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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1915-07-15, Page 7Maly 1 5t17, 1915 THE WIN HAMVX TIMES t7 n Peg 0' My Heart BY J. HARTLEY MANNERS Copyright, 1915, by Dodd, Mead & Company CHAPTER XVI. «I'd be happier with me father." a* OMETHING may be saved from the wreck," reasoned Mrs. Chichester more hopefully. "Until I get really started," -said Alarle with a sense of climax. Mrs. Chichester turned to her daugh- ter. "Ethel?" "Whatever you decide, mamma." • Mrs. Chichester thought a moment, then decided. "I'11 do it," she said .determinedly. "It will be hard, but !I'll do it." She went slowly and de- liberately to Mr. Hawkes, who by this time had disposed of all his documents .and was preparing to go. A look in :'Mrs. Chichester's face stopped him. aIle smiled at her. "Well?" he asked. "For the sake of the memory of :my dead sister, I will do as Nathaniel wished," said Mrs. Chichester, with :great dignity and self abnegation. Mr. Hawkes breathed a sigh of re- lief. "Good!" be said. "I'm delighted.' It as splendid. Now that you have decid- ed so happily there Is one thing more 1 must tell you. The young lady is not to be told the conditions of the will unless at the discretion of the execu- tors should some crisis arise. She will be to all intents and purposes—your :guest. In that way we may be able ,to arrive at a more exact knowledge -of her character. Is that understood?" The family signified severally and " -. collectively that it was. "And now," beamed the lawyer, hap- py at the fortunate outcome of a .sit- . nation that a few moments before seemed so strained, "where is your . bell?" Marie Indicated the bell. "May 1 ring?" asked the lawyer. "Certainly," replied Alaric. Mr. Hawkes rang. Alaric watched him curiously. "Want :.a sandwich or something?' Hawkes smiled benignly on the un - 'fortunate family and rubbed his hands together self satis6edly, "Now '!' would like to send for the young lady—the heiress." "Where is she?" asked Mrs. Chiehes- ter. • "She arrived from New York this morning, and 1 brought her straight here. 1 bad to call on n client. so I .gave ber your address end told ber to •come here and wait" • At the word "welt" an uneasy feel•• Mg took possession of Ethel. That was the word used by that wretched little creature who had so rudely intruded upon her and Brent. Could it be pos- sible— The footman entered nt that mo .ment. The lawyer questioned him. "Is there a young Indy waiting for •Mr. Hawkes?" "A yunng lady, sir? No, sir," an• •swered Jarvis. Mr. flawkes was puzzled. What in . the world had become of her? He told • the cabman distin(•tly where to go. .larvas opened the door to go out when a thought suddenly occurred to ,him. He turned hack and spoke to the lawyer: "There's a young person sitting in •the kitchen- crime up and knocked at •the door and saki she had to wait nn• etil a gentleman coiled. C'an't get non - int; out of her Elawkes brightened up. "rl'hat must he ,Vise flTisseell," hp sai(i Ile tumid lo t!r•. ('hl1•hesler and asked 1101 tt 'u' 0,1c111 h1111:1 11(0 young 11141 111 Igoe V "My niece u1 the hitvhen!" said firs. 4 Cltiehest: r to the unfortunate footman. "Surely you should know the differ- ON111.1•11f MOM.* For 7 Years -Was Troubled With Her Liver. , Milburn's Laxa-Liver Pelts CURED HER Mrs. E. L. Hurst, 61 Symington Ave., 'Toronto, Ont., writes: "I have been troubled with my stomach and liver ..for the past seven years; also have had • constipation, causing headache,e, back- ache and dizzy spells, and I would alma: t . fall down, I tried all kinds of remedies • without obtaining any relief. I com- menced using Milburn's Laxa-Liver Pill, and they have cured tae. I have Scoop. - mended then to many of my friends, and .they are all very much pleased with tl.e results they have obtained from tl.cir use." Milburn's Lasa -Liver Pills are the original so be sure and get "Nlilburn's" .when ycu ask for theta. Trice, x5e, a vial or 5 for w1.O0, at all dealers or mailed direct on receipt cf price by 'I'lie T. Milburn Co., Limited, .Teronto, Ont, ence between my niece and a servant!" "1 an truly sorry, madam," replied Jarvis in distress, "but there was noth- ing to tell." "Another such mistake and you can leave my employment," Mrs. Chiches- ter added severely. Jarvis pleaded piteously: "Upon my word, madam, no one could tell," "That will do!" thundered Mrs. Chi- chester. "Bring my niece here—at once!" The wretched Jarvis departed on his errand. muttering to himself: "Wait until they see her. Who in the world could tell she was their relation?" Mrs. Chichester was very angry. "it's monstrous!" she exclaimed. "Stoopid!" agreed Alaric. "Doocid stoopad." Ethel said nothing. The one thought that was passing through ber mind was, "Plow much did that girl hear Brent say, and how much did she see Mr. Brent do?" liawkes tried to smooth the misun- derstanding out - "I am afraid it was all my fault," he explained. "I told her not to talk—just to say that she was to wait. 1 want- ed to hare an opportunity to explain matters before Introducing ber." "She should have been brought straight to me," complained Mrs. Chi- chester. "The poor thing!" Then with a feeling of outraged pride she said: "My niece in the kitchen—a Kingsnorth mistaken for a servant!" The door opened and Jarvis came into the room. 'There was a look of half triumph on his face as much as Mrs. Chichester Was Angry; Ethel Said Nothing. to say: "Now, who would not make a mistake like that? Who could tell this girl was your niece?" He beckoned Peg to come into the room. Then the Chichester family received the second shock tbey had experienced. that day—one compared with which the failure of the bank paled into in- significance. When they saw the strange, shabby, red haired girl slouch into the room with her parcels and that disgraceful looking dog they felt the hand of misfortune had indeed fallen upon them. As Peg wandered into the room Mrs. Chichester and Alaric looked at her in horrified ntunzemeut. Ethel took one swift glance at her and then turned her attention to Pet, Jarvis looked reproachfully at Mrs. Chichester as mucb as to say, "What did 1 tell you?" and went out. Alaric whispered to his mother: "Oh, I say, really, you know—it Isn't true! It can't be." Pet suddenly saw Michael and began. to bark furiously at him. Michael re- sponded vigorously until Peg quieted him. At this juncture Mr. Hawkes came forward and, taking Peg gently by the arra, reassured ber by saying: "Come here, my dear. Come here. Don't be frightened. We're all your friends" 11e brought Peg over to Mrs. Chi- chester, who was staring at her with tears of mortification in her eyes. When Peg's eyes met her aunt's she bobbed a little courtesy she used to do as a child whenever She met some of the gentlefolk. Mrs. Chichester went cold when she saw the gauche act. Was it possible that this creature was her sister Ain- gelh's child? It seemed Incredible. "What Is your name?! she asked sternly. "Peg, ins ata" "What?" "Sure, me name's Peg, ma'am," end she bobbed another little courtesy. Mrs. Chichester cloned her eyes and shivered. She asked Alaric to ring. As Ih it young ggttellla:O.,pasaed,Ethot. Mi 65wr y' t"a'"'iEie bell ehe said: "It - can't really be true; Eh, Ethel?" "Quaint," was all bis sister replied. Hawkes genially drew Peg's atten- tion to ber aunt by introducing her; "This, lady Is Mra. Chichester --your aunt." Peg looked at her doubtfully a moment, then turned to Hawkes and asked him: "Where's me uncle?" "Alas, my dear child, your uncle is dead!" "Dead!" exclaimed Peg in surprise. "Afther sendin' for me?" "He died just before you sailed." added Huwkes. "God rest his soul," said Peg piously, "Sure, if 1'd known that I'd never have come at all. I'm too late,' then. (good day to ye," and she started for the door. Mr. Hawkes stopped her. "Where are you going?" "Back to me father." "Oh, nonsense!" "But 1 must go back to me father if me uncle's dead." "It was Air. Kingsnorth's last wish that you should stay here under your annt's care. So she has kindly con- sented to give you a home." Peg gazed at Mrs. Chichester curi- ously. "Have ye?" she asked. Mrs. Chichester, with despair in ev- ery tone, replied, "I have!" "Thank ye," said Peg, bobbing an- other little courtesy. Mrs. Chichester gazed at Peg and covered her eyes with her band as if to shut out some painful sight. Peg looked at Mrs. Chichester and at the significant action. There was no mistaking its significance. It convey- ed dislike and contempt so plainly that Peg felt it through her whole nature. Sbe turned to Alaric and found him re- garding her as though she were sone strange animal. Ethel did not deign to notice ber, She whispered to Hawkes: "I can't stay here." "Why not?" asked the lawyer. • "I'd be happier with me father." said Peg. "You'll be quite happy here—quite." "We're not wanted here. Michael!" she murmured. The terrier looked up at her and then buried his head under her arm as though ashamed. Jarvis came in response to the ring at that moment, bearing a pained„mar tyr-like expression on bis face. Mrs. Chichester directed him to take away Peg's parcels and the dog. Peg frightenedly clutched the terrier. "Oh, no, ma'am,” she pleaded. "Plaze lave Michael with me. Don't take him away from me." "Take it away," commanded Mrs. Chichester severely, "and never let it inside the house again." "Well. if ye don't want him, inside ger house ye don't want me inside yer house." Peg snapped back. Rewires pleaded. "Nol" said Peg firmly. , "I will not give him up." The lawyer tried again to take the dog from her. "Come, Miss O'Connell; you really must be reasonable." "I don't care about being reasona- ble," replied Peg. "Michael was given to me by me father, an' he's not very big. an' he's not a watchdog; he's a pet dog—an' look!" She caught sight of Ethel's little poodle, and, with a cry of self justification, she said: "See, she has a.dog in the house— right here in the house. Look at it!" And she pointed to where the little ball of white wool lay sleeping on Eth- el's lap. • Then Peg laughed heartily. "I didn't know what it was until it moved." CHAPTER XVII. Peg and the Chichester Family. EG finally weakened under Mr. Hawkes' powers of persuasion. Patting t Michael on the head, . p 8 she said to the footman: "Ye won't hurt him, will ye?" Michael at that stage licked her hand and whined, as though he knew they were to be separated. Peg comforted him and went on: "An' I'd be much obliged to ye it ye'd give him some Nether an' a bone. He loves mutton bones." Peg looked down and found Alaric sitting at a desk near the door staring at her in disgust. He was such a funny looking little fellow to Peg that she could not feel any resentment toward him. -His sleek, well brushed hair; his carefully creas- ed and admirably cut clothes, his melt sufficiency and, above all, his absolute assurance that whatever be did was right amused Peg immensely. He was an entirely new type of young man to her, and she was interested. She smiled at him now in a friendly way and said: "Ye must know Michael is simply crazy about mutton. He loves ,mutton." Alaric turned indignantly away from her. "Come here!" called Mrs. Chichester. Peg walked over to her, and when she got almost beside the old lady she turned to have another glimpse at Alaric and gave him a little, chuckling, good natured laugh. "Look at mel" commanded Mrs. Chi- chester sternly. "Yes, ma'am," replied Peg, with a dosed e s Mrs Chichester Uttl courtesy. her eyes tor a moment. What was to be done with this barbarian? Why should this affliction be thrust upon her? Then ebe thought of the thou- sand pounds a year. She opened her eyes and looked severely •tat Peg. "Don't call me 'ma'am!'" she said. "No, ma'am." replied Peg nervously, then instantly corrected herself. "No, anti No, ant!" "Aunt!" said Mrs. Chichester haugh- ti1y. "Aunt, not ant." Alaric commented to Ethel: "Ante Like soma little crawly in - Her Nerves Were So Bad Thought She Would Go Out of fuer Mind. Mrs, Hoilas Knox, 45 Harding St„ St. John, N.B., writes: "I suffered greatly with any nerves, I could not sleep at night, 1 111 work, and the least little thing worked on my mind and bothered me. Last winter I thought I would go out of my mind, I would screech out, and my mother really thought I was going crazy with my nerves, It was so terrible I would hold nay head and cry. I tried two doctors but they did not do me any good, I Thought 1 would tell you that today I am perfectly cured by using three boxes of Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills, and I can recommend them to all sufferers from nervous troubles -so you can tell everyone that they are'the only thing that did me any good." Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are 50c per box or 3 boxes for $1.25, at all dealers or mailed direct on receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. Peg beard him, looked at Niro and laughed. He certainly was odd. Then she looked at Ethel, then at Mr. !Hawkes, then all around the room, as U she missed some one. l inally she faced Mrs. Chichester again. "Are you me Uncle Nat's widdy?" "No, 1 am not," contradicted the old lady sharply. "Then how are you me—aunt?" de- manded Peg. "1 am your mother's sister," replied Mrs. Chichester. "Oh!" cried Peg. "Then your name's Monica ?" "It 1s." "What do ye think of that?" said l'eg under her breath. She surrepti- tiously opened out the miniature and looked at it; then site st'ratinized her aunt. She Shook her head. "Ye don't look tt bit like me poor mother did." "Mat have you there?" asked Mrs. Chichester. "Me poor mother's picture," replied Peg softly. "Let me see it," and Mrs. Chichester held out her band for it. Peg showed it to Mrs. Chichester, all the while keeping a jealous hold on the corner of the frame. No one would ever take it away from her. The old lady looked at it intently. Finally she said: "She had changed very much since I last saw her—and in one year." "Sorrow an' poverty did that, Aunt Monica," and the tears sprang unbid- den into Peg's eyes. "Aunt will be quite sufficient. Put it away," and Mrs. Chichester released the miniature. "Sit down," directed the old lady. Peg sprawled into a chair with a great sigh of relief. "Thank ye, ant—aunt," she said. Then she looked at them all alternate- ly and laughed heartily: • "Sure I had no idea in the wurrld 1 had such fine relations, although, of course. my father often said to me, 'Now, Peg,' be would say, 'now; Peg, ye've got some grand folks on yer mother's side' "— "Folks! Really—Ethel!" cried Alaric disgustedly. "Yes, that's what he said—grand yolks on me mother's side." Mrs. Chichester silenced Peg. "That will do. Don't sprawl in that way. Sit up. Try to remember where you are. Look at your cousin," and the mother indicated Ethel. Peg sat up demurely and looked at Ethel. She chuckled to herself as she turned back to Mrs. Chichester: "Is she me cousin? "She is," replied the mother. "And I am, too"—said Alaric—"Cous- in Alaric" Peg looked him all over and laughed openly. Finally she asked Mrs. Chi- chester the following amazing ques- tion: "Where's ber husband?" Ethel sprang to her feet. She was to be disgraced before ber family by that beggar brat. Mrs Chichester said in astonishment, 0 mbhammuldbamikaaagial Your Liver is Clogged up That's Why You're Tired--Oirt of Sorts—Harm AO Appetite. CARTER'S Ll1 TLE LIVER PILLS will put you right in a few days. They do their duty. Cure Conati- lr mer, Indigestion, and Sid fhaefaclie. al 1 Pill, Small Note Small Price. Genuine must boar Signature "ASI- husband?' "Ire's," replied Peg insistently. "I saw her husband when I came it1 here first. I've been in this room before. ye know. I came in through those windows, an' 1 saw her an' her hus- band. She was" "What in heaven's name deal she mean?" pried Alaric. Peg persisted, "I tell ye It was ehe sent me to the kitchen.—sbe an' him." "Him? Who in the world does she mean?" from Alaric. "To whom does she refer, Ethel?" from Mrs Chichester. "Mr. Brent," said Ethel with ade. mirable self control. She was on thin ice, but she must keep calm. Mrs. Chichester looked relieved. Peg went on: "Sure, she thought 1 was a servant lookin for a place, an' Mr, Hawkes told me not to say a word until he eame-an' I didn't say a word." Mr. Hawkes now broke In: "My time is short. Miss O'Connell, it was your uncle's wish that you should make your home here with Mrs. Chi- chester. She will give you every possi- ble advantage to make you a happy, well cared for, charming young lady." Peg laughed. "Lady? Me? Sure now"— "You must do everything she tells you. Try to please her in all things. On the first day of every month 1 will The Butler Took Michael; Peg Asked Him Not to Hurt the Dog. call and find out what progress you're malting. And now I must take my leave." Be picked up his hat and cane from the table. Peg sprang up breathlessly and frightenedly. Now that Mr. Ilawkes was going she felt deserted. Be had at least been gentle unci considerate to her. She tugged it his sleeve anti looked straight up into his face with tier big blue eyes wide open and pleaded: "i'lttze, sir, take mo tvit.h ye an ,end Inc back to Nen' York.) 1'd rather go home. !n(lade ► would, I don't want to be a lady. 1 want me. father Plaze take rue with ye." "Oh, come, come"— Mr. Ilawkes be BurIt, ts' th want to go back to e tattier. " .udade I do." Ileo eyes filled with tears. "13e mightn't like ale to stn, here now that me uncle's deed.' "\\'hy, it was your uncle's last wish that you should c0m0 here, Your In• they will be delight (1 at your good fortune." Ile gently pressed her hack into the chair and lin:i'ed pleasantly and reassuringly clown :It her. Just when he had negotiated every- thing most satisfactorily to have l'eg endeavor to upset it :ill was most dis rnrbing. Lie went on again: "Your aunt will do evcl,Vtbing in Ire:- power erpower to make you feel at horde Won't you, Mrs. Chiehestci"?" "Everything!" said Mrs. Chichester as if she were walking over her own gra ve. Peg looked at her aunt ruefully (her expression was 1110$1. fui biddlug' at Ethers expressive back; lastly at .!uric tatting a cigarette into 1l gold mounted hostler. Her whole nature '•rued out agnint them. She made one :alit appeal to Mr. Hawkes: "]Do send ole hack to me father!" "Nonsense. my dear Miss O'Connell. You would not disuilpoiut your father In that luny, tv0nl(1 yon? Wait for a mouth. I'll call oe the lst, and 1 ex• pest to hear only the most charming things about you. New, goodby." And he took her Hund, Site looked up tt'istfnlly nt him. "G(:odby, sir. An' thank ye very much for bean' so kind to me." Ile%vices bowed to Mrs. Chichester �'went to h' door. end .the! and e t the I "Have it cub?" asked Alaric. "No; thank yott." replied the law - yes. "I have no luggage. Like the walk. Good day." And Peg's only friend In England passed out and left her to face this terrible English fami- ly alone. "Your name Is Margaret," said Mrs. Chichester as the door closed on Mr. Hawkes, "No, ma'am," Peg began, but itame- (liately corrected herself; "no, aunteal bog your pardon -no, aunt—my time is Peg!" cried she earnestly, "That ta, Only a �nrrnittpn• ' eve ill uu no trumu o.nnv,unn wnuwnunmu,m, 11 • 1 l" 111 lllll�l'( p� ii1� 11)1 wilt .r( I�I(AEI IMIOLOWILSILMO ThtPropridaryorN ealNedicineAct • AVegetable Preparation forAs Simtlating lheFoodandRestllas• ,ling lheSlomachsand tlowelsof INFANTS SCHILDREN Promotes Digestion,CheetfuV ltessandRest,Contalnsneither Opiunt.Morphinc norNitteralj. NOT' NAR C OTIC. lleape orlil Dr. 4l1V ELJ'll fliEft i'irmptia Seed l,Su Sola s - as: CIfkS�r .aoda* ilulayremllaror: Apefect Remedy forCon slip t lion, SourSlomach,Diarrhoea Worms,Convulsions,Feverish• ness and LOSS OF SLEEP. FacSimile Signahureof AA 1 'ME CENTAUR COMPANY. MONTREAL&NEW YORK Ati months old 35 D'aisES =35 C Exact Copy of Wrapper. i CASTORIA' For Infanta and Child riin. Mothers Know That Genuine Castoria Always Bears the Signature of d • In Use For Over, Thirty Years CASTORIA, TNM CONT. JR COMPANY. NEW YORK CITY. call`you Margaret," insisted Mrs. Chi- chester, dismissing the subject Once and for all. But Peg was not to be turned so lightly aside. She stuck to her point. "I wouldn't know myself as Mar- garet—indade I wouldn't. I might for- get to answer to the name of Mar- garet." She stopped ber pleading tone and said determinedly, "My name is Peg." Then a little softer and more plaintively she added: "Me father al- ways calls me_Peg. It would put me in mind of me father if you'd let me be called Peg, aunt." She ended her plea with a little yearning cry. "Kindly leave your father out of the conversation," snapped the old lady se- verely. "Then it's ail I will lave him out of!" cried Peg, springing up and con- fronting the stately lady of the house. Mrs. Chichester regarded her in as- tonishment and anger. • "No temper, if you please," and she motioned Peg to resume her seat. Poor Peg sat down, breathing hard, her fingers locking and unlocking, her stanch little heart aching for the one human being she was told not to re- fer to. . This bouse was not going to hold her a prisoner if her father's name was to be slighted or ignored. On that point she was determined. Back to America she would go if her father's name was ever insulted before ber. Mrs. Chichester's voice, broke the si- lence: "You must take my daughter as your model in all things." Peg looked at Ethel, and all her an- ger vanished temporarily. The idea of taking that young lady as a model ap- pealed to her as being irresistibly amusing. She smiled broadly at Ethel, Mrs. Chichester went on: "Everything my daughter does yon must try to imitate. You could not have a better example. Mold yourself from iter." "Imitate her, Is it?" asked Peg inno• ce'atly, with a twinkle in ber eye and the suggestion of Impishness In her manner. "So far as ties in your power," plied Mrs. Chichester. A picture of Ethel struggling, in Brent's arms suddenly flashed across Peg. and before she reu:11 re:untie her self she hacl said in 0 :1:'t imitation of her cousin: "Please don't: ..:5 .1 ,t this morn L'111en Peg Irl,)) lad . '}' to Elbe!'. hor'r'or and .+lra. ('101:1 •;,''r di,i —t "11tR' (!are yon!" "' ori , ••r:lent Peg h1n1(ed at her a Itn,1a('nt::1!1 1l'+ mirth (lied 11iy:1y. "8lusi11't 1 much i1( ti1'.w house"'" ,t.•' esker]. "You have a great deal to )Omen Your education wig begin tomul'row " "Sere. that will be thine," and she ,•hurl;lad. re - (TO BE CONTINUED.) A Weak Chested Boy, "My boy Frank seemed weak-ehested and took a very severe cold," writes Mrs. D. Stevens, Ninga, Man. "The many medicines used did not seem to benefit him until a tried Dr. Chase's Syrup If Liwe and Turpentine and found it to be exactly what was wanted to cure him." No treatment is so thorou ;h and effective as a cure for croup and bronchitis. The oldest bridge in Maine will soon be replaced by a new one. It is in Jay and was built in 1847. Syria's orange crop must largely to waste for want of a market. A BLESSING AND A (:UIESE,, Opium Is the Oldest and Most Useful Drug Known. - It is a curious commentary upon our boasted progress in scientific medicine in recent years that the most useful drug in the entire Phar- macopeia is the oldest one known to medicine. Recently discovered coal - tar products, serums, antitoxins and vaccines have revolutionizes the treatment of certain diseases; but opium is the remedy which doctors the world over place at the head of the list for usefulness in the greatest number of serious ailments. "If the entire materia medica at our disposal were limited to the, choice and use of only one drug," said Prof. Macht, of Johns Hopkins University, recently, "I am sure that a great many, if not a majority, of us would choose opium, „ ' e' which has proved such a boon to suffering humanity." It was unnecessary for him to add, what every intelligent person knows, that the abuse of this beneficent remedy is also one of the greatest curses to humanity. Appar- ently it has no rival in either field, unless it be alcohol. The first authentic record of the use of opium is that of Theophras- tus, a Greek physician who lived al- most 400 years before the Christian era. Later the Romans recognized its value as a medicine, and the great Roman physician, Galen, laid down rules for its use that werer guides to physicians for 1,500 years. According to Galen, "Opium re- sists poison and venomous bites, cures inveterate headache, vertigo, deafness, epilepsy, apoplexy, dimness of sight, loss of voice, asthma, coughs of all kinds, spitting of blood, tightness of breath, colic, the iliac poison, o jaundice,hardness ss neof the spleen, stone, urinary complications, fevers, dropsies, leprosies, the trou- ble to which women are subject, melancholy and all pestilences." Of course, if Galen had been en, tirely right about the uses of opium, most diseases would have vanished from the earth long ago. Neverthe- less, he understood the case in some particulars almost as much as he overstated it in others. And the modern physician could make a list of conditions in which opium was the sheet anchor even longer than Galen's, although considerably leas comprehensive, and with less em- phasis on the "cure." Indeed, the drug is of such importance, and such a menace, that it occupies the atten- tion of all lawt.lakers al the pre: ent time. hi a Bad Way. A mischievous boy, having got por'session of his grandfather's spec- tacles privately took out the glasses. When the old gentleman put them on, finding he could not see, he ex('laimed, "Mercy on me, I've lost my sight!" but thinking the impedi- ment to vision might be the dirtiness of the glasses took them off. to wipe them, when, not feeling them, he, still more frightened, cried out, "Why, what's come now? I've lost my feel- ing too!" When Silence Is Golden. Let us be silent as to each other's weakness, helpful, tolerant, nay, tender toward each other, or, if ;ve cannot fool tenderness, wem.. t d at Y least feel pity! May we put away from us the satire which scourges and the anger which brands. The oil and the wine of the good Satnari-• tan are of more avail.---•-Amiel, Wanted No Trimmings. Little 011ie was much frightened eta thunder shower, and her father told her she shouldn't be, as the rain was #ood for the grass and her flow- ers. Looking up through her tears, 0111e said, "W -well, why e- can't we have j -just plain r -rain?"