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:BACK WAS SO SORE.
Women are coming to understand Oak
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ley Piffle
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"And this is the end, .U1s'ie," said
the man, svitli a queer, strangling
break in his voice,
Tile girl tossed leer head impa-
tiently, and the moonbeams played 011
the tendrils of golden hair which
nestled on her forehead, every tiny
our). of which had wound itself round
Jim Brot'hertou's heart.
t "Lion it foolish to talk about. it?"
she said petulantly. "You will never
hold any better position than you do
'now,—„
made., The letter was from a lawyer
intimating that his uncle had died and
left ham three hundred pounds a year.
I.iciutenant,Colo,nel Jeremy Court-
field, C,13., commanding the West Dev-
on Rangers, was short, stout, red-
neoked, and plethoric. Also, which
may have been the cause of these con
chinos, hewas fond of the pleasures
of the table.
The sentry on the hospital tn.c•rtuar'y
of the South Barraoks at Gibraltar,
eh stands a little back from the
illy road, presented arms as he pass-
, and thought maledictions. •
On the right of the hospital nrortu-
was a piece of waste Government
sound •which Colonel Courtfteld had
,etc the liberty of annexing as a
ultry run. The colonel stopped and
garded the contents of the run com-
acentiy.
A stout, red-faced officer came down
hill, puffing as much as Colonel
urtfield did in going up. He stoli-
d and contemplated the contents of
fowl run.
'Morning, Brooks!" said Courtfield,
a voice which might have proceeded
m the folds of inan,y blankets.
Morning, Courtfield!" croaked Col-
e Brooks, of the Wessex Regiment.
e you've got a dashed fine pair of
keys there."
Yes, and I hope you and Mrs,
crake will come and eat your Christ -
s dinner with us to -morrow night.
ave been booking forward to this for
end of a time. The last time you
d I ate our Christmas dinner te-
ther was at Ramnuggar—it untst be
e -and -twenty years ago."
The eyes of the two old fellows
.stened in reminiscence. Simul-
usly they put out their hands.
Right, then. To -morrow. Eight
ick," said Colonel Courtfield.
.And Private Timothy O'Hara, the
try on the hospital mortuary, list-
ed, and wished that he were a col -
el and could have roast turkey for
d uer on Christmas day. Also he
expressed a hope that the good things
would disagree with Colonel Court
tleid„ under whose stern sense of jus-
tice lie bad been oft -times made to
suffer.
Late that. night Private Jim Brother-
ton sat outside the hospital guard-
room, and gazed over the beautiful
moonlit waters of the bay. Three years
had passed since the :;vent which had
broken his life. He had made no ef-
forts to regain his• lost position. The
money left him by his uncle had
proved a curse rather than a blessing.
Fortunately for him he could not
draw upon his capital, btrt the interest
was more than sufficient to carry him
on the road to ruin.
ie He had not seen Elsie Chambers
since the night he left her at the door
of the Golden Cross Hotel. But
since the Wessex Regiment had arriv-
ed on the Rook, a fortnight before, he
had heard of her, and what he had.
heard had not been to her, credit.
The non-commissioned officers at-
tached to the hospital were giving a
dance, and from where he sat Jim
could hear the music of the band.
Presently a carriage drove into the
gate, and Brotherton looked up in-
differently as it passed him. Then his
heart gave a great leap. Seated alone
in the carriage was a young woman
dresed in. shite.
....'Els'e!" ejaculated Jim. His pulse
hammered, and he felt as if he were
choking. Then he laughed bitterly at
1 his own. foolishness.
IThe field officer clattered up to in-
spect the guard, after which Jim re-
sumed his seat, thinking bitterly of
the past.
"She is worthless," he muttered to
• himself; "and yet—and yet—" Not-
' withstanding what he knew ef her, his
heart still clung to the woman,
When Jim came off sentry at mid-
night, the sergeant of the guard was
asleep on the bendh, and snoring
loudly. Jim sat Own before the fire,
and lit his pipe,
Tim O'Hara sidled up to him with a
gleam of mtsclnjef in his eye.
"Jim," ho whispered, "are yez game
for a bit of fun?"
"What is it?" If you mean hanging
round where the sergeants are dan-
cing, I don't see much fun in it,"
O'Hara snorted his disgust,
"13e hanged to the sergeants and
etheir dancing!" he said contempt-
uously. "What d'ye say to a maighty
fodne Christmas dinner?"
"It isn't Christmas till to-nior.
row—"
"Ah, go on! Whoth does that mat-
bher? I've got a bottle av whisky."
"Well?"
"An' I know where there are two
mighty fume turkeys,"
"I see a court-martial staring you in
the face, Tim," said Brotherton:
"Never mind that," rejoined the
Irishman, "Onld Fat Sides has been
feeding him up for Christmas. Him
an' ould Porky of the Wessex are
going to have thiin for dinner to..rnor-
row noaght. I heard the two of them
gloating over it witen 1 was on sintry.
I think, Jim, it 'ud be a Christian aot
to save thim two ould gintlemfn from
h,avin .indigestion. Bob Thompson is
game, an' I awe one to ould Fat
Sides!"
Jinn Brattiest= laughed. He also
owed the colonel a grudge,
"Itight!" he said. "I'm with you!"
The three conspirators stole out,
and, taking a circuitous route, passed
the sentry et the hospital mortuary
unobserved.
"There is it lire in the hospital kits
a , •2 cup butter, juice. oil ata 1Cmon,
1 heaping tablespoon flour and' 11
cups hot water.
Currant Cookies. -To 1 quart flour
add 2 teaspoonfuls baking powder and
1 scant teaspoonful salt.. Sift well
together, then add 1 cup sugar and 1
cup lard. • Cut the lard well into the
flour,then stir in Iiia cups water.
Take .1 lbs., cleaned currants, . sift
over them 1 cup flour, mix well, then
add to the batter and work all togeth-
er until of the consistency of biscuit
dotigh. Turn on to a well -floured
board, roll 1/4 -inch' thick, and cut with
the biscuit cutter. Lay out on a well-
greased and flour -dredged baking pan,
and bake in a hot oven. " As soon as
the bottom of the cakes are brown,
trausfer the pan to the upper oven
shelf for the tops to brown. This
reefpe will make about 40 cookies.
Molasses Coffee Cookies.—Cream
scant 3 cup butter and 1 cup lard
with 1 cup sugar. Add 1 egg, 1 cup
molasses, 1 teaspoonful soda dissolved
in 1/2 cup strong black coffee, and 2
teaspoonfuls ginger sifted with flour
enough to make a dough that can be
easily handled. Ro'lI, cut and bake
in hot oven.
Caraway Cookies (No Eggs).—To 1
cup sugar add ' cup each lard, sour
cream and sour milk, 1 teaspoonful
soda, i4, teaspoonful caraway seed,
and flour enough to make a stiff
dough.
Ginger Snaps.Cream 1 cup short-
ening with 1 cup. sugar and add 1
beaten. egg.' Let 1 cup molasses come
to a boil, then add 1 tablespoonful
soda, pour' in over the first ingredi-
ents, then stir into the mixture 1 table-
spoonful each of ginger and salt, 4
tablespoonful vinegar, and Scour to roll.
Oatmeal Crisps.—To 1 cup sugar
add 1 tablespoonful butter, 2 beaten
eggs, 21/4 cups rolled oats, 3A, cup flour
sifted with 2 teaspoonsful baking pow-
der and a pinch of salt, and 1 tea-
spoonful vanilla. Drop by spoonfuls
on well -greased tins and bake quickly.
"1VIy dear," said Mrs. Stronge, . "I'm
sure that our George is thinking seri-
ously of matrimony." "Well, I only
hope so," returned her husband, with
unusual spirit. "I wouldn't like any
of mine to regard it as a joke."
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CURED BY -
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person,"
t Milburn's Heart and Nerve. Pills have
been on the market for the past twenty-
five years and have a most wonderful
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nerve troubles,
Price 50 cents. per box, 3 boxes for
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someone else!"
The girl rose to••her feet, and turned
as if she would leave him; but he
seized her roughly by the shoulder-,
and forced her to face him.
"Is that the case?" he demanded
fiercely.
Elsie Chambers broke into a harsh
laugh,
"You seem to think a good deal of:
Yourself!" she replied mockingly. "I
don't want to hurt your feelings, but
there is someone else—"
"Someone who can give you more
money to spend, I. suppose?"
"Oh, yes; a good deal more," she
returned 'with a smile, callous to the
agony in the man's face.
Jim Brotherton's arm sank limply to
his side, and his lipe went white.
"I might have known," he said s•ad-
ly, "but I thought that you loved me,
Elsie. God help me,w T, ,h :ought that
you loved mel" 5 jy
"Love! Don't get. n '" , Jim!
How long do you think love would last
on two and minepenee a day?"
"Tell me this, Elsie," said Jim
hoarsely. Who is the man who has
taken my place?"
The girl gave a short, nervous
laugh.
"Well, if you must know, I—I am
to be married to Sergeant-Major
Mansfield, of the Wessex, on Tuesday
week!".
Jim Broitherton staggered back as
if he had received a blow on the heart.
"On. Tuesday week!" he ejaculated.
"On Tuesday week!"
Ste had writen to him regularly
while he was on leave, He had even
received a later from her two days
before his return, and yet not a single
word had she said. about ti}is. TJp to
the lasit moment she had left him in a
fool's paradise.
"I will see you home, Elsie," he said
dully.
As they walked over the common to-
ward the Golden Cross Hotel, where
Elsie Chambers was employed as bar-
maid, she glanced into the man's face
from time to- time. In her shallow
little heart she liked handsome Jim
Brotherton, she even imagined that
she loved him. If he had only had
more money!
Jim's eyes were directed sternly in
front of •him. Neither spoke till they
reached the hotel.
"Good-bye, ,Ttml" said the girl, hold-
ing out her hand. "Don't. • think too
badly of me. Believe me, it is 'all for
the best."
Jim laughed harshly,
'I wonder—"
"You will forgive me, and—and wish
me happiness, Jim?"
"Oh, y+ou'1l be happy enough! The
feelings ef others will never interfere
with your pleasure. But I was won -
d
"Yes," said the girl, suddenly breath-
less. •
"I-losv fax the man that , you are
going to marry will share in the hap.
pliiess. Goodbye!"
Ten clays . ,afterwards • Sergeant
James Brotherton was tried by court-
martial -for absence without leave. At
the moment that the adjutant was
reading ant his sentence of redu.otion
to the ranks, the womenresponsible
for his degradation was leaving the
garrison. church` on thearm, of her
!husband.
As Jim returned to his barrack -room,
a letter was put into hits hailed. He
openedthe letter, and glanced. over it
Then he sat doevn. 'on h1s bed-oot and
laughed tong and mirthlessly till his
1 comrades thought thnat he Inti gone
chen," said O'Hara.- "Vie can co'ek
the bastes there, an' nobody be any
the wiser,"
The two turkeys were promptly put
beyond the troubles of life, and in a
few minutes were sizzling in the even
of the Idtclien,
But with the capture of the turkeys
the excitement had left 5'im Brother-
ton. The practical,joke on his colonel
was well enough, but, after all, it was
a childish escapade, he thought. He
had no appetite for the delicacies.
Leaving his comrades, he started to
make his way back to the guard -room.
His mind was still dwelling on the
woman who had jilted frim three years
before. Suddenly he found himself
close to the sentry. It was now two
o'clock in the morning. Under the
brfii]iant light of the moon the place
looked dreary and aweanspiring.
All at once the sentry emitted a
low cry of fear, and for a moment
Jim's heart ceased to beat. Coming
down the hill was a figure clad in
white—a small figure whose steps
wavered uncertainly and from whom.
rose a low whining cry.
"Scott!" quavered the sentry. Then,
a sense of his duty returning to hint,
he challenged: "Halt! Who ---who
comes there?"
There was -no reply, but the low,
whining moan persisted, and the
figure continued to come towards
liiin.
"Who—who are you?" he tried to
shout, but the words died in his
throat, Fear would have induced him
to run, but dread of the punishment
that wouldinevitably follow chained
him to his duty.
"Stop," he gasped, "or I'll fire!"
But stillthefigure came towards
hint, moaning and sobbing. He raised
his rifle to his shoulder, but at that
moment Jim Brotherton sprang over
the low wall.
"It is a child, you fool!" he called
out, as he threw himself in front of
the terror-stricken sentry.
He was too late. The man pulled
the trigger and Jim received the bul-
let in his thigh. He sank on the
ground, but faint from loss of blood,
as a little child, clad only in his
hightgawn, ran forward and looked up
innocently in the sentry's face.
"I watt my mummy! Where is my
mummy?" he wailed.
Aia.rmed by the report of the rifle,
the sergeant and two men doubled to
the spot.
"What is the moaning of thio?" de -
melded the former.
Before bhe sentry could reply, a
young woman dashed down • the hill,
and rushing to the child, clutched him
to her bosons.
""07'`; Jimmy," she cried, "why did
you leave your bed?" r,
"I want my mummy!" wailed the
dismally.
disally.
The sergeant was kneeling beside
the wounded man.
"How did this happen?" he demand-
ed sternly . the sentry. The par-
oxsym of terror had left the young
soldier, and he entered into a lame
explanation. The girl ceased hugging
the child to listen. She booked into
the face of the man on the ground,
and gave vent to a stifled shriek,
"Oh, heavens, Jim!"-
Brotherton looked up at her, and a
feeling of wander came over him, for
the foes looking down into his with
streaming eyes was the face of Elsie
Chambers, as he had known her years
before.
"Elsie!" he said weakly. "Elsie, I
—1 saved your bay!"
A look of dark anger flashed over
the girl's face.
'"Elsie]" she echoed. "Much Elsie
cares!"
Jim Brotherton was carried into
hospital. The girl, the' eblld in her
arms, went meekly bohliici, The
sound of music came from where the
festivities wore still beteg. lent up,
The,gir!'s fare became stern in its de-
termination, She followed the sound
till she came to a large room -whence
came the noise of dancing and loud.
laughter. For a moment site 'etood
uundeci.d•ed outside the 'door, then she
walked boldly in. Elsie Mansfield
stood in the middle of the roomy, her
partner's arm round her waist, When
her eyes fell on the other woman she
flushed angrily,
Maggie," she cried, "what are you
doing here, and why have you brought
the child?"
The girl gave her a look of con.
tempt, •
w "Go home, Elsie," She said, eased
take the child, Thank ?rovdenae
that he is alive. Through your con-
duct to -night :a man may lose his life!"
"What do you mean?" gasped the
other woman.
"Simply this. The child got out of
his bed in. search of you, and it was
only through a man of the West De-
von Regiment taking the bullet in his
own body that the baby is not dead
at this momenta'
Elsie looked at her sister stupidly.
"A mei of the West Devon Regi-
ment!" she said, with a queer tremor
in her voice.
"Yes," replied Maggie scathingly.
"The man whose life you ruined."'
A fortnight after Christmas Maggie
Chambers sat by Jim Brotherton's
bedside. Every afternoon since the
accident occurred she had sat there,
her heart full of sympathy for the
man who had risked his life for the
child of the woman who had treated
him so badly. The wound was rapidly
healing, but he was still weak.
From time to time he looked into
the girl's face wonderingly. The fea-
tures were those of Elsie Chambers.
There were the same sleep blue eyes,
the saane golden curls, but the ex-
pression on the features was tender
and womanly.
She bent forward, ands -placed her
cool hand on his forehead.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked
gently
Jim Brotherton smiled up at her.
"I cannot believe that you are not
Elsie," he whispered, "and yet—"
"And yet what?" asked Maggie de-
murely.
"You—you are different."
"Yes, we are different," said the
girl, flushing a lithe. "We are twin
sisters, but we are different."
"Twin sisters? But I never saw
you when—when I knew Elsie."
"I know you didn't" the girl re-
turned quickly, "but I often saw you,
and was sorry for you."
"Sorry for me? Why?"
"Because I knew that Elsie Was
fooling you."
"How did you know?"
For . an instant the girl looked into
Jim's face, then she bent forward
with her head on her hands and burst 1
rota a flood of tears
"Maggie," he said, "when I get bet-
ter I am going to leave the Service."
"Yesy" said the girl.
"I am going to turn over a new leaf.
I have enough to live on and to share
with another. Will—will you be the
ane to share it with me?"
"You you mean—"
"I mean/eta you be my wife?"
A joyous right leapt to the girl's
eyes.—London. Answers.
Peace on Barth.
The air is white with snowflakes
That fall in a glistening shower,
And the earth is ,wrapt in silence,'
Save the chimes that ring the hour.
O'er all the earth is fleeting,
And glows in every breast,
The spirit of cheer and loving
That makes the Christmas blest.
And from the old bell tower,
In tones most low and sweet,
The bells chime forth the hour—
The Christmas dawn to greet.
They usher in the morning,
Proclaim to all the land
The tidings of the season --
That Christmas is at hand.
Some women are so anxious to
worry over trifles that they go and
marry them.
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GIFT HANTS BRONCHITIS
Something that every woman wil
appreciate i$ the wire coat Imager
covered with cotton and ribbon, on
which to hang her waists; Wind the
hook, of the hanger with narrow rib-
bon. Fold cotton batting over each,
loop, sprinkling it with sachet powder.
Make bage of ribbon or silk toslip, an
over the cotton and fasten under a.
bow in the center. If one intends to
make a number of these hangers it
will probably be cheaper to buy a
yard" of taffeta or China silk, and use
ribbon for the bows only, By watch-
ing the sales' one can often pick up .a
remnant at a very loty prbe that will
work in advantageously.
A young lady will enjoy a toilet box
for her dressing table or bureau. In
its construction material matters less
than daintiness and neatness of con-
struction. Take a box of the re-
quired size to pieces, being careful not
to break bhe edges. Smooth them,
then cover each piece separately, Put'
a layer of cotton wadding on the bot- I
tem, which may have the lower side
covered with a thin muslin ---you may
use silk, satin, foulard, silkoline or
cretonne for the covering of tho box,
using a figured goods for the outside
if desired and a plain for lining; In
covering, be sure to keep the threads
of the materials straight vrith•the lines
of the pasteboard. Overhand outside
and lining together, making . the
stitches fine and even, then overhand
the sides to each other and to the,
bottom. Pad the top with cotton and
cover with the material; it will be used
as a pincushion. If the box is cov-
ered with silk or satin a very pretty;
effect is gained by stretching a piece
of all-over lace edge, just the depth'
of the box, gather and sew it around:
the top, and cover the joining with a
narrow beading through which No. 1,}
ribbon has been run. Fasten straps'
of narrow ribbon to the box and tee'
cover to keep the latter from falling;
back, and add a bow of wide ribbon'
by which to lift the cover.
Harper's Bazar tells how to make
a working apron which would be a
great convenience to any one doing
fancy work: Make a square of Per-
sian lawn, trimming' it with lace and
tucks, and having it twenty-four
inches when finished. From the mid-
dle of each side make a diagonal
square of beading; cut six yards of
ribbon into four lengths and run
through the beading, makingit very
loose on three sides and drawing quite
tight in the fourth to make a little
fulness at the waist line of the apron.
Make hard knots at all four corners
and then tie double bow ltnots. By.
lifting these bows you can draw
it up into a bag; for strings to the
shirred side to tie around the waist
untie the bow knots at each end. The
little corner on the shirred side gives
a bib effect. When sewing, you have
on a pretty whine apron with a little
bib; when you stop you pile all your
things into your lap and pull up the
pows, retying the double knots on the.
shirred side. A twenty -four -inch
square of black China silk with ane
corner slightly rounded for a bid can
be made with a narrow ruffle of the
same silk on all round. Gather to a
yard and a half of black satin rib-
bon. A pair of scissors and a pin-
ball, fastened to the side of the apron
with long ribbons make it still more
practical:
An apron can be decorated in cross-
stitch embroidery by basting a strip
of scrim or canvas on the part, work-
ing over the canvas and then pulling
out the threads. If the work has
been done with moderate looseness this
will not be difficult.
People who are tired of Christmas
trees, stockings, etc., may try a new
departure in the Christmas basket, a
pretty basket, tied with ribbons, be-
ing prepared for each person.
Mourning at Yuletide.
Through in most civilized countries
and towns Christmas is a time of
gladness, there are some places 'where
the festival time is mourned over. This
is so with Santiago, the capital of
Chili; for during Christmastide, just
eight -and -thirty years ago, she was
plunged into the depths of despair by
a catastrophe such as has never in
modern times befallen the metropolis
of a civilized State. The scene of the
terrible occurrence was the cathedral -
church of La Campania A grand re-
ligious festival was taking place, and
the magnificent building was thronged
with more than 3,000 worshippers, the
elite of the gay ` Spanish-American
city, Twelve thousand silver lamps
shed a brilliant radiance over the mass `
WASan own
SO BAD
Coughed Every Few Minutes.
DR, WOOD'S
',NORWAY PINE SYRUP
CURED HER.
I'Ironchitis starts with a short, painful,
dry cough, acconrpauied with a rapid
wltee,zing, and a feeling of oppression or
tightness through, the chest, At first
the expectoration is a light color but eg �• .
the trouble progresses the phlegm arising
from the bronchial`' tubes becomes of a
yellowish or greenish color, and is vrxy
often of a stringy nature.
Bronchitis should never be neglected,
If it is some serious lung trouble will
undoubtedly follow.
Get rid of it by using Dr. Wood's
Norway Pine Syrup, This well-known
remedy has been on the market for the
past 25 years,.
It cures where others fail.
Mrs. Geo, Lotton, Uxbridge, Oat,,
writes "I have had bronchitis so bad I
could not lie dawn at night; and had to
cough every few minutes to get my
breath. I had :a doctor out to see ine,
but his medicine seemed to do me no
good. I sent to the druggist for some
goad cough mixture, and got Dr. Wood's
Norway Pine Syrup. One bottle helped
me wonderfully, I stopped coughing,
and could lie down, and rest well at
night, I cannot praise it too much."
Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup is
put up ia a yellow wrapper; 3 pine trees
the trade snarl:; price 25c. and 50c.
Manufactured only by Tia T. Mu,-
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urauax Co., Li'1'n'szn' Toronto, Ont.
of muslin and drapery below, and the
acolytes were busy lighting the 1,500
tapers on the grand altar, when there
arose a sudden cry of "Fire!" A
candle had been overturned, and in an
instant almost the interior of the cath-
edral was in flames. Many of those
imprisoned within were rescued
through the windows, for the one door
was quickly blocked; but, when all was
over, it was found that more than
2,000 of Santiago's bravest and best
had perished.
A Christmas -time Jingle.
By James Whitcomb Riley
My dears, do you know, one short
Christmas ago,
There were two little children named
Jimpsy and Joe,
Who were stolen away by their Uncle
that day,
Who drove round and carted them off
in a sleigh?
And the two little chaps, rolled in
buffalo wraps
With their eyes in the furs and their
hands in their laps,
He whizzed down the street, through
the snow and the sleet,
At a gait old Kriss Kringle himself
couldn't beat.
And their Uncle yelled "Ho!" all at
once, and then "Whoa!
Mr. Horses, this store is where we
Want to go."
And as the sleigh stopped, up the
little heads popped,
And out on the sidewalk the old
Uncle hopped.
And he took the boys in, with a wink
and a grin,
And had 'em dressed clean up from
toe tip to chin,
Then he bundled 'ens back in the
sleigh, and cur -rack!
Went the whip; and away they all
went whizzin'. back.
And Jimpsy and Joe, when they
marched in, you know,
There at home, with new suits, both
their parents says "OHI
What dee-lishamous rare little chil-
dren you air,--
War
ir,—W'y you' got the best Uncle tha' is
anywhere!"
But their Uncle just pats the boys'
heads and says, "Rats!"
In a whisper' to them—"Parents purr
same as cats;"
Then he kissed 'em and rose and fish-
ed round in his clothes,
And lit his old pipe with the end of
his nose.
so
Red and green snow has been seen
in Greenland.
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