ho had given his heart to her,
and could not take it back.
Behind him, perched on the cliffs,
was the' house which Lord Newall.
bad built for himself, but his lord-
ship had gone away and left ' Cyril
sole master. In fact, his lordship
had found the young artist so gloomy
and morose a companion that ho
could not stand him for longer than
a week, and had flown in self
iletensse,
Cyril would have flown, too; quite'
a hundred times a day he had been
assailed by an intense longing 'to.
kick his unfinished picture into the
Hen and start .off somewhere, or any-
where; but he had learned something
else beside the kack of painting, and
that was that for his complaint there
was noremedy half so eificaci6us as
hard work. He could manage to
forget Norah -say, for a quarter of
an hour at a time -while he was
painting, and he felt that if he threw
np his work and wandered off noth-
ing to do but brood over his trouble
be should probably go road.
So, he worked on silently and
moodily. The good people of Lor-
i fent, who are sociable enough if you
rub them the right way, could _m eke
nothing of the youngpainter ivho
was staying at "milord's" house.
The !nen got nothing to answer to
their genial ''lion jour, monsieur,,,
blit'a growl, and the: girls -most of
whore are terrible pretty -might as
well have east their; seniles at the
rocks and stones as bestow them up-
on the handsome young foreigner who
did nothing but paint, paint, paint,
or tramp, tramp, tramp, up and
down the sea -shore."
They called him -"The Silent Eng -
Usher.
On this particular afternoon he
venton painting; an.c1thinking till
;:Ito failing light warned hint that it
was time to leave off painting and
take to thinking only, and ho was
just, about to rise and put his things
ego( hoe, whenhe heard a step . on
the beach behind hirci.
ide did not turn his head, because
when he (lid so, the peasants, ;who
and occasionally strayed from the
nehin across the beach, would: persist
to yieg to tali: to him, and he kept
his eyes fixed sullenly before hien ung
tn. the footsthps came close behilsd'
dine and e voice emit;
"tleott-atanir
t
Oh, I'm all right."
"And this is the picture? . snail
Jack, standing before it,
"Yes. What de you think of it?t'
'Pretty; very. I like the composi-
tion.
omposition. That piece of graygreen is
good,. decidedly goad."
Then he stooped anil looked hard
at it, and weYnhestehincl the easel and
stared at theEtec'd fit.''
"What on ptve r,;an
for? you looking
,aft c,tai
y $.
,
v
11
askedu
"The 11ea:;S iILE butis`eed ' Jack
ironically: grselves. '
"You. mash ,„;.-.s:'el-LIST `and" not
flnci heseis -ire said, bitterly, "because
"`,:.Here is no heart in it. But never
mind the picture. Here, help me
;with these things, and let us get up
teho th u
se.,,
They shouldered -the easel and
things and climbed the beach, talk-
ing as they went, and Jack noticed
that Cyril talked continuously, as
if he were afraid of a pause.
They reached the house, and Were
soon seated at the meal which served
Cyril as dinner and supper combined.
"Anti now tell me • all the news,
old man," he -said. "Try some of
•nosy you are bete, I know- how I
now you aro here, I know now I
have missed you!
above pittnre of the
man and fish is the trade-
mark of Scott's,Emulsion
and is the synonym for
.
strength and putty. It is sold
in almost all the civilized coun-
tries
ountries of the globe.
If the cod fish became extinct
1 t
it would be a world -'gide ca1Am-
"rJ.'hat's nice:. In absence the heart "You are agood fellow, ,lack, and
g'z'osys fonder. Yes, no't a ball cigar, reason for being fond of you;
Sa'ews-there is none. Tho Ilouse of alxcl x adlnire you., les, nay aamira-
Conantons--•.-,, tion ruins on all Wawa with fray love
"Hans. the arouse of CorsiMonsl and gratitude but sullen I.. hear you
talk like that I .want to laugh; 1
want to laugh be4dly, You talk like
a book, but like .a boob, that de-
t;cribes mountain scenery lay a mail
who has never been higher that Prim-
rose Hill, You're a poet, but you
don't know what love znt,ans-you
haven't the .A• 13 0 of it even, • Did
wort never see a woman who .tot bed
your heart?"he wound up, savagely.
"That's a straight question, and
deserves a straight answer: Judge
for yourself. Y.ou said just now that
I was, the lion of this 'off season.
That may or may not be. ' Anyhow,
for some reason best known to
themselves, the people who collect
lions i*ti: their drawing -rooms have
done mo the honor to ask me to go
and roar• -or bray -in then' of late,
Generally I refuse, but the other
night I went to one of their eon-
fout dod receptions. The card of m-
vitation was marked 'small and
early.' There was a terrific crush,
and everybody came late. I poked
my nose inside the door, and not
liking the prospect of being jostled
in a hot room, was bolting, when a
woman I didn't know from Eve, but
who turned out to be the lady of
the house who had asked me, came
uA, and after saying something pleas-
ant, offered to introduce me to a
young lady who was a lioness. She
hadn't written a volume of Poems,
or committed any cringe of that kind,
but she was simply famous for her
beauty and her -emu -ins, as the old-
fashioned•writer•s used to put it."
Cyril sank into his chair and, lean-
ing his headupon his hand, listened
rather listlessl3, .
"I'xn not a painter," went on Jack
"and so I can't describe her I only'
know that -well, she took my breath
away. I dare say there are many
more beautiful women in the world,
I haven't taken much stock' of them
in the flesh; mine are horn in my
Imagination; but this young person
`fetched' iw in a manner peculiawand
strange. She was neither dark nor,
fair. I remember she had a kind of.
reef -gold hair, anti that her face had
very little color in it -what we
writers call ivory -white, if T mistake
not; and her eyes -I don't think I
can tell you . their color. They might
have been brown, but I am not sure
they were not blue; let's say they
were violet. And when she • spoke, a
faint, shadowy kind of smile came
I've heard oY your success, Jack, and
x meant to write to you, he added,
rather . shamefacedly, "but though 1
haven't written, you know I'm glad
enon'gh I alit eys knew you'd be
famous The paper I saw the review
of your book insaid you were the,
cozuzug poet, and for once a Pangs'
diel not lie. And .1 suppose you are
the lion of the off season, and will
roar all through the next one, Dear
old Jackt"
"Not much of a lion. 1 expert
you'll do all the roaring, and none
of the rest of us will be able to make
ourselves heard.
"lily roar will be a whine. I'na
good for nothing; a failure of the
very first magnitude. But go on.
Instead of going on, Jack, after a
glance at him, looked round the
room, which was furnished like te
fashionable hunting box, but lined
with pictures, among them being
some of 0yril's earlier ones, show-
ing that 'Lord Newall had taken a
very solid fancy to Cyril's worn,
"Comfortable quarters you've got.
I3ut, by the way, where is Lord
Newall, for of course, this is his
place? I beg his lordship's pardon
for not thinking of him before,"
"Oh, he's gone. Ho was to have
stayed for a month, but he found a
week of my genial society sufficient.
Ile fled the festive scene which my
cheery presence was rapidly trans -
loaning; into a third-class funeral."
"And how did he like the picture?"
asked Jack: .
"I don't think he liked it all, if 1
may judge from his remarks. Eo
observed that it wasn't up to my
usual form,, and I could have ior
given
himr-if I
hadn't felt that ho
spoke the truth!"
"A little off color?" said Jack.
"Yes, but I shall be all right now.
I wanted' a glimpse of you, old man,
that was what I wanted. There will
be some heart in the daub, now,
you'll see." .
"And when do you come back?"
"Never. Mat is, I'm not sure. I
shan't hurry; I like Brittany. It suits
me; it's lonely and , quiet and
"I3etter than Sautleigh? 'put in
Jack, - quietly.
"Yes, better than' Santleigh. :Jack,
if you love me, don'tmention the
place -not to -night, at any rate,
There aro chords in the human
heart----"
"What's' the _natter with • Sant
Leigh? I thought the presence of .a.
certain young lady 'beautifzel it and
made it a distinct and precious par-
adise."
"For God's sake, don't chaff rne,
Jack," he. said, and bis voice shook.
"If you .knew all—"
"Tell
me all," said Jack, quietly.
"Dian, I can't" broke out Cyril,.
in a smothered voice. "Its, had
enough to. think•.af; "ixelpossible to
alit into words."
"What has happened? Is she dead?
"That's a goon word, Jack. Yes,
she is dead -dead to me, at airy rate.
Jack, I've been almost mad. I think
if you bad not turned up this even-
ing, I really should have gone mel-
ancholy silly. Don't say a word,
and I'll tell you -I've lost her!"
Jack was silent a moment as he
slowly refilled his pipe.
"You've lost her?" he said; fiuiet,
ly. "That bears rather a wide sig-
nificance.
ignificanee. What do you mean?"
"Do you want the proper word in
all its vulgar brutality?" asked Cyril
alMost savagely. '13ave it, then!
She has jilted me! There, now. you
know what's the matter with me,
and why you can't find any heart
in my picture.I've no heart to
t
put into it. Yes, she has jilted me
thrown nig over as she would cast
aside a worn-out glove, and 1'n3. such
a miserable imitations of a man that
I'm wearing myself into a shadow
over her.
I3o laughed bitterly..
"You know what the Spanish pro-
verb says, that 'man was made for
woman, and woman was made for
herself.' And it is true by Heaven!
'icor if she is false -and she is -there
is not a true, unselfish woman in the
world."
That's rather a large order," said
Jack, wider his breath. "Why nes
she thrown you over, lad?"
"Ask of, the winds tba,t blow at.
even. Why shouldn't she, you mean?
Why should the daughter of an earl
be faithful to a man who she thinks
is only a poor devil of an artist? I
know it all, I can see it all. heaven.
knows I've thought enough about it
tq enable me to arrive at the truth!
It was all very well while lavas with
her, but when she was left to herself,
to think of what she had none, to
face the fear of her father -and yet --
oh, Jack, I believed in her up to the
hilt!„
"Why don't you write to her?"
"Why don't I? Oh, my good
Caesar, what a question! I have
written to tier -twice. I put my
heart into the letter, though I
haven't into the picture. I iznplorod
her -there, that's enough! I 'begged
her to write me one worn, and -'the
rest is silence,' as Hamlet says."
She would not even write?"
"She: would riot even write a
word," said Cyril, grimly. "Not
even the word `Get" Great 'Heaven,
ity, : becant3e the sail that, colales
when I think of her I wonder whetlr-
1 v
erurs--tl a 'driven snow
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from its liver surpasses alloth
fats in nourishing; and life-giving
properties. Thirty years ago
the proprietors of Scott's Emul-
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cod liver oil so that emery one can
take it and get the full value of
the oil without the objectionable
taste. Scott's Emulsion is the
best thing inthe world for weak,
backward children, thin, delicate
people, and all conditions of
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646, Ana fl.dtt Atli drngelato.
seenied•.liot so ptire, so ansullied as
she was. And so brave --nothing
should separ;ite us, ;she said over and
over again. I. can hem her tow."
He looked before hiin with fixed
eves,as if,, indeed, he heard Norah's
voice, and . his heael sank upon his
breast, '
it was a 'c!reani and sweet ,
°tough while It lasted; its the awak-
ing that is so bast. And it is bail,
old matt.,'
"'.Ani areyou awake?" said :Tack:
"That's something; for Heaven's
sake, keep sot I'm sorry for you,
lad; but, after, all, there'll something
besides love in. the world. It woul,
he a bad sort of world for tall of tis
�
, r
if there weren't. t. You've your art
left; ;you that's the ixifetress who
never botreers yeti,. never! Stick to
her, lad, .pay your idevotiete of Isar
ebr1ne, and reap your rewaf ease
over her face like the play of _noon -1
a12 1 p etica yourpar-
tlhiis took a letter from his pocket."73ere
don if T grow it is. Sce!" He tore it into frag-
a
lady deserved cl all the poetry monts and tossed it into the wood
a rnau could grind out. I3ez: voice- fire burnin on the o,
I heard her before I spoke to hen , , g pen hearth.
was like music; not the loud obtru- `I m awake now, thanks to you,
sive kind of music, but soft and low; : and there goes the great -the one
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Galas" Mortal
the sort that steals over you and sweet. dream of my Iife! Fill
sets your
heart aching with p esj yyour glass
J ap;-ftll it aP
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drislc pirelition to all wunren:"and pan. "at= nixed."
,yr'et, as-aart -- -
"She was dressed,
a esse well,. I suppose
she was the best dressed woman in
the room. I'm not a painter; but if
I were, I'd try to paint that girl,
and when I'd succeeded -but I never
should succeed -I'd remark, 'Finis,'
andlaY down
y brush.""You are in love with her!"
"Just so. I was. I forgot all the
rest of the people. I was deaf to the
noise of the idiots cackling and
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at the piano who had been making
life a burden to me. I thought of GRADING AND PACKING FRUITS.
nothing but this beautiful creature: •
with the face of an angel -angel be Care in picking and handling fruit
hanged; a woman! -and I thought: is of vital importance writes Geo. T.
`Jack, lay friend, if you ever fall in Powell. Baskets should be used but
love, fall in love with some one like ,never.. bags. The apples after picking
this, if you can find another like here should be turned carefully from the
1' or here, enshrined in this lovely baskets into crates holding a bushel.
casket, is a Heart of surpassing ten- These should be drawn to the pack-
deraces and bath. Ire is the great.in2 building and carefully asorted
prize for which, mankind is ever •and graded and packed. From the crates
ever striving. Here is a pears and a ort one side, as seen in the illustra-
ruby, not to say a diamond, above tion, the apples are assorted and
Price, If ever purity and . nnselfgh- graded into the pockets. The packers
aces; and innocence of all sordid on the other side 'of the table wrap
emotions dwelt in a human heart, and pack into 40 or 50 -pound stan-
they dwell in ._the heart of this ex- card boxes. In packing, corrugated
quisite specimen of womanhood. Her Pasteboard caps are used in the
smile is asthe perfume of Shiraz; boxes and on both ends "of the bar -
her voice is like that of the ttutle rely Life illustration of a 50 -pound
that- flies: over Daanascus; her face isbow- of Baldwins handsomely displays
a dream and a delight—" the fruit. We pack three glades.
Cyril groaned again, Norah .flitted Tho Agraeeo, is the finest and every
before him.specimen is perfect; the 13 grade is
"And then 3 spoke to her. 11nd°she of the samequality, but- smaller. The
sinned. I thought I would try and 0 grade; which is good but not r so
win her good Srace, for-olr! my perfect, is packed in baurels. T.he
frite d, I happened to know the. man B ance is evaporated. Even the
who loved her, and I thought can- skins and Bores are saved and ex-
ported. -
1 tl t hld b ported.
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nziwon ri
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a blush to her face, and I sale]• Five woinen and three men will
sometl�• filo this: 'I trust you will work up 100 bushels apples a 'flay.
not receive e ane altogether as a sit an- TRADE.
a ,
A bushel of apples will make from
one to catch the buyer by its attract
tive color. It is always disappoint
ing,. wherever grown or by whom
used. There is no sound reason fon
growing a variety of a low grade
quality when the juicy Jonathan and.
Grimes Golden nnay be grown 'squalls
welli u
in the south or southwest. IY
the north the high -flavored Greening,
Spy and . Wing, . which will bear .as
ivantaap entre ..a better v
and the trees live longer. '0"�"' a
To increase the consumptioe a
article it must appeal to that✓ as
sumer, upon whom the growewn
tirely dependent. Only apple•
1 . on
ce 1 nt flavor, and there
e an
are,.
of sucb, should be grown a
to the market, honestly paha
the consumption of •this sae
best of all fruits, woul
crease. Evidence of ' ,'. s is
the fact that the lainiwest quail
pies do not change in valu2.:ae.
seasons of plenty or of scarcity. 'Iiia'
apples from Orchard farm are ship-
ped to foreign markets, excepting a
liberal portion whish we put in cold
storage for our home markets.
One of the great advantages to a
community of an extensive awn-,
dustry is that of the intense,
Is awakened in women and the.
pw find who tan c n • i
oz en al na people, a
g
fztable employment. Boys of 16 z..� ,-,
frequently as useful in many phases
of the work as men. Young women"
soon become experts in grading and
packing the fruit. It gives them
healthful omplpoyment while the earn-
ings are satisfactory. The cost of
wrapping a 40 -pound box of apples
at first will be 5 cents. Wits e_•.cper_
ience this may be 'reduced to 8 cents.
To wrap a barrel of apples will 'coat
from 15 to 20 cents. We find fruit
that is wrapped keeps much ' quger
and with much less loss. ` yyte the
,change to ' lo* -headed-• -and
trees, thinning of the fruit will be
done in the future. This will reduce
the quantity of the Lower grades and
improve the standard of the first.
arAI�.Il1 f BUTTER FOR PRIVATE
ger, for I Bolsi as friend the man who 5 to 1 pounds of eve fruit
loves you, Lady: Norah, -Cyril according to the variety. "There
should be fewer apples put into bar
-
owand boxes and more sent to
"What! He you seen her? It '
was Norah?" '
"It was Lady Norah Ariowdale.
"Anel -what did she say?"
"Site'. said -in her musical deice,"
Burne., ".
the evaporator. Ilio apple market
for eastern fruit is unsatisfactory
much of the time, for the reason of
bad peeking. Somuch inferior fruit
he said,. grimly, "you are rnistz~• e1n; is put into the barrels, and especial-
hir. Cyril Burne is nore f]S1. 9f; ly in the middle with the ends top -
Ur.
" ped off with good looking o.pples,
fell from Jack's ck's sltoul- that buy,1rs have no confidence in
Cyril's hand e a
: the the packing: They cannot guarantee
der, and he cropped back into
his face in his hands. tine fruits, arid. fix the price upon the
chair and hid z a poorest grade in the barrel. !Tints
Jack rose and laid both hands on sloes not pay the grower. •
his shoulders.
"And then I knew that either some
devilish work hacl come between this
lovely creature an,dtheman who
loved her, or that a, woman could be
as fairr as Eve, look as tender as a
'1 in the morning dery and et bd
MY g y are
y able varieties ,wanted in ear lots.
utterly Heartless, and I resolved to Such fruit will command higher
go to my friend and help him smash v iu n •1 li lot i:t ' 'i'id
u his illusions flet lsifn tear drat a o tha s io s of m ed ro s.
ri p lint few va,ret%es should be grown
.
lata, Dlor'g'ana from his heart, and in commercial orchards, and rhos®
be a rnau again:. I inquired about only of
her afterward, and I heard that the ;
e a 'liL 2IItFII Srl'1TALI'PY•
man who won her heart -if she:. psis- '•
sessed ono—was a certain teeildford Where the locality is suitable, , the
Bottom--•-•" following may be planted as stir;nti-
Cyril s'tarted. Ord varieties; For early Astrachan,
saw hiin before I carne .
away.
awa . Williams, Yellow Transparent,
Sweet
A good-looking man -just the man Bough,Autumn, Dntchess, Gfovea
to touch a statue in the semblance stein, Pall
Strawberry, Pall Pippin
of -'a woman; lust the man to take and Mclntosh. For winter, Bald -
effect upon— Stop. Don't : hoed win, Sutton Beauty, King, Rhode
what I said, lade ByHeaven.! even Island Greening, Spy, Netvtotvn,
as I. s p okay the recollctions of her face Esopu3 Spitzenburgand ' found
broke I n Upon on
p Ina, and I cannot -I Sweet,
cannot believe her falser aye, • even The lien 'Davis and apples of ita
With her own words 111 my eters,—.00 class, are grown by those whose
"1 know Oh ,1 know! She 110 standard is one of pure commercial',
cast her :. all over yen' But -but- ism. (J."o: grow these is an imposition
d !written to ,her -4 'Oen the eolisunrer,';tor, .,`the ari yl
towJack.s to godIt! li kom owlls ono
quality the Ben Pavia' posetaSete is
Apple growing in the future win be
'clone nioro by specialists, , Larger
orchards will be planted so that all
of the modern improved facilities
may be emplb?ed in ctiltero, and the
employment of expert litbor. Desir-
The milk is run ' through a head;
separator morning and night, eae
ly after milking.. The cream .,
away in the cellar, care being tali;,,
to have it properly cooled before
turning in with other cream. Unless
this is done white flakes will appear
in the butter. In waren weather the
churn every other day it the summer
not churning' airy cream that has
been separated within 2.1 hours,
keeping that in another cream pail,:
toward the next churning. \\,e use?:
a barrel churn, have the texnperatttr ..
of the cream. about 60 degrees, at:
use a little butter color.
The churn is stopped as so:';
the butter comes in smfd ,a ".-
The buttermilk is drawn
butter is Mashed in two wilt ars, the
taken srp in a bowl and salted tc
suit our customers. Sontn likb jii
ounce of salt to a peund, of butter,
but more yrefer an ounce unit a It l
1 a f.
Tho butter is, worked just enaouf3? to
distribute fire salt. It is their set
away for two or three hours, aVhez
it is worked a very little and packew
in flee and ten -pound jars.
The crocks are covered with white
cheesecloth and then with wrapping
paper neatly tied over ther: They
are now ready to be delivered to sen•
customers. We do not use .ice. 'Very
cold well water and a good cellar
prevent our having soft butter ns we
slid iii former days when :We worked
in ilia old way.
Senior Partner -"Didn't you twill^ the
now bo call . au ',Tones' t i t a» '"
y y , es h nnrn4.'1g2
Junior Pnrtnel'--"Yes; but, ht's only
been b,ere a week. You give Win -Utile,
Ile Won't be'gi1'i t0 :Cell mo 'li2fl' 24(4hi
nett week:'