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Home My WebLink AboutThe Huron Expositor, 1920-12-24, Page 7MBER 24,192 maseeseemmisat r NOTES OF SCIENCE ith leather a ntetai tube invented for rolling um - hey and neatly, has more than 12,355,000 peat bogs, from much of can be obtained. ter of women's clothing has, t sailor collar that can be into a hood. . ry has, been invented in ar making anchor chains aid to be is good as hand ssful crop of tobacco pro- - year in Hampshire may revival of tobacco growing 3 maids have been patented concrete bath and laundry • and similar household -fix- xvia's largest bakery bars oi at Christiania, being able the demands of 120,000 per- . esh a wearer's memory, a r has been invented with a , celluloid on which memor- rrs written. ..vented in 'Japan for ath- ate the large toes from to increase their wearetaa he ground. l'ing bottles a new house - resembling a• pair of pliers a metal cap into place and air tight a- -barge with its propeller ed that its waves do not a banks is the invention of h engineer. leather faced jaws an =- as been invented for sharp- ety razor blades by draw - between its jaws, t in type a new Italian air - a wing spread of only 13 is driven by a 34 horse- -cylinder engine. ie idea that it bends with sr's foot and, therefore, is ible, an inventer has patent - ted ice ice skate. - experiments have .shown siose to be a valuable cattle Swedish goverament is en - • its manufacture. rig a ton and a half, a elt built in Philadelphia. to LOW horsepower is saki to rgest in the world. :bzergert sonietimes is isolat- the rest of the world for :tho ata time it has been with a radio station. ✓ covered binding twine that invented for harvesting ma - omits the use of a cheaper 1 -the usual twine. ' dish invention is a bicycle sting of a strip of hardened ,ened to the rim of a vitteel imber of springs. enter has given a baby ear - handle upon which can be muff to weau the hands of pushing it in cold weather. aria advertising sign invent - ranee is so mounted on a as to be practically in- n the current is turned off- ( Miner at Metz. latent book, "Memories of si Sir George Aston, the Tet- er who has been a pthneer ,ng to develop the defence itch proved triumphantly 1 during the last Ave, years, a tour on the battlefields ot nd incidentally gives an ae- a dinner at Metz. the hurt two days of the e writes, 'awe put up at !Mete, and on our last night Savited to dine with the Ger- slry regiment in the town. n experience which at my ge I should be sorry to re- sat down to diner at 5.3. rose from the table at 11.30 tceptione.The German oin- ked sat on my left was liter - ✓ the table. I had read tit out people going under the dinner, but had never seen, , and on this occasion 1 iat I did not notice his di's- *, because I was talking to ' neighbor; when I turned convivial one had silently way, and I did not realize rhad gone for setae minutes. a not considered a regular evening, so we were let of nily two oilicere sent round c-sse.ges that they wished to each of us, but I believe tines every officer used to d each toast had to be h no heel -taps; you had to ur glass after drinking to t there was no deception. bor ou the other side Was - vesting, he had ridden in ' charge at Mars -la -Tour, is claimed that about 600 it a hostile army corps out The disappearance 0.1.:„ tn.l: neighbor called my aften.- - owe wine glasses, of which a: at least six, intended for quors; one was ftdi of ex- re-undy, one of champagne, er of beer. the party broke up most of t to a beer bail or cafe to evening, but some of IA n getting away to bed." Queen's Confession. the treasures of Belvoir !At, "Confession Book," wall }ed in close on thirty years eeen Alexandra, then Prin- ales. -My favorite queen," Dagmar; king, Richard Lion; hero. Marl borough; kespeare; artist, Rubens; larles Dickens; virtue, char- bl ue ; Rower, f orget-me-; e, Edward; oseupation, , piano; anineentent, rid - ambition, no to interfere people's business; chief slander; favorite , motto, tit mai y ctliv..nt Sticks to Iron, elon of cement to iron .e.rengte to leitifineee can - found by an expert to be elniug effect of mortar on • (eteent doss not stick to ally, if at all, out the. giver by gripping a por- Imaid iron as the concrete n sf-tting. • DEC AMER 24, 1920. , Tom.. MOORE A By THEODORE BERT SAYRE THE MITSSON CO., LTD. Toronto (Continued from last week) Farrell flushed with pleasiure • at $ir Pereival's commendation. "I" faith," he answered, "even in Ireland NVe are not entirely lacking in taste." "No, not • entirely,"' observed the baronet. And the cards, -Terence? , Does Fortune smile upon you these (lays. ' ae so frequently as my Ptakei dcNemands, Mr .\ To tell the truth, I've played in mast villainous' luck thri last week." "Then possibly you 'would -regard the opportunity to earn one hindred pound a with .favoring eye?" • "Weald I? Try me, Sir Peacivaa" answeted Farrell eagerly. . "Very well, Terence," replied the baronet, "but whether you accept or refuse my proposition you bind youia self as an honorable man to repeat to no one what I shall suggest?" ."Of' course," answered Farrell. • "You many confide me, Sir Per- cival." "a have work for that infernally clever brain of yours. One hundred pounds if you will devise a scheme that parts Bessie Dyke from this Ton? Moore who annoys ine." • It cannot be said that Farrell was astonished at- the words of Sir Per- cival. Neverthelesa, that such a great and clever man . should consider -.it advisable to obtain assistance in out- -witting so comparatively rustic 1, an -individual as Tom Moore, was, in the youth's eyes, rather a damaging ad- mission of weakness. At least so he regarded it, for the moment not re- alizing that to a gentleman of large fortune it was far more satisfactory to busy another's brain than to great- ly exert. his own, even though the result of the latter might be more pleasing in the end. "One hundred pounds," repeated' Sir Perch -al, languidly. "But Tom Moore is my. friend." . "Ah!" said the baronet, "in that case one hundred and one pounds." Farrell laughed aTiattle. • "'Very well, Sir Percival," said he, °I will undertake to 'earn the sum - you mention; I must admit the airs and graces with which Moore sees . fit to conduct himself are extremely offensive to me. His manner is one of extreme condescension, and more :than once I have felt myself' to be 'open the veage of resenting "Theit," said the baronet, '"it is agreed ?"" • Farreli nodded pleasantly. "How will -you do it?" "Easily, Sir Percival. You leave_ the affair to me and fix it so Bessie Dyke will never look at IT Moore again." "If you suceped., I'll, make it one hundred artic-fifty- ." - "Ab," said Farrell, lifting the lafch tra the schoolhouse door `tI- like deal- ing With you:, Sir Percival:" At almost the same moment Bessie Dyke eritere-d at' the opposite , aide. Sir Pereival betaed in his most court- ly manner. "Here is the missing damsel at. last," he said. Moore pushed the half-closed door open and stepped in, bucket in hand. "There is more to follow," he an- nounced, setting his ,burdeo . in an out-of-the-way earner as he spoke. "More?" echoed Sir Percival, ques- tioningly: . aYes, Tom- Moore." qA villainous pun, upon my- hon- er.' • "A pun upon your honor might well be such," said Moore, corning forward. • Sir Percival allowed an expiession of surprise to passsover his handsome face. "Egada' he gently, as though in veileok wonderment. "Wit, and frrip such a source." "A t•ance of wit makes game mare attahry," returned Moore, not at all irritated at the baronet's accent af su per iority. "And I know your :.ranit,,7` he .added in an undertone. ' "Indeed?" "In deed and in thought, too," answered Moore, cheerfully. "'You will eat sucaeed, my good sir." "Will you prevent me, Mr. More?" "I fancy so, Sir Percival." The • baronet raised his voice, so that the conversation, hitherto in- audible to the others, who were clus- tered at the side of the room, could he easily heard. He did this intend- ing to overwhelmthis youth, whom he despised both as a rustic and as an Irishman; with the apt ana sting- ing wit that had made him ifamoous even in London drawing-rdoms ac- customed to the sparkling sallies and epigrams of Sheridan and Rogers. ife regaided the conversational de- feat of Moore as an easy task,' and proceeded to attempt it with a con- iicience born of many hard-folight victories won in the brilliantly; flip- pant circle surrounding the Prince of Wales, a society that could only be described as pyrotechnically witty. "I understand that you write poetry r. ore." "But you would not -understand the poetry 1 write." "But I might buy some of it. I ant not over particular as to merit, you see." al' am very particular, you see, to • Catarrh Catarrh is a 1oca,1 disease greatly influ- enced by constitutional conditions. RAMIS CATARRH 1VIEDICINE is a --- Tonic and Blood Purifier. By cleansing the blood and building up the System, HALL'S CATARRH MEDICINE restores normal conditions and allows Nature to do its work. All Druggists. Circulars free. P. J... Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio. whom I sell." 411rhY?" demanded Sir Percival • taking snuff with a graceful flourish "Because I write for the masse I and classes, not for the asses," re : plied Moore, as pleasantly as though ; paying a delicate compliment to /the /whim:Mtn.- ' Sir Percival recognised that the / first point had been scored by 'lila hitherto despised rival, and rallied gamely, as became a gentleman of blood and breeding. "That last accounts for your un- popularity with. your fellow-countrY- men," he suggested. E - OVER 16 YEARS No Rehm Of. The- Rollo • *Since Taking "Frolt-alyes" _ 103 Cuenca Sr., MosrsitaL. I s a gf wareatsuffererro KFiu. Oh 1 arenotthe assesI a ud • 1 s you i tended tliat for me, ed to, Sir peeeivaLe matirmfaroverz6years. Iconsultetl • specialists; took medieine; used lotions; but nothing did me good. Then Ibegim to use "Fruit-a-tives", and, in 15 days, the pain vms easier and the Rheumatiim much better. Gradually, overcame my Rhasmaism; and ROW for five years, 1 have had no return.of the trouble. I cordially recommend this (rat medicine to all sufferers." ,, 13`. H. MO 1110VH. 50c a box, 6 for 62.50, trial size 2.58. At ,all dealers or seat Postpaid by Fruit-a-tes Limited, Ottawa. then?" "Does a fellow feeling make you. wondrous kind?" asked Moore, in- nocently. , "Hum. Rather clever, Moore," said Sir Percival; planning ia pkrticular nasty retort, which he was prevented from delivering. by Besaie's approach. "How is my little Schoolmistress to -day?" he said, winningly, to the girl. ' Moore,, Joitth to relinquish his -vic- tory, deciaed. to contimie the ...battle of wits, and thus brought abOut his undoing in the moment of his triumph. "Your little schoolmistress?" he 're- peated., "Have you become a scholar, Sir Pereival?"- "To be taught by Mistress Dyke, I would become anything." "Except honest," suggested Moore. "Sir!" exclaimed his rival, angrily. "Why sir, if you are honest!' al -- ready, there, is surely no need of • change." "He had you there, Percy," said Lord Brooking, joining the gA•up• . "On the contrary, Brooking, Mis- tress Dyke has nte here," replied Sir Percival,. his anger cooled. "We all have our troubles," -ob- served Moore, plaintively, "even Mig- tress Dyke." This was the baronet's opportunity, and be made good _use of it.. "Egad," he drawled, "hive you been. reading your own poetry, Mr. Moore?" Bessie laughed merrily as Moore tasted ' the bitterness of- defeat and allowed himself to be led away to the organ by Lord - Brooking. "A song .Mr. Moore. I've heard such reports of your singing that I am more than eager to listen to one of your ballads. Mr. Dyke and our friend Farrell join -me in the request." • "But, my lord," objected Moore, casting • an inquiring glance towards where- Sir Percival was titlking giibly to the little- schoolmistrass, "I—er-a- really I'm not in voice tosday."1 -"Nonsense!" - said his lords*. "We will not be denied, Mr. Moore." "Then since I'm not Saint Peter, I'll have to yield. What shall it be?" A. short diacussion followed at the organ, and when this had, been set- ' tied bu Dyke and Farrell choesing "The Shamrock," Moore, calmly pay- ing no attention to such a detail as that, proceeded to sing bis latest poem, written only that morninz in honor of Sir Percival. Nothing could have been more 'to the point, for at this very moment the baronet was urging the girl to ratify her parent's decision in regard to the proposed move to' London, oainting for her..inA , -vid words what a- - "successful career at Drury Lane eatre would mean: at the same time dwelling upon her father's op- portuoity for advancemett as poet and scholar. "Oh! weep for the hour When to Eveleen's bower The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; The moon hid her light From the. heavens that night, " And wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's. shame. • 'The clouds passed -soon ' From the chaste cold • moon. And heaven , smiled again with her vestal flame; But none will see the day Wheli the clouds shall pass away, *Which that dark hour left upon Eveleen's_fame. "The white snow laY On the narrow pathway When, the Lord of the Valley crest ri over -the moor; • And many a deep print - On the white ° snow's tint Showed the track of his footsteps to Eveleen's oor. "The next sun's ray Soon melted away Every trace_ oz the path where the false Lord came; .- But there's a light above Which alone can remove That stain upon the snow of *fair Eveleen's fame." Moore's voice died away melodious- ly in the last plaintive note. "A very pretty song, Mr. Moore. It tells a beautiful story and points a splendid moral," said Lord Brook- ing. "Yes, my lord," answered Moore, glancing toward Bessie. "It shows the folly of a poor girl in believing aught told her by a nobleman. It is as true nowadays .as it wag then." • "Oa, Tom," said the girl, tremu- lously. "It is beautiful. Is it not, Sir Percival?" • "Oh, very, very," replied the bar- onet. "Extremely so. I congratu- late you, Mr. Moore." "Have you reason to do so, Sir Percival?" asked Moore. His question was answered im- mediately, for Bessie -turned toward the gentleman addresed. - "I thank you, Sir Percival," she said, "but I fear London is not for such as father and me." As Moore gave a sigh of relief and turned away, satisfied that he -had foiled the baronet in his attempt to entice Bessie from Ireland, Farrell touched him on the arm and led him to one side, "Will you meet me here, Tom, in. half an hour?" he asked. -- "Is if important, Terry?" demand- ed Moore, who intended to devote the rest ofthe afternoon to courting Bessie. "It may mean money enough -to start you in London." "The devil!" exclaimed the poet. "I'll meet you then, for to London I am *bound to go, sooner or later." _ At this moment Lord Brooking, who had been chatting in.'s corner with Mt. Dyke, cameforward, -followed by the old gentleman.' "Sir Percival," said his lordsliiP a malicious twinkle in his eye, "Mr. Dyke has invited .us to try a -little wine of his own -manufacture. You will be charmed, I .know." "A rare variety of grape, Sir Per- cival," said Ma. Dyke, delightedly. "In .fact, I venture to assert that you have never tasted such a vint- age" "Very likely net, Mr. Dyke," re- plied Sir Percival, quite convinced that -such was the case, and not at all sore that he might not regard liiinself as favored by fortune on that account. • "You will honbr me?" askedMr. Dyke; eagerly. • Sir Percival saw he Could not re- fuse without wounding the pride of his would-be host, and therefore yitded politely. "I shall be delighted, I am sure," he answered. Then, lowering his voice, he. murmured in- Brooking's ear: "I owe you one, my lord." . Brooking Iaughtd and toOk the baronet's arm. "Come, then," said he, pointing to the door -with his walking -stick. . "Perhaps Mr. Dyke will read us another poem," said Sir Percival, Irpefully. "Heaven •forbid!" whispered his • lordship. "Could anything be Mare appropri- ate ?"- continued the baronet. "We drink the wine ;pressed from our friend's own grapes, while we listen to the poetry his muse has sipped from the fountain of the gods upon Parnassus." • "You should write poetry, Sir, Per- cival," said Mr. Dyke, much flatter- ed. - "I'll leave that .to Mr. Moore," answered the baronet, advancing to- wards, Bessie; "There are several other things I. wish you would leave to me," said the poet. , "No doubt," replied Sir Percival. "My arm. Mistress Dyke?" "r most decline that honor," said Bessie. . "My duties require me to remain here for a while longer." "I am sorry for that, Mistress Dyke. You will join us. Mr. Mooren' "I never drink, Sir Percival," re- plied Moore.- endeavoring to look virtuous without much success. "Indeed?"• said the baronet. "You had better begin, sir.- Then perhaps you would write less poetry," * Moore failed to find a suitable re- • tort, and therefore mounted the little platform* on which stood the black- board. as Mr. Dyke, Lord Brooking, and 'Farrell moved towards the door. "Mistress Dyke," said SiroPercival. "if you can spare a thought this af- ternoon, perhaps you will oblige me by reconsidering your' decision in re- gard to London?", • have quite made up m -y. mind, thank you," apswered Bessie, dtist- ilia off her desk ith her apron. "Simple country fol would be out of -place in- so great a "ty." "Brains and beauty are made wel- comeeverywhere," answered the baro- net. "Moreover, it is a wonta.n's priv- • ilege to change her mind." • "Will you be long, my daughter?" :.s1-ecl Mr. Dyke, turning at the door. "Not very long; father," she an- swered, demurely. "The—the arith- metic is very difficult for to -morrow, and 1 mu-st be' prepared for the les- sonit-ore bellied himself to a piece of eball-C. and began figuring on the blackboard. 'What sae you doing?" asked Sir Percival, eying the poet through his glass. "I am preparing the 'arithmetic," aeplied Moore. marking a huge six upon the board. Then turning he counted those present. "Six," said be. "One—two--4hr-ee--four." • As he spoke he checked off all but I3essie and himself upon his fingers. ."Four from six," he continued, do- ing the subtraction with the chalk, "leaves two, Bessie and me. Good_ afternoon, gentlemen." Every one laughed but Sir Percival, who contented himself -with a faint msny-1ile_ "Quite for laughing - will come .so," said he, "quite a joke. later." "The later the better," said Moore. "He who laughs last laughs best. Delay it as long as you can, and you will enjoy it more." "No doubt, Mr. Moore. Good af- ternoon to you, Mistress Dyke. Sir, PM your most obedient" "Good -day, Sir Percival," said • Bessie, dropping a courtesy as the baronet turned again at the door. Then, as his. tall figure vanished from the threshold,he faced her lover with a little sigh of relief. "Tom," she said reprovingly, "you must not speak as you do to Sir Percival. For. a little while I feared you would have a real quarrel." - 0114 HURON EXPOSITOR 1 I- ‘41:', erhapa that woirld be theeasiest way- of of it, after all," said Moore, belligerently. "I'd ask nothing bet -- ter than to get a chance at him." "I can't have you fighting with, every stranger that comes to Ireland, Tom," said Bessie, assuming that slight air of proprietorship that is so soothing to an eater lover, imply- ing as it does a regard not only of the present moment, but apparently keeping in sight possibilities of the future. Moore felt this subtle influ- ence and yielded to it gradually, "Thanks be, to St. Patrick, they are gone at last," said he in a sulky tone4.4 "Now you can ,do"'your with- metie." • Bessie held her hand over the basin obediently, and Moore poured over it the water from the pail. l'elt—h!" cried the, schoolmiatress. "What ails you, Bessie?" "My, but that water is cold." "Truefor you," replied Moore rtibbiag her hand with a cake of soao he found in the basin, "but you have so often thrown cold water on ma heart it is only fair I should pour ,some on your hand?' • , "Oh, I see, Mr., Moore," replied Bessie, "and now that You have given. me so much soft soap, you think you will try hard soap for a change." Moore lathered .her fingers vigor- ously. "Tom, you are trossf" said Bessie, , "You have gnessed ray .secret It reProachfully. "This is whit I get is a lovejy little hand -you have, for staying- here to please you." Beseie, buN your nails are too long, "What was Sir Percival saying to darlin'." you so confidentially -just now?" , "If you behave'Yourself, they won't "He was coaxing me to go to Lon- bother you, Tom." don." "Each finger a lily with a rosebud "I knew it," cried Moore, angrilyfor a tip," poetized Moore, presuming I "Tll do that gay lad an injury if he al kiss the bouquet. Bessie snapped keeps 'on." her finger, sending a shower of tiny "Hush, Tom," .said Bessie, reprov- drops in the youth's face-. angly do` soMething deSperate to "Oh" cried Moore. "Murder! "A water lily?" asked she. • him," Continued- Moore'striding up- Murder! You have put the soap in and down the room in bis rage. . my -eye," and he forthwith proceeded "Tom," said the girl; in her Most to dance around in a, mannerinore persuaaive tone, "Tom!" - vigorous than *graceful. punish him terribly'if he don't Bessie was .conscience-stricken at let you alone theresult of her joke. Bessie seized him by the_arm and compelled him to halt. "Tom dear," she asked, "what will you do'?" • "I—I--I'll dedicate a volume -of my poems to hini, if -he 'don't look out,"' declared Moore, yielding to the girl's calmieg influence. "But I am not going to Lendon," laughed 'Bessie, "so you'll let him off this time, won't you, Tom?" "Youlvromise you will net go, Bessie?" 'asked Moore, earne.stly, tak- ing her hands in his. "I promise that while you are as true and kind as you have been to- day, Fil not even think of it again," she answered, soberly. "True?" repeated Moore, tenderly. "Why, every thought of Mine has been faithful since -first I met you. Kind? The devil himself couldn't be an.ything but sweet to you, I'm sure."_ . • Bessie drew her hands aWay, satis- fied that she had made sure of the public peace continuing unfractured SO far as her lover wee eonceaned. "Now" she said, in pretty imita- tion ofj -his previous tross speech, "now you can do your arithmetic." "Can I?" answered Moore, laugh- ing. "Then the first sum' will be an addition. One added to two. One kiss to, two lips." "And the .second?" asked Bessie, at a safe distance. "Subtraction. Two kisses from two "That would leave tnothifig, Tom." "Nothing but a taste of heaven," replied he, hopefully approaehing her. "A kiss is not right," objected Bessie, in -her most moral accents.. • "Then • give me one that is left," urged Moore. "I see you have plenty, Bessie." - She shook herhead. .1 "Time enoogh. for that *hen you have 'been to London. You M•ight _see some girl there whom yatu would much prefer, and I'll'not 'nsiarthe risk till It know that- ia'allarat a-tastie swered ! Ala Bessie, BespadstrlingI whiwill you doubt me s _- 011., 1.• love you, dearest. I love yoti." - •.. .- .. "Sonietimes," she answered in a softer. tone, "sometimes I almost be- lieve you meals what -you say. Ah, aTom, if I could only be sure!" . An eager light. came into- Madre's- t fine e es. - - . • "W at can I do to make you sure?" he whispered, his voice vibrant with love and tenderness. , 'N. "I will' tell you, Tom. Wait till time has proved your- heart beyond all doubting. We are both young, and the, world is all befere us. For you, dearest Tont, it holds fame' and for- tune—" \ • t "Ah, Bessie," he interrupted, "do you think so?" "There will come a day," she an- swered, proudlsr, "when instill Ireland there -will be no name sclYboasted of, so loved and reverenced, as Thomas Moore." "And yet if this be true, rd throw it all away gladly, if by so doing, I'd be sure of you," Moore answered, sincerity -written on his face, "Bessie my darlin', why won't you believe in me? Won't you love me, 'Bessie? Can't you love me, Bessie, dear?" For a moment the girl hesitated. In her heart she yielded, but tefore the words of surrender left her lips she rallied and remained outwardly true to her resolve. Had Moore taken her in his arms and kiased her, read- ing aright the soft glowing eyes bent on him with so loving a glance, she would have faltered in her determina- tion, but he did not realize that the time had that second come when she would have sacrificed to her love for him her perconceivect and care- fully cherished idea of what was right and best for them both, and so he failed to take advantage of the one opportunity to have his own way that capricious fortune granted him. Had he been wiser, hie whole future life Might have been changed. Lon- don might never have known the sweetest poet ever brought forth by Ireland and the afterwards First Nightingale of Fashion's drawing - room might have . lived and died an obscure rhymer in some country 'town. Like a knowing lass, Bessie, finding herself on the verge of a tear, sought safety in the relaxing influence of a laugh, and extending an ink -be- smeared .finger in reproach, demand- ed If Moore intended to make good his promise to remove the stain. Moore chuckled and the tenseness of the situation was removed. "Faith," said he, abandoning his attempt to persaade Bessie from her way of 'thinking, "I'll wash your hands 16r you, for fear, if I don't, you'll wash your hands of inc." Turning on his heel, More crossed to the corner where he had left his bucket of water, and,. picking it up, placed it beside the basin that lay on the bench. • • "Come here, Bessie, and I'll scrub ! you clean as a 'whistle," he announced cheerfully. "What a shame, Toni. I am so sorry." , ' "Oh—h!" exclaimed Moore, sitting .down on the beneh with his face in his hantike'rchief. "Help! Thieves!" "Oh, Tom," said Bessie, till of regret, "does A hurt you dreadfully?" "It does that." "Oh, I am So sorry." 'Thank yOu kindly." Kneeling down beside Moore, Bessie drew aside the handkerchief and kissed him soundly on the eye thus -brought tint° view. '"Who did that?" demanded Moore, is though in doubt. did," answered Bessie, boldly. "Is it better?" "Yes," replied Moore, "but the other eye is full of soap. Cure that, too, like a darlina Bessie." "There," said the girl, decisively. "I don't believe it hurt you at all. You have made a fool of me." Feeling himself detected, Moore abandoned his pretenee of suffering. "Well," he said, with a broad smile, "I am a ,kiss to the good at all events. : Many thanks, Bessie." "Tom, I am very angry with you." "I don't believe it, Bessie. You ought to be com'p'limented to see how. hard I am willing to: work for a • kiss." "I'll not believe you again." "That is nothing new, Bessie, dars lin'. You are a most unbelieving, young female at best." "There is some one at the door. Toni," said Bessie, her quick eat' hearing a foot on he doorstep. "Come in," said ,goore, in answer to Farrell's knock, and that young 'gentleman entered, carrying hinfaelf, in so evident an imitation of Sir Per cival Lovelace that the poet roared outright. • "What is the joke r asked Farrell,' not at all pleased at Moore's laugh- ter. . "You are, ,Terx.y," replied , the other, llititft, it is ..t9q. 1341 entirely that we haven't a glass so tou 'could see. My, ' But you are a macaroni. Terence Is Lovelace pleased-awith his pupil?" And, drawing his handkerAief from his pocket in emulation of Far- rell's manipulation of his, Moore Tito- ceeded to swagger up and down the schoolhouse in so accurate an hnita- eon of Farrell's recently adopted manner of comporting himself that even Bessie laughed.• e, Farrell grew red with anger, but, deciding this was not the time to resent Moore's fun. apparently took the performance in good part. "You are in fine spirits, Tom," he observed,: laying his hat on a con- venient stool. "Nevillavbetter." replied Moore, jov- ially. "Can I do anything for you, Terry, my boy?" "Have you forgotten our engage - molt?" "Faith, I had that. Terence." Then, turning to liesesie, Moore con- rYou see, alanna, how you drive everything but yourself out of my head?" "That is as it may be," reniarked Bessie,-• sagely, taking her hat from the nail in the wall supporting ,it. "I must be going. There is my arith- • ••••• consists chiefly of Assam teas...the richest and ed in the world—is full flavored and very econo Never sold in bulk. metic, Toni. You can carry it for meat Moore took, the book held 'out to him,• "I'll not be long," he said, as though in excuse. "I promised to have a bit of a confab with Terry. When that is over with, ni join you at your house." Bessie nodded pleasantly and walk- ed over to the door. "'Well," she said, looking out as she 'opened it, "I can't lack for an escort. There is Sir Percival now." 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