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him far more pieasuuo thr i pain.
Of Arthur Carrollton no mention i
hail been made, but he readily guess I
ed the truth; and, thinking "it fr I
well," he laid the letter aside and
Went back to Rose, deciding to say
othing to her then. IIe would wait !
until his own feelings were perfectly ,
defined. Flo a week went by, and
gain, as he had often done before, 1
e sat with her alone in the stilly
night, watched her as she slept, and
thinking how beautiful she was, with
her golden hair shading her childish
face, her long eyelashes resting on
her cheek, and her little hands fold-
ed meekly upon her bosom.
"She is too beautiful to die," he
murmured, pressing a kiss upon her
lips.
This net awoke her, and, turning
toward him, sho said: "Was I dream-
ing, Henry, or did you kiss Inc as
you used to do?"
"Not dreaming, Rose," he answer-
ed; then, rather hurriedly, he added:
e`I have a letter from Maggie Miller,
Ansi ere 1 answer it 1 would read it
to you. Can you hear it now?"
"Yes, yes," she whispered faintly,
"read it to ate, Henry;" and, turn-
ing her face away, she listened, while
he rend that Maggie Miller, grown
weary of her troth, asked a release
from her engagement.
He finished reading, and then wait-
ed in silence to hear what hose
would say, But for a time she did.
not speak. All hope for herself had
long since (lied away, and now she
experienced only sorrow for Henry'■
disappointment.
"My poor brother," she said, at
last, turning her face toward him
and taking his hand in hers. "I am
• sorry for you -to lose us both, Mag-
gie
aggie and ate, What will you do?"
"Rose," he said, bending so low
that his brown locks mingled with
the yellow tresses of hor hair,
"Rose, I do not regret Maggie Mil-
ler's decision, neither do I blame her
for it. She Is a noble, true -hearted
girl, and so long as I shall live I
shall esteem her highly; but I, too,
have change(] -have learned to love
another. Will you sanction this new
love, dear Rose? Will you say that
it is right?"
The white lids closed wearily over
the eyes of blue, but they could not
keep back the tears which rolled
.down her face, as she answered,
somewhat sadly: "Who is it, Hen-
ry?"
There was another moment of si-
lence, and then he whispered in her
ear: "People call her Rose; I once
called her sister; but my heart now
claims her for something nearer.
My Rose," he continued, "shall it
be? Will you live for my sake? Will
you be my wife?"
The shock was too sudden -too
great, and neither on that night, nor
yet the succeeding day, had Rose the
power to answer. llut as the dew of
heaven is to the parched and dying
flower, so were these words of love
to her, imparting at once now life
and strength, making her, as it were,
another creature. The question asked
that night So unexpectedly was an-
vwered at last; and then, with almost
perfect happiness at her heart, she,
too, added a fe* lines to the letter
(which henry sent to Maggie Miller,
e whose pathway, hitherto so
bright, a fearful shadow was fall-
ing.
CHAPTEII. XVIII,
It was a rainy April day -a lay
which precluded all outdoor exercise,
land Iiagar Warren, from the win-
dow of her lonely cabin, watched in
!vain for the coming of Maggie Mil-
•icr, It was now more than a week
since she had been there, for both
Arthtn' Carrollton acid herself had
'accompanied Anna Jeffrey to New
(York, going with her on board the
vessel wh[h was to take her from a
country she so affected toedislike.
"T dare say you'll be Maggie some-
body else ere 1 meat you again," she
said to Maggie, at parting, and Mr.
C'arrc.'lton, on her journey home,
found rt hard 10 Seep from asking
her if for t',e "somebody e!ee" She
would l 'h•a i1' t•i his 11 "me end so
be ":inter:,' ('aseoilton.'.
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his manner toward her so affection-
ate, that ere Hillsdale was reached
there was in Maggie's mind no long-
er a doubt as to the nature of hie
feelings toward her. Arrived at
home, he kept her constantly at his
side, while Hagar, who was suffering
front a slight attack of rheumatism,
and could not go up to the stone
house, waited and watched, thinking
herself almost willing to be teased
for the secret, if site could once more
hear the sound of Maggie's voice.
The secret, however, had been for-
gotten in the exciting scenes through
which Maggie had passed since first
she learned of its existence; and it
was now a long, long time since sho
had mentioned it to Iiagar, who
each day grew more and more deter -
Mined never to reveal it.
"My life is almost ended," sho
thought, "and the secret shall go
with me to my grave. Margaret will
be happier without it, and it shall
not be reVenled."
Thus she reasoned on that rainy
afternoon, when she sat waiting for
Maggie, who, site heard, had return-
ed the day before. Slowly the hours
dragged on, and the night shadows
fell at last upon the forest trees,
creeping into the corners of Hagar's
room, resting upon the hearthstone,
falling upon the window pane, creep-•
ing up the wall, and affecting llagar
with a nameless fear of some im-
pending evil. 'L'his fear not oven the
flickering flame of the lamp, which
she lighted at last, and placed upon
the mantel, was able to dispel, for
the shadows grew darker, folding
themselves around her heart, until
she covered her eyes with her hands,
lest some goblin should spring into
life before her.
The sound of the gate latch was
heard, and footsteps were approach-
ing the door; not the bounding etep
of Maggie, but a tramping tread,
followed by a heavy knock, and the
next moment a tall, large man ap-
peared before her, asking shelter for
the night. The pack ho carried
showed him at once to be e. peddler,
and upon 0. nearer view, Hagar re -
roger i,ccl in hint if stranger who,
years before, had craved her hospi-
tality.. Ile had been civil to her
then; she did not fear him now, and
site consented to his remaining,
thinking his presence there might
dispel tlit' in} atericus terror hanging
around her. But few words passed
between them that night, for ,Mar-
tin, as he called himself, was tired,
and after partaking of the supper
she prepared, he retired to rest. The
next morning, however, lie was utero
talkative, kindly enlightening her
with regard to his busiuoss, his
family and his place of residence,
which last he said was in Meriden,
Connecticut.
It was a long time since linger
hacl heard that name, and now, turn-
ing quickly toward 111111, she said :
"Meriden? That is where my 1 lester
lived, and where her husband died,"
"I want to know," returned ' the
Yanked peddler, "What might have
been his name?"
"Hamilton -Nathan Hamilton. Did
you know hint? 'Ho died nineteen
years ago this corning summer."
"Egzactly!" ejaculated the ped-
dler, setting down his pack and
himself taking a chair, preparatory
to a long talk, "Egzactly; I know -
ed him like a book. Old Squire
Iiampleton, the biggest man in Mer-
iden, and you don't say his last
wife, that tall, handsome gal, was
your darter?"
"Yes, she was my daughter," ans-
wered Iiagar, her whole face glowing
With the interest she felt in talking
for the first time hi her life with one
who had known her daughter's hus-
band, Maggie's father. "You knew
her? You have seen her?" she con.
tinued; and Martin answered: "Seen
her a hundred tines, I'll bet. Any-
how, I sold her the weddin' gown,
and now I think on't, she favored
you. She was a likely person, and
I allus thought that rod sister of
}fis'n, the widder Warner, might
i ss than
I have been in better b
usne th
Lakin' them children away as the
did, because he married his hired
gal. But it's as well for them, 1
s'pose, particularly for the boy, who
is one of the fust young men in
Wooster, now. Keeps a big store!"
! "Warner, ll'arner!' interrupted old
Iiagar, the nameless terror of the
night before creeping again into her
heart. t. "Whose name did you say
was Warner?"
"Tho hull on 'em, boy, girl and
all, is called \Varner now -one Rose
and t'other Henry," answered the
peddler, perfectly delighted with the
interest manifested by his auditor,
who, grasping at the bedpost and
moving her hand rapidly before
her
caves, as if to clear away, a !Mist
which had settled there, continued,
"1 remember now Mester told me of
the children; but one, she said, wan
a step -child; that was the boy,
wasn't it?" and her wild, black eyes
h(ul in them a look of unutterable
i
anxit tI , wholly incontpt•ehens ble to
the peddler, who, instead of answer-
ing her question, said "what ails
you, woman? Your face is as white
as it piece of paper?"
"Thinking of nester always af-
frets inc so," She n nswered; and
stretching her hands beseechingly to-
ni
tr
wart) hila, she entreated a ssi 11m t Y
if Henry were not the step -child.
"No, marm, lie tvat'n't," aniwered
the peddler, Who, like a great many
talkative people, pretended to know
more then he really did, and who
in tiffs particular instance ryas cert-
ainly mistsikeh. "I can tell you 'eg-
ractly how that le: Henry was the
son of ]lir. lainpleten's limit mar-
riages Hen} ' flaiapleton., The lec•
and wife, the one your darter lived
with, was the widder Warner, and
had a little gal, Ittse, when she
married Mr. Templeton. This wid-
der Warner's husband's brother mar-
ried Mr. liampleton's sister, the Wo.
man who took the children, and had
Henry change his name to Warner.
The Hanipletons and Warner*/ were
mighty big feelin' folks, and the old
Squire's match mortified 'ern dread-
fully.,,
"Where aro they now?" gasped
Hagar, hoping there might be some
mistake.
"There you've got me!" answered
Martin. "I haven't seen 'em this
dozen year; but the last I heard,
Miss ]Varner and Rose was !tyle' in
Wooster. But what the plague is the
matter?" he continued, alarmed at
the expression of Hagar's face, ati
Well as at the strangeness of her
Manner.
Wringing her hands as if she would
wrench her fingers front their sock-
ets, she clutched at her long white
hair, and rocking to and fro, moan-
ed, "''Woe is me, and woo the day
when I was born."
From every one save her grand-
mother !Margaret had kept the
knowledge of her changed feelings
toward Henry ]Varner; and looking
upon a marriage between the two as
an event surely expected, old Hagar
was overwhelmed with grief and
fear. Falling at last upon her
laieeb, she cried, "Had you cut my
throat from ear to ear, old man, you
could not have hurt mo more, Oh,
that I had died years and years
ago! But I must live now, live!" -
she screamed, springing to her feet;
"live to prevent the wrong my own
wickedness has caused."
Perfectly astonished at what he
saw and heard, the peddler attempt-
ed to question her, but failing to
obtain any satisfactory answers, ho
finally left, mentally pronouncing
her "as crazy as a loon." This
opinion was confirmed by the people
on whom he next called, for, chanc-
ing to speak of Hagar, he was told
that nothing which she did or said
was considered strange, as she had
been, called insane for years. This
satisfied Martin, who made no fur-
ther mention of her, and thus the
scandal which his story, night oth-
erwise have. produced.swas prevented.
In the meta af:ere, on her face old
Hagar lay, moaning bitterly. "My
sin hes. found me out; found me
out; and just when I thought it
never need be known. For thyself, I
clo not caro; but Maggie, Maggie,
how can I tell her that she is bone
of my bone, flesh of my flesh -and
me, old Hagar Warren.
"It would bo impossible to de-
scribe the scorn and intense loathing
concentrated in the tones of Iiagar's
voice as she uttered these last words,
" `and me, elf Hagar warren! Had
she indeed been the veriest wretch on
earth, -she could not have hated her-
self more than she did in that hour
of her humiliation, - when, with a
loud voice, she cried, "Let me die ;
oh, let me die, and it Will never be
known!" Then, as she reflected up-
on the terrible consequence which
would ensue were she to die and
make no sign, she wrung her ,hands
despairingly, crying, "Life, life, yes,
give me life to toll her of my guilt;
and then it will be a blessed rest to
die. Oh, Margaret, my precious
child, I'd give my heart's blood,
drop by dr(5p, to save you; but it
can't be; you must not wed your fa-
ther's son; oh, Maggie, Maggie!"
Fainter and fainter grew each suc-
ceeding word, and when the last was
spoken, she fell again upon her face.
unconscious and forgetful of hes
woe. Higher and higher in the hea-
vens rose the morning sun, stealing
across tt e window -sill, and
shining aslant the floor, • where Hag-
ar still lay in a deep, deathlike
swoon. An hour passed on, and
then the wretched woman came
slowly back to life, her eyes lighting
up with joy as she whispered, "It
was a dream; thank Heaven, 'twas a
dream;" and then growing dim with
tears, as the dread reality came ov-
er her. The first fearful burst of
grief was passed, for Hagar now
could weep, and tears did her good,
quelling the feverish agony at her
heart. Not for herself did she suf-
fer se much as for Mag, trembling
for the effect the telling of the se-
cret would have on her. For it
must be told. She knew that fule
well, and as the sun fast neared the
western horizon, she murmured, "0h•
will she come to -night, will she come
to -night?"
Yes, Hagar, she will. Even now
her feet, which, when 'they backward
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hall -way rock is reached -nearer and
nearer she comes -her shadow falls
across the floor -her hand is on your
arm --her voice is in your ear -Mag-
gie Miller is at your side--Iieavex
help you both!
CIIAP'TER XIX.
"Iiagar! Hagar!" exclaimed Mag,
playfully bounding to her side, and
laying her htund upon her army
"]What aileth thee, Iiagar?"
The words were meet, for never
Hagar in the desert, thirsting for
the gi shin fountain, suffered more
than did she who sat with covered
face and made no word of answer,
Maggie was unusually happy that
'1.1 ', for but a few hours before she
had received Henry's letter, making
her free -free to love Arthur Carroll-
ton, who she well knew only waited
a favorable opportunity to tell her
his love; so with a heart full of hap-
piness she had stolen away to visit
!lager, reproaching herself as she
came for having neglected her so
long. "But I'll make amends by
telling her what•I'm sure she must
have guessed," she thought, as sho
entered the cottage, where, to her
surprise, she found her weeping,
'fhieSing the old woman's distress
might possibly he occasioned by her
neglect, she spoke again: "Are you
crying for me Hagar?"
"Yes, Maggie Miller, for you -for
youf" answered Hagar, lifting up a
face so ghastly white that Maggie
started back in sonic alarm.
"Poor Alagar, you are ill," sho
said, and advancing nearer she
wound her arms around the tremb-
ling form, and pillowing the • snowy
head upon her bosom, continued
root hingle ".1 did not mean to stay
awey so long. I will not do it
again, but I am happy, Hagar, so
happy, 'Tager, so happy that I half
forgot myself."
For a moment Hagar let her head
repose upon the bosom of her child,
then murmuring softly. "It will nev-
er lie there again," she arose and,
cord 'onLing Maggie, said: "Is it
love which :mikes you so happy?"
"Yc.i, Hagar, love," answered
Margaret, the deep blushes stealing
over her glowing face. ?
''And is your intention tb marry
the num you love?" continued Ha-
gar, thinking only of henry Warner,
while Margaret, thinking only of
Arthur Carrollton, replied, "If he
will limiry 111e, I shall most surely
marry flim•"
"It is -enough. I must tell her,"
whispered Hagar; while Maggie ask-
ed, "Tell me what?"
1?or a moment the wild eyes fas-
tened themselves upon her with a
look of yearning anguish, and then
Hagar answered slowly: "Tell you
what you're often wished to know -
my secret!" the last word dropping
from Her lips more like a warning
(ties than like a human sound. It
was long since Mag had teased for
the secret, so absorbed had she been
in other matters, but now that there
was a prospect of knowing it, her
curiosity was reawakened, and while
her eyes glistened with expectation,
she said: "Yes, tell it to me, Ha-
gar, and then I'll tell you mine;"
lord all over her beautiful face thele
shone a joyous light as she thought
how Hagar, who had once pronounc-
ed Henry (Varner unworthy, would
rejoice in her new love.
"Not here, Maggie -not here in
this room can I'tell you," said old
Hagar; "but out in the open air,
where my breath will conte more
freely;" and leading the way, she
hobbled to the mossy bank where
:flag had sat with Arthur Carroll-
ton on the morning of his departure
for ]Montreal.
Here she sat down, while Maggie
threw' herself upon the clamp ground
at her feet, her face lighted with
eager curiosity, and her lustrous
eyes bright as stars with the excite-,
went. For a moment Hagar bent
forward, and folding her hands one
above the other, laid them' upon the
head of the young girl as if to
gather strength for what she was
to say. But all in vain; for when
she essayed to speak, her tongue
clave to the roof of her mouth, and
her lips gave forth unmeaning
sounds. •
"It horst be something terrible to
affect her so," thought Mag, and tak-
ing the bony hands between her own,
she said, "1 would not tell it, Ha-
gar; '1 do not wish to hear."
The voice aroused tate half -fainting
woman, and withdrawing her hand
from Maggie's grasp, she replied,
"Turn away your face, Margaret
31111er, so I cannot see the hatred
settling over it, when I tell you what
I roust."
"Certainly; my back if you prefer
it," answered Mag, half playfully;
and turning around, she leaned her
'head against the feeble knees of Ha-
gar.
"Maggie, Maggie," began the
poor old woman, lingering long and
lovingly over that dear name, "nine-
teen years ago, next December, I
took upon my soul the secret sin
which has worn my life away, but
1 did it for the love I had for you.
Oh, Margaret, believe it, for the love
I had for you, more than for my
cairn ambition;" and the long lingers
slid nervously over the , bands of
shining i hair just tit within herreach.
At theu•
touch of those fingers,. R
, 4&g
shuddered involuntarily. There woe a
vague, undefined terror stealing over
her, and impatient to know the
worst, she said, "Go on. Tell me
What you did?"
"I �� cried
can't -and yet I
must ed Iiag r. "You 'ou were a
beautiful baby, Mag, anti the other
' one Was sickly, Pinched and blue.
I had you both in my room the
night after Hester died; and the dev-
.i1-Maggie, do ;wnu kilo* holy the
devil will creep into the heart and
whisper., whisper till the brant is all
00 fire'' This thing he did til me,
Maggie, nineteen yr -sus acct: he whis-
pered -whispered dreadful things, and
his whisperings titre of you."
"liorriblcl Iiagar!,. exclaimed
;Maggie. "Leave the devil, and tell
ole of yourself:"
"']'hat's it," answered Hagar. "if
I had ht,t left him then, this hour
would never hate come to hie; but I
! listened. and n hen be told me that
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a handsome, healthy child would Iso
More acceptable to the Oonways
than a weakly, fretful one -when he
said that Hagar Warren's grand.
child had far better be a lady than
a drudge -that no one would ever
know it, for none had noticed either
-I did it, Maggie Miller; I took you
froth the pine boatel cradle, where
you lay -••I dressed you in the other
baby'e clothes -1 Iaid you on her
pillow -1 wrapped her in your coarse
white frock -I said that she was
nllne, azul Margaret -oh, heaven!
can't you see it? Don't you know
that I, the shrivelled, skinny hag,
who tells you this, ant your owls
grandmother!"
There was no need for Maggie Mil-
ler to answer that appeal. Tlte'
words had burned into her soul-
scorching her veru life -blood and
maddening her brain. It was a, fear-
ful blow -crushing her at once. She
saw it all, and knew there was no
hope. The family pride, at Which
she had often laughed, was strong
within het• and could not at once
be rooted„out. All the fond house-
hold memories, though desecrated
and trampled clown, were not so
soon to be forgotten. She could not
own that half -crazed woman for her
grandmother! As Hagar talked, she
had risen to her feet, and now, tall
and erect as the mountain ash
which grew on her native hills, she
stood before her, every vestige of
color faded from her face, her eyes
darts as midnight and glowing like
coals of living fire, while her hands,
locked despairingly eogether, moved
slowly toward Iiagar, as if to thrust
her aside.
"Oh, speak again,” she said, "but
not the dreadful words you said to
too just now. 'Fell me they are false
-say that my father perished in the
storm, that my mother Was she who
held me on her bosom when she died
that • I -oh, Hagar, I am not -I will
not be the creature you say I ani.
Speak to ate," she continued; "tell
ate, is it true?" and in her voice
there was not the olden sound.
1Toarse-hollow-full of reproachful
anguish it seemed, and bowing her
head in very shame, old Iiagar made
her answer: "Would to Heaven 'twere
not true --but 'tis --it is! Kill me,
Maggio," she continued; "strike me
dead, if you will, but take your eyes
away; You must not look thus at
ate, a heartbroken wretch."
But not of Hagar Warren was
Maggie thinking then. The past, the
present, and the future were all em-
bodied in her thoughts. She herd
been an intruder all her life; had rul-
ed with a high hand people do whom
site had no claim, and who, had
they known her parentage, would
have spurned her from then. Theo,
whom site had held in her arms so
oft, calling her sister and loving her
as such, was hers no longer; nor yet
the fond woman who had cherished
her so tenderly -neither was hers;
end in fancy site saw the look of
acorn upon that woman's face when
she should hear the tale, for it must
be tole}, and she oust tell it, too.
She would not be an impostor; and
then there flashed upon her the ago-
nizing thought, before which all else
seemed as naught -in the proud heart
of Arthur Carrollton was there a
place for Hagar Warren's grand-
child? "No, no, no!" she moaned ;
and the next moment she lay at
lIagal''s feet, white, rigid and in-
be"
"She's dead!" cried Hagar; and
for one brief instant she hoped that
it was s0. s
Fiat not then and there was Mar-
go: et Lo die; ane. slowly she came
back to life, shrinking from the
touch of Llagar's hand schen she felt
it on her brow.
"']'here may I;e some mistake," she
wherperctl; •but Iiagar answered,
"There is none;" at the same time
relating so minutely the particulars
of the deception that Maggie was
convince:!, and covering her face w ith
her h alas, sobbed aloud, while
gar, sic ting by in silence, was nerv-
ing'
erviilia; herself to tell the rest.
The sun had ad, and the twilight
shadows were stealing down upon
than, whin, creeping abjectly upon
he knees toward the wretched girl,
she s,id: "There is more, Maggie,
more -1 have not told you dell."
But Maggie had heard enough, and
exerting all her strength, she sprang
to her feet, while Hagar clutched
eagerly at her dress, which was
wrested from her grasp, as Maggie
fled away -away -she knew not, car-
ed not whither, so that she were be-
yond the reach of the trembling
voice which called after her to re-
turn. Alone in the deep woods,
with the darkness falling around her,
she gave way to the mighty sorrow
which had come so suddenly upon
her. She could not doubt what she
had heard, She knew that it was
true, and as proof after proof crowd-
ed upon her until the chain of evi-
dence was complete, she laid her
head upon the rain -wet grass, and
shudderirkgly stopped her ears, to
shut out, if possible, the memory of
the dreadful Words, "1, the shrivel-
ed, skinny hag who tells you this,
am your grandmother." For a long
time she lay there thus, weeping till
the fountain of her tears seemed
dry; then weary, faint and sick, she
started for her home. Opening cau-
tiously the outer door, she was
gliding up the stairs, when Madam
.Conway, entering the hall with a
lamp, discovered
her, and uttered
an
exclamation of surprise at the
strangeness of her appearance. Her
stress, bedraggled and wet, was torn
in several places by the briery
bushes she had passed; her hair,
loosened from its confinement, hung
down her back, while her face was
so white antig hastly that Madam
m
Conway in touch alarm followed her
up the stairs, asking what had hap-
pened.
"Something dreadful came to nes
in the woods," said Maggie, "but I
can't tell you to -built. To -morrow
1 shall be better -or dead -oh, 1
wish I could be dead -before you
hate me so; dearrand— No I
fg ,
didn't mean that -you ain't; forgive
me, do," and sinking to the floor,
she kissed the very hem of ]Want
Conway's dress,
Unable to understand What she
meant, Median Conway divested her
• of her damp clothing, and placing
her in bed, sat down beside her,
r.r,tnw vently. "Can xau tell me
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of wrong habits of eating and living.
\Ve eat too touch, take too little
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and when the system gets load.d with
foul impurities, which irritate the
digestive system and set up inflamma-
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They awaken the liver and ensure the
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now whet frightened you?"
A faint cry was Maggie's only 'e
swer, end taking the lady's h tel
she laid it upon l:er forehead, whe
the drops ps of perspiration w,
standing thickly. All right lo.,
Madam Conway sat by her, go:
once to communicate with Artie -
Carrollton, who, anxious and aha• 1
ed, canto often to the door, as'.11 •
if she slept. She slid sleep at legit
a fitful fereriblr deep; bet e'er s•
the sound of Mr. Carrollton's t•ai•
n s;rasm of pain distorted her fel:
tures, and a low moan came fro:
her lips. Afeg;,•'ie had teen tet']}i:'•
excited, end when neat morning i
awoke. she was pie c•::e,l w itis bu..
ing fever, while her notal at int.
cats seemed wender!u,:• and re t
days were pass; d, she was ravis
with delirium brougl.t, on. the pl ; -
sirian said, l'y wire ib(ide it situ,
the nature of which no one 00..1
even ghees.
h`or three weeks she hoe ereti re
tween life and death, whispering c.
of the "horrid shale which had r s,
her in the words, robbing her of hi
pintas and life." Winding her foe 1
amts around Madam. ('onway's ne, :.,
she would beg of her most 'Memo,
"not to cast her off --not to sets
her away from the only home e! c
had aver known -for I couldn't heir,
it," she would say. "I didn't }now
it, arid T've loved you all :.o much -
so much! Say, grandma, may 1 ctrl
you grandma all the salve? 1%111 scot
love poor Maggie a little?" Lind '".a -
dant Conway, listening to words
whose meaning she Could not fath-
om, would answer by laying the ach-
ing head upon her bosom, and try-
ing to soothe the excited girl. 'theca
ti niolied home but at
too,was ,
her Maggie at first refused to look,
and covering her eyes with her hand
ishe whispered scornfully, "pinched
and blue, and pale; that'•s the very
look. T couldn't see .it when I you call-
ed eider."
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Then her mood would change, and
of
tonin Theo to her side,she
Motioning
would say to her: "Kiss mo once,
Theo, just ai you used to do When I
Was Maggie Miller."
Toward Arthur Carrollton she from
the first manifested fear, shuddering
whenever he approached her, and
*till exhibiting eigns of uneasin(ss
f t he left her sight. "He hated
her," Ale said, "hated Ler for what
she could not help;" and when, at he
often did, he carne to her bedside,
*peeking to her words ot love, she
would answer mournfully, "Don't,
Me. r',nrrollton; your pride is strong-
er than your love: You will hate me
'When you know it ell."
('to be continued.)
The Brave Front.
Though luck be on the bum, wear a
brave front. What though -disaster
ceme? Wear a brave front. Say
stoutly: "I won't whine, throw
spasms or repine; I'll have no grouch
in mine! 1" Wear a brave front.
Though life's a toilsome climb, wear a
brave front; all griefs will end in time;
wear a brave front; though other pil-
grims stop, of all their woes to yawp,
strive and you'll reach the top -wear a
brave front. Tears rt_ver helped a
gent; wear a brave front; grumbling's
not worth a cent, wear a brave front;
though you are tired and faint, plug
on without complaint, sounding your
war -cry quaint -wear a brave front.
Kicks never smoothed a road; wear a
brave front; oaths never eased a load;
wear a brave front; no one admires the
guy who ceases not to sigh -he with
the briny eye -wear a brave front.
Bad luck must leave at last; wear a
brave front; trouble will soon be past;
wear a brave front; fate is a mean old
hag, but she will cease to nag men who
don't chew the rag; wear a brave front.
-Walt Mason,
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on their experience in use of this remedy
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Ontario Health Report.
Returns to the Provincial Board of
Health from the various local Health
Officers during the past• month show
a vast increase in the number of cases
and deaths reported for communicable
diseases in the Province as compared
with August, ]911. T:1,i; increase looks
alarming in cold figures, and would
make it appear that public health was
notimproving, as, for instance, in all
varieties of communicable diseases
2,005 cases and 804 deaths in August
this year as against only fila cases and
113 deaths in August, 1911. But the
increase shown is rot due to a greater
prevalence of disease, but to the fact
that the local Boards of Health are re-
porting cases more thoroughly under
the new Provincial Health regulation.
This is particularly noticeable with re-
gard to tuberculosis.
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is r, ^•1- n i •
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Take Hall's Family Pills for constipa-
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Miss Mary Leitch of Coulson wass
fatally burned by a lamp explosion
which also caused the destruetion of
the house and contents.
Sir Wilfrid Laurier joined in tho'wel-
come extended by the citizens of Ottawa
irrespective of party, to Premier Bord-
en.