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HomeMy WebLinkAboutExeter Advocate, 1907-05-09, Page 7• o♦ 0+0+o+0+c>•+W o+o+0+0+0+o+0+0t DARE NE OR, A SAL) LIFE STORY O 8 +(4.0+04 04^0+0+0+0+0+°+0 O+ ♦0+0+0+ 'JI:\t'•fl:lt XXiX.—tConfinued). thin pretence he had at. first assurmed; "who cares how bad the toad is, so that it leads (tint to the goal 7'' le the course of the past week each u a,oler of the flintily has confided to hitt. ceparaleiy how far more she cr he wisest: Amelia than can be possible to either of the others. Upon this head Se billies lamentations are the loudest and most frequent. She had at first re- $urset 10 admit that liter. was anything et all the matter with her sister, but has flume fallen into the no less trying eppo- bite extreme of refusing to allow that there is any possibility of her recovery, talking of her as it she were ahnost be- yond the reach of human aid. Sybilla's grief for her sister is perfectly genuine; )ne the less so that it is complicated by h elation al her own deposition from her Po I,as first invalid, at having been com- pel. l to confess the existence' in the boso t. of her own family of a traitor, Itvilh , t indisputably higher temperature amt rn 111 wavering pulse than she. "It is tlicukous to suppose that a per- son ins e rude health as Cecilia can miss her it. 't do." she says querulously ; "i was my ys her first object, she al- twnys knew y instinct when 1 was Inore buttering 1 in usual ; who cares now"— breaking • o a deluge of self-contpas- siopatiug irs—"whether I atm suffering oe not?" Then e. on next he happens to be alone wi( .ecilia, It Is her turn to as- sert her , tL to a superiority of woe; r o suPeu • claimed ri •tai cd with still more einphnsie a' next half hour by the father. nth a patience which would have site iced diose persons who had even bit only in his former relations with the ►Wily of his betrothed) he tries to sooth he sorrow of each—even that of Sybil Cin turn ; but to his own heart be says. tat not one of their griefs is worthy 1.0 weighed in the balance Villi hon. ln,1h.- ea.,i' of none of theirs is Vali woof crossed 1,3 the hideous warp of 'elf -reproach that is woven inextricably into his. They have worked her to death, They have torn her to pieces by their conflicting claims; their love has been exact ng, selfish. inconsiderate; but at lea.' it has been Id.ve ; they have prized Ise almost her full worth while they had her. 111 the intervals—neither long nor many—between his ministrations at the Angio-Antericatn. Burg..yrte hurries back to the \lineva to see that Ilyng has not blown his bruins out. in the present elute of mind of that young gentleman this catastrophe docs not appear to be lit -- among the kart likely ones. lie has re- fused to leave Florence. always answer- ing the suggestion with the snore ques- tion, "Where else should I go?" and if pressed, adding in\ariably in the sane wee ,s as time employed loyef by hitt( on the fit, day of hi, I.—. when his friend had stall ? You do not mean it? You are ori iii 1,10 athi-ability of his removing only saying it to frighten me? Oh 1 Jim shudders. Death has been so near to him for the last nine days, that the terrific realign of Constance's apostrophe seems to be almost more than he can bear. • "lt is silliness to live when to live is a torment, and then, have we a prescrip- tion to die, when death is our physician!" continues Ilyng loudly and wildly, clasp- ing his hands above his head, and appar- ently perfectly indifferent as to whether the other inrnrttes of the hotel, or passers-by on the piazza, overhear hint. "If you slay here lnuch longer you will spare yourself Iho trouble of putting an end to your existence," replies Jim, glancing at the other's head, exposed tintless to the scorch of the Tuscan sun, "for you will certainly get a sunstroke." So saying, he takes hien quietly, yet decidedly, by the arm, and leads him within the rooms. Either his matter-of- fact manner, or the sight of his face, upon which, well -seasoned as it is, vigil and sorrow have begun to write their unavoidable marks, brings the young madman back to•some measure of sense and self-control. "1 had no fixed intention," he says, apologetically, still looking vtrite and wofd • "'you must not think lk l meant any- thing, thing, but, even if 1 had—do you know --- have you ever happened to read any- thing about the statistics of suicide? 1)o you know what an increasing number of people every year find life intoler- able?" "I know That you are fast making my life intolerable," answers Jim, fixing his tired, sleepless eyes with melancholy severity upon his companion. "Amelia is --you are as well aware of it as 1 am— probably dying, and yet even now, Ihnnks to you, into my thoughts of her is continually pushing the icor that I may have to tell your mother that you have had the colossal selfl,lmess to rush out of the world, bcoause. for the first time in your pampered life, the toy you cried for has not been put into your hand." Burgoyne's hopes have not been high. as to any salutary result of his own philippic while uttering it. But our words, soutetiiie s, to our surprise, turn from wooden swords to steel daggers in our hands. For a moment Byng stands as if stunned ; then he breaks up into a tornado of sobs and tears. such lotus ns have often before angered his friend, ltd which now he welcomes the sight of, as perhaps precur'surs of a saner snood. "Oh, my dear old chap!" he cries, catching at Jinn's unresponsive hand, and wringing it hard, "she Is not dying his countenance from lite beaded stool— "Where shall 1 bind such recent and au- thentic truces of her ns here?" Ile passes hie time either on the Lung Arno. staring at the water, or stretched face downwards upon hie ltd. Ile V. -MKS aloft the town most of (tie night, and Jim suspects him of beginning to take chloral. Occasionally 1110 rouses up into 11 quick and almost pnmionnte sympathy w it It his friend's trouble, asking for no- thing better Ihnn to be bent on any errand, however trivial, or however lire- eonte, in Atitelitt's behalf. But no sooner have the immediate effects of lite appeal 1) his kind-henrh'dne.x died sway than he ,sinks !rack Into his lethargy, and Jan is at once too much occupied and too miserable to use nny 'c'y strenuous en- deavors to shake trio» out of it. But yet the consciousness of the tacit. engage- ment tinder which he it(s to the young inns s mother to look alter hint, coupld w ill the absolute imeossiblity, under his present circumstances. of fulfilling that engngentent. and his u,ien8inrss as to what, new• form the insanity of Ryng's grief may lake on, form day to day. add very perceptibly to the weight -of his own already sulli,'iently ponderous burden. It is the ninth day since Amelia fell Fick, that tenth day which. in maladies Filch tfs tiers, . or is nt least reckoned to lie, the crisis. turning -point of the divulse. Jilt has ben up all nigh!, and brie Met rushed back to the Minerva for the double purpose of taking a bath, and ant casting an uaensy eye upon his charge. Ile finds the latter not In his iii ore, but lensing, over the little epiky balcony, out of his window. hanging over 11 so fir. and so alt orbelly. that he `Iota not henr bis friend's approach, end Marls violently when Jim lays it Mand on his shoulder. "What are yeti looking at •'" "I? oh --nothing particular ! \\ int should 1 tee )i king at? \\ hal is Mere to look to". I was only—tenly--wender- mere mailer of curiosity, how many feet it is from Isere to the pave- ment'7 Siete •n' eight... n .' twenty .1iin'• only omwcr 1. h. 1e•r.k at bion 1116, Sadly and she» my ; then he say- oddly ; ' "1 dM not riseeitunend it : 't would t e $ el ten se way of dot ng il. dear. kind Amelia. Not dying? not dy- ing?" "i do not know, to -day is the turning point, they say ; even now it may have cone." "And why are not you with her? \\'hy do not you go back to her?" cries Byng, In a broken voice of passionate excite- ment, the lea's still racing down his face. "And leave you to go tomfooling out there again," asks Jim, with a nod of his head towards the balcony, seen from where they stand, grilling In the mid- day blaze. The verb employed, if closely looked info, beers a ludk'rous proportion to the intended action indicated, but neither of the Hien see anything ridiculous In i1. "1 will not !" cries Ilyng, in eager nsseveralk►n; "I give you my word of honor 1 will not ; if you do not believe mc, lake Inc with you 1 Keep the with you all day 1 1)o you Think that 1, too, do not want to know how :Amelia is? I)n you Mink that I em indifferent as to whether site lives or dies? Poor, grxsl Amelia! When 1 Think of that drive to 1 rellsmilrn.a, only ten days ago ! They 1 •..tiling side by Mile. s, happy, laugh - me and making friends with each eller :` II• ..,vers his face with his hnnde, and through them the seniding drops trickle; but only for a moment. In the next, he has dashed them away. and Is mowing restlessly about the room. looking for his hat. "Let iis go this instant," he says urgently ; "my poor old nano, do you think i would willingly add a feather- weight to your bunien ? 1 should never forgive myself if I hetet you 11 second longer from her at such a lime; let us go at once.' i!urgoyne complies: but. under pretext ref snaking some cluing', in hie dress, os. capes hem his friend for pie' the few ntinut's necessnry to write and despatch a telegram to the young man's mother. It runs Ilius : "No cause for alarm. bol come at once, 11' is perfectly well, but need, you." . If, as it is hoped. Mts. Neter is still in I.cndon. reaping the siker-0.1,.n to the ol.l relnlive. whose denth-decd she had ..what mal±er iMw rlunisy Ih', way so gnibltd 1'ler-nee to attend. hie message that One all:kin. the end m-ks Ilyng esti brut h• r hither within fun te.eilfhl e\hu ltoeuety. thuow'me • e evert the icor-. and tit, burden ..1 Irgw ui' Iial The effect of Scott's Emulsion on thin, pale children is magical. It makes them plump, rosy, active, happy. It contains Cod Liver Oil, Hypophosphites and Glycerine, to make fat, blood and bone and so put together that it is easily digested by littls folk. ALL DRl/uC)IB1 F : dC'u. AND •1.00. 004844d9444004040**6040 110W grown so insupportable, will b• 6111(1.11 from his shoulders. Unlit hive° ferry -tight hours have elapsed. he Inns( not again let Byng out of his eight. The day rolls by. the critical ninth day rolls by on its lot•rid wheels to evenlde. and when that eventide comes it finds re -cilia Wilson running down from Anmelia's room, to give the last news of her to the Three men and one women waiting blow. "I think he stents quite satisfied," she says, in answer to the silent hungry looks of question addressed to her. and alluding to the doctor, who is elle with the patient ; "the s1renglh is maintained; the temperature lower." What a dread- ful parrot -sound the two phrases, so (emitter to us all in the newspaper bul- letins of distinguished men on 11101. (I. alt -beds, have, during the Inst week, assumed in Burgoyne's ears ; "you can speak to him yourself when ho comes donut, of course, Jim ; but 1 urs sure be is satisfied." "She is better !---rhe is saved?" cries Ilyng, rushing forward and snatching both Cecilia's hands --"do you say that she is really saved?" "Oh, are you here still, Mr. Byng? haw very kind of you!" replies Cecilia, a tinge of color rushing over tier mealy face—that face, ten days ago, clothed in so many roses—"well, 1 um afraid he dogs not go quite so far as that, but tie says it is as much as we can expect, stud even 1 can see that she is not nearly so restless." - "Thank God !—thank God 1" In the ardor of his lhanhsgiwing he presses her hands closer, instead of drop- ping them, a fact of which tic is entirely unaware, but so is not site, and who knows, even al that serious moment, what tiny genial hope may slide into her plump heart. Again this night Burgoyne does not go to bed, from it superstitious fear that if he does, if he seems to take for granted an improvement, that very taking for granted may annul i(—nary bring on a relapse. But %viten the nexte morning finds no such backslidings to have taken the < through place, when each hour b cheerfully broadening djey brings falling fever and steadying pulse, then indeed he cautiously opens the door of Itis heart to lel a tiny rose -pinioned hope creep in —(hen at last, on the third night, he stretches his tired limbs in deep slumber upon his bed. Ile has received a brief telegram front Al's. Ilyng to announce her arrival as fast as boat and train can bring her; relapse. But when the next morning —he having sent his despatch to her on the previous/Wednesday—finds him pac- ing the platform of lite railway station. awaiting the incoming of the morning express from Turin. ile is pacing' 11 alone, for he has thought it best not to reveal to her son the fact- of her ex- pected return. not being at all sure in what spirit he will receive it, nor whe- ther indeed the news of it (night not even drive him, in his present unsound slate of mind, to Ily from the place al her approach. The morning air. in its early clear coolness. blows sweet here, under the station -roof, unconquered even by engine smoke, and or Jtu's face as he walks up and down—careworn as it stilt is—there cones, now and again, a half -born smile. He is never one to hope very easily, but surely now—now that yet another night brie been prosperously tided over. there can, even to him, seem nc reasonable ground for doubt that Amelia has turned 1h: corner. Atnelia, with tine corner turned—Byng, in five minutes wholly off his hands ! The only wonder is, That the small smile never comes quite to the birth. The train 1.s punctual, and almost at its ducemomeut draws up in dusty length at the platform. Its pnsengcrs are com- paratively few ; for at this Iatening sen- sor most of the English are wringing home to their rooky woods; and he hes no difficulty in at once discovering among theta the fall smart figure—amart even after forty-eight hours of the un - luxurious luxury of n Wagon -Lits of the Indy he is awaiting. As he gives her his hand to help her dos it the high step, the admiring thought cneii•- his ntind of what n large qunntly 01 fatigue, dust, and uneasiness of mind a rndicnlly good- looking Englishwoman. in rudicatly good clothes, can undergo without seem- ing much the worse for thein. Before her neat narrow fool has touched the pave- ment, a brace of eager questions shoots cut of her mouth. "Am 1 in lime? Ant I Io) late?': "In tine for what? Too lute for what?' "Iles ha—has he done anything—any- thing irrevocable? is he --is he? i sup- pose that horrid women hes got teed of inert ? I suppose That 18 why you sent for me r' Ily this time she is safely landed al his side. which Is possibly the reason why he at once lets fall her bend. "i atm not aware that there Is any 'horrid woman' in the case." "U)r, what does it mnller mini i colt her?" crie.s the mother, fast becoming frantic at -the delay in nmwering her pnssionnle questions. "1 will call her what you please; you know perfectly whom 1 mean; she has got hold of him. 1 suppose. 1 always knew she would ! Del not 1 tell you so? but is it too Tale? ie there no way of getting him off 1' Nov nine Iturgoyne 118s it nearer view of Ahs. by ng. he sees that she has n more fagged wad travel -worn air Than he had at first suppose.I. rind her dully eyes are ftslenel upon him with such a hunger of interrogation, that, angered and jarred as he is by tier lone, he has not the heart any longer to keep her in suspense. "If you rare alluding to Aiis Le Mar- chant, I easy as well tell you al once that •lie has left 1•►orence," "Left Florence 1 Ito you mean to say Buil site has run away with some one else?" She puts the question in all good fieirh, her livcl imnginnllnn having > Of course. if 0 is neglected for Three to ,.1.' the not very wide junip fretum lige four weeks, it beexeme, a task. But • already established in her own mind ,i Elizabeth being an adventuress, to the not ranch more difficult one to swallem, of her having devoured another Ills de famine. as, well ns MI.'S. ilyng s (MIL For it nr.omeet. Burgoyne turns aw ny, voice mud countenance alike beyond his control. Ile has ey no means perfectly IA e reel either. when he an -were- -sr... with some one else -4ie bus 1•. a. 11,11 the pith of turpitude of• leaving Ek,rence with her mother." "She is gone?* cries Mrs. hyng. with ren accent of the highest relief Slid Joy; "gone aw ay altogether, do you mean 7- - 11., (hank God'"—then, with a sudden large into affright, she adds rapidly— "and he is gone rifler her?—he is not hive?" "No, he is here." "Then why has not lie come to meet me ?"—suspiciously. "Ela did not know you were expected. "You did not tell him ?" "Nu." "Wily did not you tell him "1 did not know how he would lake it." "!k, yo't mean to say"— front her former rapidity of utterance to a dis- mayed incredulous slowness—"that he will not be glad 10 see me?—that witty will not be glad to see ale?" "1 mean to say that I am afraid you will nal find him very much in syntpa• th,; with you; 1 do not think he will find it easy to hear you speak of Miss Le \lamltent in the terms, and stake the implication about her that you did just now," replies Jim, avenging by this sen- tence the wrongs done to Elizabeth, abd doing it so well, that a moment later u feeling of compunction comes over him at the success of his own attempt at tv- tributive justice. Mrs. Byng turns pale. "Then site has got hold of him?" she says tinder her breelh. "Got hold of him?" repeals Jim, his ire aroused again no saunas than allayed by this mode of expression ; "you certainly have the most extraordinary way of mis- conceiving the situation 1 Got hold of him? when she had to leave Florence at a moment's notice to escape his impor- tunities 1" (To be continued). i+++++44_444.444.4444+4.„_4 + + • About 41.E 1'.utrnt ♦� 2 # *+++♦+++++++4+44+4+♦♦+ RE:\UI' EYING THE FARM GROUNDS. Beautifying the itome grounds is as important, if not more hnlxortent, than any other work on the faint. There is so much more involved in it than the mero planting of shrubs and trees, the straightening of a road or the laying out of flower beds. It means the awakening of the senses to the beautiful, the appre- ciation of the contrasts in color and form. For instance, 1 wonder how many could tell offhand the difference in shape between a purple -leaved beech and a golden oak, or the difference in color be- tween foxglove and larkspur? How many know that the lilac comes In 10 or 12 varieties of color, or that some of our com,nonest shrubs form their blos- soms only on the new wood grown the year previous, while others form blos- soms on the old wood? Well, and suppose we don't know7 Then we are losing one of the greatest pleasures the county has to offer. Sup- pose 1 go to business, and every day 1 tramp to my office at nine o'clock and slay there until six at night, and then gc home, have my supper, read the pa- per and go to bed. to do the same thing again day after day, month offer month, and year eller year. \\'hal will be the result? Shall 1 grow broad-minded, in- teresting, symptrthetic, and w•ell-in- for•nted?. On the contrary, as 11►c years g) by 1 will spend more and more time at lay office, until nothing interests ine except bit -situ -vs, and as a result I will be nmrrnw-minded and uninteresting. Now that's just what will happen to us if we make farming our God. Every man must have, besides his vocation, an avocation, or, as some call it, a holly. Tho object of a hobby is to divert the mind, to rest the brain, and so to refresh It. Then it oflirnes sert•ex; as a cominion interest for the whole faintly. So 1 urge the beautifying of the home grounds as n (hobby, aid I assure you that when unco wo have taken it up, wo will he - crane iso interested flint we will wonder why we never thought of i1 before. But why, you ask, spend time, money rind labor in planting a lot of fiowerS, shrubs and trees trot .will only end in snaking us more work ? f.et its kook at it from three different standpoints• namely', self-respect, the development of cherecter. and the present and future welfare of the children. Believe Ile, it's worth dollars to us to have beautiful homes, or while we personally may be hard-working industrious and prosper- ous, yet if we have unattractive homes tho world vilI put us down 115 failures, and so will our neighbors. or else br'hnd tis es close-fisted and mean, which is a thousand times worse. It doesn't cost Hutch to have n lovely home; $12 will buy 15 beautiful trees of different varieties; 510 will buy 30 shrubs which will bloom from May tin- t I frost. if we but make a stnrt and add a little eaen year, keep the lawn mown and the driveway hard and free frem weeds, then edge the turf. so that it won't be ragged. If the road runs in straight line from the entrance to the house and barn. plant n double 'row of Lombardy poplars. If there nee some unnttrnclive siew:s from the house. shut !hep out by planting evergreens, or if some of the farm buildings are ugly, cover there with vines, such as anpe- hp$is, wisteria, or trumpet creeper. Around the house plant perennials like golden glow. larkspur and iollyhocks. Ile sure 10 ltnve a fine garden, for what is a country home without strawberries, fresh vegetables. etc.? A few year.::; es,. the Iho: Illinois I•:xperintent Station 1.: ., n half -acre garden. and cleared on .111 average of e75 fmm i1 for five years. These things don't lake notch lime. 0:1 my own place, a man and myself look care of eight acres of lawn, the driwcway and shells in one day -that i, one day each week v+ as rlewubd to •,wing the lawn, caring for the (lowers, • make it a rule never to lel nnylhing In- terfere. You know the old saying -- "Give heel unlo the little things; Aces hive the bulge on kings.' • \\ hen you go to chrust' your shrubs rind trees, scud Inc a tatnh•yiur lo sonic g4 -0d Prn, and then study ib', roktrs of tri shrnhs, tree:•( and hovel,, their bk,omntg semen, size. etc. Iluy some (rook giving simple dirrclinnrc nl•oul pinns111g 'tie keel' Krvund.. 'flu- w111 leach pat h••w to combine your pinto so as to get the beet efkcls. For he RIGHT PAINT TO PAINT RIGHT. PAINT RIGHT: And do it cheat ly too, bocauf!• they're the purest end best in tho way of punt leak- ing. They outlast cheap paints and cost leer to put on --consequently ars money• savers and time-savers. Your dealer will tell you the puce, a+:d it isn't high if you want a g:.od job. Write u+ for Post Card Series "C," showing how sone houses are painted. A. RAMSAY & SON CO. Est'd 1892. Paint Makers MONTREAL. s0 stance, an aticuba-leaved ash bus beau- tiful gold -blotched leaves, which stay on until late in the fall. Now, to brill out ail the beauty of this tree, it should he placed near a tree like a purple -leaved beech, wile h has not only a beautiful shape, but wonderful foliage. which is deep purpler in the spring, changing 10 crimson in the summer, and again to dull purplish -green in the fall. Another important point is to have color in the winter, when the sky is dull and the country cold and cheerless. 1 could name 27 shrubs that have color all winter, either in their fruit or berries or branches. Fur example, who does not know the Japanese barberry, the Ameri- can holly and the smooth sumach? Set out an evergreen hedge across the front of your home acre; it will improve its looks wonderfully. When you realize that hedge plants are set, as a rule, about two feet apart, you can readilysee that a hundred will go n long way. The next reason why we need to have beautiful homes is in we order thatmay have beautiful characters. If we are to receive our hill share of the good things of life—which, by the way. doesn't mean the marketable conunodities, we must widen our horizon t•eyond the gates of the barnyard. Whether we die rich or poor makes little difference, but whether we have made the best of ourselves and cut opportunities makes all the difference in the world. The beauty of having n lovely home is that unconsciously you are giving pleasure not only to your family, but to every one that passes. it has a business value,100, for it is much easier to sell the products frost an at- tractive farm than from lir untidy one. Finally (here is the present welfare of our children to consider. Some weeks ago I went to a small village to attend a farmers' institute, and after the meet- ing a boy came from the station to drive me to the brain. On the way we got Into conversation, and Ire told me that -he hail been brought up on a farm, but had left because he had been mode to work loo hard, and his 'borne was bare and un- attractive. Yet we go on working, never slopping to think how we can make our homes so fascinnling that the children will mol wish to leave. I would not slay on some forms 1 have seen if 1 was paid a thousand a month. Childhood is the time for fun and pleasure, and to snake children's life a nightmare is to plant the seed of wickedness in their heart,.—Ed- ward K. Parkinson, in Tho Country Gentleman. \Vhen a man says he doesn't care for praise it is a sign that he expects bottle one is about to praise him. No matter how good a man is he is always wondering whether he is having as much tun as if bo had been bad. You cath never tell whether engaged people are really in love until you have seen the effect of their marriage. Money may not purchase love and hnppines, but 0 will buy foreign litter. 1111.511 111OPEI'1'L\ .S' . Sure, Things Are Never So Bad but 'they \Ituhl Be Worse. The Irishman sees ever-ihi►ig lhiottgh rose-colored glasses, says a writer in the Guidon. Ile is supported, too, by a simple, sturdy faith. a spirit of resigna- tion and unworldliness worthy of the saints of old. The dread blight had fallen on the fields in most of the district where wo were Visiting in Ireland, and the potato cines hung limp 81111 brown. No word of complaint was spoken, and when lite lilu'lileud of famine was mentioned the answer came: _ "Danger, ma'am? Yes, there is, in. deed. but God is good. Ile'll kind a way." So, loo, about the hay. The summer had 'seen terribly wet, and for days the netw•nruw•n hay had lairs 011 the ground. 11 was an anxious time. "Whitt will you do." 1 said to Mike. "if this weather keeps up? Your hay will surely be ruined." "(►h. please God, it won't keep up," he answered. "!tell send us a bright day soon, just to ser Chow we'll use it." "who 11 a glorious night. Mikey 1'' 1 said to the tiny. as he and 1 and the donkey drove hone under the August 'meati. "A Ane night, indeed. ma'am. Thanks be to lion for giving it to us f' They stowed US, 011 the road to town, a gentleman's Oboe where, in a stretch of what not long ,ince land evidently IA thickly -wooded land, stood stun atter stamp of giant trees. (our or live years ago, when the winter was exccp- tionally long and cold, the peasants suf- fered from scarcity of peat. They begged This landed proprietor to sell them wood, offering not only to pay his price but to fell the trees and curry Them off. Ile rte. tined. Again and again they begged, for rho suffering grew intense. but he would not let his land be marred. Otte night (hero eame a wind so frightful That it scented-- tor n time es if the "big wind" were blowing gain. lo the morning the high - +way along this proprietor's doain (Vas iuipassalele. linge , blownmto Iho ground. lay across the raid for a (1is- Innce of two utiles, and the forest beauty was a thing of the pte"l. The town nu- tborilies ordered the .•1 -Article -el cleared away. and the peasant- got for nothing more that they had been refused for pay. Teas the hand of 1 .I was in Ihal, ma'am,'' 1 eras loll, "ft,r. w:llt all Iho wind. not a poor ratan'., cul was harmed. nor another tree on the countryside, Only those. God always looks after 114 poor." Whim a widower takes another wife for tetter or for worse he always hopes Mut herr- will be eomelhing like an 11we1•Itge. An optimist is a mon who clients him- self into believing he could not Imo im- proved on the nuiking of this e..1.1(1. 1NIM ItN "11 \!t -. )ones 1. - , 'I .1• :t t e,m.w • \Instinet. hu;1 I a k?' "ilii, n. v•'r naiad. Only tell \Ira. J• neje 1 inqu.: d aftci her." Kot NAY.