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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1923-11-23, Page 7t t9. 4 es ire' WIrelooJa}e • for your wife - ler than an eg,- on telephone2' rhe tip* .and 40ngth, t. 1Psed in .Punning AP and dowlE ata,•, toanaver-" ox make telephone: calls can be better.'; employed. Ete>ision teleplonea • a Coat. only $1.244 month! Who charge for install- ing is only $1.001 They ,e . a r e a wonderful con- : venience. If you order now, we Can install an Extension telephone for Christmas, BW. ry Bali Tysphon• is Len/ Distance Station • FARMS FOR SALE Ifin AA ACRE FARM FOR SALE OWNEB will sell • on reasonable terms for quiet asks. Apply to R. S. HAYS, Seaforth, Oaf 2666.28 FI ARM FOR SALE. -100 ACRES, LOT 80, Concession 8. Hibbert. On the premixes tbere are a brick house, two bank barge. warage, two good wells, spring creek, three agree of hardwood bush, w fences and rue strained. Rural mall and telephone; 1ya mUm !ram chool; 7" ml1® from Seaforth, Apply 8aep MRS. CHARS YOUNG, Staffs, Ont. !909-tt paten FOR SALE.—FOR SALE 20 ACRES clawed land, situated one -Quarter mile east of Bruceaeld on the Mill Road. On the wrosnisea are a two story brick house, with eight rooms and wood shed, frame barn, 40a26; driving shed, 22x42, and hen house, 10.17. Will 'be sold on reasonable terms. For further particulars apply n the premises or address JACK ROSS, Brucefleld Post Office. 2911-10 WARM 'FOE SALE.—FOR SALE LOT 17. .1Coaceesion 0, McKillop, containing 109 -ries. There are on the premise, a frame house; .two barns, one large barn 600866 on stone and cement foundation: one bay barn 20x60, also a shed joining two barns. The land is in good state of cultivation, well fenced and drained: a good orchard and Savo good wells, one drilled well, water 4 feat from top; also 12 acres of hardwood bush. This farm is situated 0 miles from the Town of Seaforth 'and will be sold ra- aonable. For farther particulars apply to SAMUEL SMITH, Lot 15, Concession 9. Mc - Sinop. R. R. No. 1, Dublin. 2906-tf 5 Fj ABM FOR HALE.—FARM OF TWO BUS dyed acre. adjoining the Town of S. forth, conveniently situated to all Mamba. cahoot and Collegiate. There is a comfort- able omfort able brick cottage with a cement kitchen; barn 100x66 with stone stabling underneath ler 6 homes, 76 head of cattle and 40 h.gr with 'steel etanchlone and water before W stock: litter carrier and feed carrier and two cement silos: driving shed and plat- form tales. Watered by a rook well and windmill. The farm is wen drained and In a high state of cultivation. The crop L all in the ground—choice clay loam. Immedl. ate possession. Apply to M. BEATON, 1! E. 2. Seaferth, ,Ont. 2787-tf FARM FOR SALE—FOR SALE, LOT 6 Concession 11, and west half of Int 6. Concession 10, MILS.. Tuckersmtth, con. talntng 160 acres. There are on the premien e good two-story brick house with elate root, large bank barn 100,69 feet with first else. stabling, water In the barn, drive shed 20x84 Mg house and ben house. Two good spring wells, also an over -flowing spring. Th, farce Is all cleared but about 20 acres. The Good hardwood bush, principally maple. All well fenced and"tile drained. Eight acres of dal] heat sown, 45 acres ready for spring crop. The farm is situated 7 miles from Seatorth and 4 mile. from Hensall, one-half mile from school; rural mail and phony Will be sold n easy terms. Unless old by Sprint ft will be for rent For further particulars apply on the premise., or address R. 15, No, 2. Simeon. ANGU9 McKINNON, 2806-tf THE Mc ILLOP MUTUAL WIRE INSURANCE CO'Y. ' HEAD OFFICE—S FORTH, ONT. OF RS: J. Connolly, ' oderich - - President Jas. Evans, Beechwood, vice-president D. F. McGregor, Seaforth, Sec.-Treas. AGENTS: Alex. Leitch, R. R. No. 1, Clinton; W. E. Hinchley, Seaforth; Jhn Mur- ray, Egmondville; J. W. Yeo, Gode- rich; R. G. Jarmuth, Brodbagen. D11ECTORS: VGilliam Rinn, No. 2, Seaforth; a John Bennewies, Brodhagen; James • Evans, Beechwood; M. McEwen; Clin- ton; James Connolly, Goderich; Alex. . Broadfoot, 'No. 8, .Seaforth; J. G. Grieve, No. 4, Walton; Robert Ferris, Harlock; George McCartney, No. 8, Seeforth; Murray Gibson, Brucefleld. NOTICE Any Patrons with Seaforth Cans and not going to • Creamery gg Ilse them to send Cream to no this season, will kindly return them to the Ltirbamery. These are our property and only leaned to patrons, and must be returned in good trader.. The Seaf or h Cr'eamery°. • 111384-tf , (ccotil;-04irom:.gut all ."Hallelujahi Risen! '' Risen!" breathed the glad, Been things, "pushing from the R`arm mother- , mgld. 41,1vingl Iflyipg! X;ovingl ' Lov. i/�r� g!" Addled and fluted the flying thin joyously. We wheeled our man, out into this "divine free/knees of renewed life,! stopping the chair under a glossy, stately magnolia. My Mother and Clelie and Laurence and I bustled a- bout to make him comfortable. Pit- ac+he stood stock still, his tail stuck up lir a sternly admonishing, fore- finger a- acing everything and ev- erybody. 'spread a light shawl over the man's knees, for it is not easy to bear a cruel physical infim ity, to see oneself marred and crip- pled, in the growing spring. He look- ed about him, snuffed, and wrinkled his forehead, his eyes had something of the wistful, wondering satisfaction of an animal's. Ile had never sat in a garden before in all his life. Think of it! - Whenever we bring one of our Guest Roomers downstairs Miss Sally Ruth Dexter promptly comes to her side' of the fence to look him over. She came this morning, looked at our man critically, and showed plain dis- approval of him in every line of her face. On principle Miss Sally Ruth dis- approves of moat men and many wo- men. She does net believe in wast- ing too much sympathy upon people either; she says folks get no more than they deserve and generally not half as much. Miss Sally Ruth Dexter is a rather important person in Appleboro. She is fifty-six years old, stout, brown - eyed. suffers from a congenital inca- pacity to refrain from telling the un- welcome truth when people are mad- ly trying to save their faces, — she calls this being frank,—is tactless, independent, generous, and the poss- essor of what she herself complacent- ly refers to as "a Figure." Fpr a woman so convinced we're all full of natural and total deprav- ity, unoriginal sinners, worms of the dust, and the devil's natural fire -fod- der, Miss Sally Ruth manages to retain a simple and unaffected good- ness of practical charity toward the unelect, such as makes one marvel. You may be predestined to be lost, but while you're here you shall lack no 'jelly, wine, soup. chicken -with - cream, preserves, gumbo, neithersuch marvelous raised bread as Miss Sally Ruth knows how to make with a perfection beyond all praise. She has a tiny house and a tiny income, which satisfies her; she has never married. She told my mother once, cheerfully, that she guessed she must be one of those born eunuchs of the spirit the Bible mentions it was intended for her, and she was glad of it, for it had certainly saved her a sight of worry :and trouble. There is a cherished legend in our town that Major Appleby Cartwright once went over to Savannah on a festive occasion and was there joy- ously entertained by the honorable the Chatham Artillery. The Chatham Artillery brews a Punch; insidious, delectable, deceptive, but withal a pernicious strong drink that is rag- ing, a wine that moeketh and maketh mad. And they gave it to Major Appleby Cartwright in copious draughts. Coming home upon the heels of this, the major arose, put on his Prince Albert, donned his top hat, picked a huge branch of zinnias, and at nine o'clock in the morning march- ed over to Miss Sally Ruth Dexter's. We differ as to certain unimport- ant details of that historic call, but we are in the main agreed upon the conversation that ensued. "Sally Ruth," said the major, de- positing his bulky person in a rock- ing chair, his hat upon the floor and wiping his forehead with a spotless. handkerchief the size of a respect- able sheet, 'Sally Ruth, you like Old Maids?" Here he presented the zin- nias. "Why, I've got a yard full of --"em myself, Major. Whatever made you bother to pick bus? But to whom much hath more shall he given, I suppose," said he, resignedly, and put them on the whatnot. "Sally Ruth," said the major sol- emnly, ignoring this indifferent re- ception of his p offering. "Sally Ruth, come to think of it, an Old Maid's a This New Discovery! Beautifies your hair , Removes dandruff Stops failing hair Grows Hair ask for ------- 7 Sutherland Sisters' COM PLETE- TREATM ENT Fertiliser—Grower—Shampoo All 3 in one package ,1.00 le, Cohtl Ari ex You W VIth f r q uer► t flange' apt 'em, that th1i,X,'Ae Tna 11M0 d w other il9WeF,e, bgg, tjje not; theY'te wltho one aiup'le, terir redoentin' peryele of sweet !The .l;,ord'; made 'Gail, for a- wdfinin' .women, . ,d,What good• under God's, pky it do you to be an, old maid $a Iigthl ? . You're $yin' in the ace' Providence, ,No lady eliould, in face of Proyidence4-she'd a,sight ter By to the.. bosom of some re where. she 'belongs. Thi , mawai looked out -of my windoetand my fell upon these unfortunate flow Right away I thought )of you, Il over here all ajone and by yours with no man's bosom to lean. on Xtaven't really got anything but a fowls and the Lord to love, have yo And, Sally Rutb, tears came to eyes. Talk not of tears till you ha seen the tears of warlike men' believe it would almost scare you death to see me cryln', Sally Ru I got to thinkin', and I said to self: `Appleby Cartwright, you ha always done your duty like a m You charged up to the very muz of Yankee guns once, and you we not scared wu'th a damn! Are y goin' to be scared now? There's plain duty ahead of you; Sally Rut a fipe figure of a "Woman, and s ought to have a man's bosom to le on. Go offer Sally Ruth yours!' here I am, Sally Ruth!" said t major valiantly, Miss Sally Ruth regarded him eri ically; then: "You're drunk, Appleby Car Wright. that's what's the matter wi you. You and your bosom! Why is not respectable to talk like' tha At your age, too! I'm' ashamed you!" I was a little upset, over in Sava nah," admitted the major. "Thos fellows must have gotten me to awa low over a gallon of their inferna brew—and it goes down like silk, to Listen at me; don't you ever let 'e make you drink a gallon of the punch, Sally Ruth." "I've seen its effects before. home and sleep it off," (aid Mis Sally Ruth, not unkindly. "If yo came over to warn me about fillin up on Artillery Punch, your duty done—I've never been entertained b the Chatham Artillery, and I don' ever expect to be. I suppose it wa intended for you to be a born goose Appleby, so it'd be a waste of tim for me to fuss with you about it. G on home, now, do, and let Caesar p you to bed. Tell him to tie a we rag about your head and to keqp i wet. That'll help to cool you off "Sally Ruth," said the major, lay ing his hand upon his heart and try ing desperately to focus her with a eye that would waver in spite of him "Sally Ruth, somebody's got to d something for you, and it• might a well be me. My God, Sally Ruth you're settin' like clabber! It's a shame; it's a cryin' shame, for you're a fine woman. I don't mean to scare or flutter you, Sally Ruth,—no gen- tleman ought to scare or flutter a lady — but I'm offerin' you my hand and heart; here's my bosom for you to lean on." "That Savannah brew is worse ev- en than I thought—it's run the man stark crazy," said Miss Sally Ruth, viewing him with growing concern. "Me crazy! Why, I'm askin' you," said the major with awful dignity, "I'm askin' you to marry me!" "Marry you?' Marry fiddlesticks! Shucks!" said the lady, "You won't?" Amazement made him sag down in his chair. He start- ed at her owl -like. "Woman," said he solemnly, "when I see my duty I try to do it. But I warn you—it's your last chancce." "I hope," said Miss Sally Ruth tartly, "that it's my last chance to make a born fool of myself. ° Why, you old gasbag, if I had to stay in the same house with you I'd be tempted to stick a darning needle in you to hear you explode! Appleby. I'm like that woman that had a chim- ney that smoked, a dog that growled, a parrot that swore, and a cat that stayed out nights; she didn't need a man—and no more do I," "Sally Ruth," said the major feel- ingly, "when I came here this maw- nin' it wasn't for my own good—it was for yours, And to think this is all the thanks I get for bein' willin' to sacrifice myself! My God! The ingratitude of women!" He looked at Miss Sally Ruth, and Miss Sally Ruth looked at'him. And then suddenly, without a moment's worning, Miss Sally Ruth rose, and took Major Appleby Cartwright,who on a time had charged Yankee guns and hadn't been scared wu'th a damn by the car. She tugged, and the major 1 rose, as one pulled upward p by his bootstraps. Ii're aa ly Ru err sae soja, `reetlly a lei u>r p nes o. wont, She, deesh+ ' P he' wage�v of.=w4;M ng UQ, a does 'dowri the earth anal gong to and 1; in it, tram ing ilk$ S tan, ea theetiet" shouldN losehayours—ROI uaboppe a pray it will be a lead '•to you, an "Well take It frotn',pne," he a n' grimly, "there's nobod31 but me col eye Iecting my wages;" `'. vin' A quickapprovalofthia Plain troth elf, ,showed in Miss Sall' Ruth's anap Bing eyes. `f you Come!" aaid she, bM-rjz,�iB�kly, "If yo u ( have got sense enough to see that my you're not so far away from the truth as you might be. Collecting ve your wages is the good and the bad thing about life, I reckon. But ev- to erything's intended, so you don't thlJ need to be too sorry for yourself, my- any way you look it ,it, And you could just as well have'lost both legs while you were at it, you know." She paused reflectively. "Let's see; I've got chicken -broth and Fresh rolls to- day—I'll send you over some, after awhile." She nodded, and went back to her housework. Laurence went on to High School, Madame had her house to oversee, I had many overdue calls; so we left Pitache and John Flint together, out in the birdhaunted, sweet -scented, sun -dappled garden, in the golden morning hours. No one can be quite heartless in a green garden, quite hopeless in the spring, or quite des- olate when there's a dog's friendly nose to be. thrust into one's hand. I am afraid that at first he missed all this; for he Could think of nothing but himself and that which had be- fallen him, coming upon him as a bolt from the blue. He had had; heretofore, nothing but his body— and now his body had. betrayed him! It had become, not the splendid en- gine which obeyed his slightest wish but a drag upon him. Realizing this acutely, untrained, undisciplined, he was savagely sullen, impenetrably morose. He tired of Laurence's reading—I think the boy's free quick- ness of movement, his well knit, handsome body, the fact that he could run and jump as pleased him, irked and chafed the man new and unused to his own physical infirmity. He seemed to 'want none of us; I have seen him savagely repulse the dog, who, shocked and outraged at this exhibition of depravity, withdrew casting backward glances of horrified and indignant reproach. But as the lovely, peaceful, healing days passed, that bitter and contract- ed heart had to expand somewhat. Gradually the ferocity f,tried, leaving in its room an anxious and brooding wonder. God knows mite thoughts passed through that somber mind in those long hours, when, concentrated upon himself, he must have faced the problem of his future and, like one before an impassable stone wall, had to fall back, baffled. H could be sure of only one thing: that never a- gain could he be what he had been once—"the slickest cracksman in America." This in itself tortured him. Heretofore, life had been ex- actly what he chose to make it: he had put himself to the test, and he had proven himself the most daring, the coolest, shrewdest, most cunning. in that sinister world in which he had shone with so evil a light. He had been Slippy McGee. Sure of himself his had been that curious inverted pride which is the stigmata of the criminal. More than once I saw him writhe in his chair, tormented, shaken, spent with futile curses, impotently.lament- ing his lost kingdom. He still had the skill, the cold calculating brain, the wit, the will; and now, by a cruel w chance and a stupid accident, he had lost out! The end had come for him, and he in his heyday! There were L moments when, watching him, I had s the sensation as of witnessing almost visibly, here in our calm sunny gar- s den, the Dark Powers fighting open- ly for a soul. "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." tenet' invalid de, ttftex,Ilir e in "Ong erleetihE" 41.'4 him witlt d g y deepened by ' - tart!lit.bt�be a Id wet ie ,vex sense ber'father'w cballil Ado not her'mothor's. troy `Xh t aft moon slip, brougbz the` 1 t little girl. with her, to shake .ear ale. ou quaintanee. When the child, ehyly and friendly, looked up,: it.eeeiued to Ase for an. anguished mompent as if an. aid other little girl bad walked, out of Bulb: toathat Uttletlust pilaymalte of my was youth. Right then and there Mary Virginia walked into my heart and took possession, as of a place swept her MO- uld of she nia she her Cher er, re, nil ful to ee. my ant far the red her n- et, of, !d- en this n0 h tle 11 a d rid d a e Y a 0 e a r h a u and garnished and long waiting' , coming,' When we better my then used to knew that if she 'co have chosen a little girl instead the little boy that had been 'I, must have chosen Mary Virgi Eustis out of all the 'world: Like Judge Mayne's Laurence, chose to make the Parish House second home—fhr indeed my mo ever seemed to draw children to h as by some delightful magic. He then, the child learned to sew a to embroider, to acquire beauti housewifely accomplishments, and speak French with flawless pert tion; she reaped the benefit of mother's girlhood spent in a cony in France; and Mrs. Eustis was too shrewd not to appreciate value' of this., And so we stand Mary Virginia. I watched the lovely miracle of growth with an almost painful to derness. Had I not become $�prie had I realized those spring hopes mine; and had there been little chi ren resembling their mother, th my own little girls had been like one. Even thus bad been their bl eyes, and their too, such hair of sac curling blackness. The hours I spent with the litt and Laurence helped me as we as them; these fresh souls and grow ing mins freshened and revive mine, and kept me young in heart. "We are all made of dust," sal my mother once. "But Mary Vi •ginia's is star dust. Star dust, a dew: and morning gold," she adde musingly. She simply cannot imagine evi much less see it in anything' or i anybody," I told Madame, for a times the child's sheer innocence trou bled me for her. "One is puzzle how to bring home to this naive sou the ugly truth that all is not good Now, Laurence is better balanced. H takes people and events with a say ing grain of skepticism, But Mar Virginia is divinely blind," My mother regarded me with tolerant smile. "Do not worry to much over that divinely blind one my son," said she. I assure you, sh is quite capable of cecina a steep! in daylight! Observe this: yester day Lawrence angered her, and sh seized him by the hair and bumps his head against the study wall—n mild thump, either! She has in he quite enough of the leaven of un righteousness to save her, at a pinc —for Lawrence was entirely right she entirely wrong. Yet—she mad him apologize before she consents to forgive him, and he did it grate fully. She allowed him to under stand how magnanimous she was in thus pardoning him for her own naughtiness, and he was deeply im- pressed, as men -creatures should be under such circumstances. Such wis- dom, and she but a child! I was enchanted!" "Good heavens! Surely, Mother, I understand you! Surely you re- proved her!" "Reprove her?" My mother's voice was full of astonishment. Why should I reprove her? She as perfectly right!" "Perfectly right? Why, you said indeed, I assure you, you said that awrence had been entirely right, he Entirely wr•opg!" Oh, that! I see, well, as for that, he was." "Then surely—" "My son, a woman who is in the wrong is entirely right when she makes the man apologize," said my mother firmly, "That is the Law, fixed as, the Medes' and the Persians', and she who forgets or ignores it is ground between the upper and the nether millstones, Mary Virginia re- nremebered and obeyed. When she grows up you will all of you adore her, madly. Why, then, should she he reproved?" I have never been able to reflect upon Lawrence getting his head humped and thAn gratefully apolo- gizing to the darling shrew who 11,1 it., without a cold wind stirring my hair. And yet—Lawrence, and 1, too, love her all the more dearly for it! Misercre, l)omine! ve an. zle re ou a h's he an So he t- t- th it t! of n e 1- 1 o.m t Go g y t s 0 t t n s 44 Ouch! Turn loose! I take it hack!. The devil! it wasn't intend- ed for any mortal man to marry you —Sally Ruth, I wouldn't marry you now for forty billion dollars and a mule! Turn loose, you hussy! Turn loose!" screeched the major. Unheeding his anguished protests, which brought Judge Hammond Mayne on the run, thinking some- body was being murdered, Miss Sally Ruth marched her suitor out of her house and led him to her front gate. ere she paused, jaws firmly set, yes glittering, and, as with hooks of„ teel,, took firm hold upon the gallant` major's other ear. Then she shook him; his big crimson countenance, re- ining a huge overripe tomato, gled deliriously to and fro. was born"---shake—"an old d,"—shake, shake, shake—"I have —by the grace of God" shake, e, shake—"an 'old maid, and I ct"—shake—"to die an old maid! n't propose to have"—shake—"an windbag offering me his blub.efy bosom .shake, shake, S this time of my lifer : nd don't forget it, Appleby ' artwright I REI You go b ck home"-- , shake, ehak and sober up, old gander yo a3or Appleby Cat'twright Steed sem wag I mai lived ehak ex e B FOR PEOPLE WHO CARE ora to Uwe rip their appearance, SEVEN SU7'H. old ERLANwill"D SISTERS' COLORATORS will ttanatar)a their flair 60 any shad.'flalyd. you A simple twos tram:meat. Hirmisu, Inca. THD, $niiv4y, deeahla $.eha'shoal'Asir triter Sirs siorsins cliff dismal eWiMi. , uAuia(m, Dxtt ;stat, Seafortil. YouM CHAPTER IV UNDER WIN C,S. If I have not heretofore spoken of Mary Virginia, it is because all that winter she and Mrs. Eustis had hcea away; and in consequence Appleboro was dull enough. For the Eustises are our wealthiest and most import- ant mpt r 1 t- ant family, just as the Eustis house, with its pillared, Greek -temple -effect front, is by far the handsomest house in town. When we have important folks to entertain, we look -to the Eustises to save our faces for In by putting them up at their house. One afternoon, shortly after we had gotten settled in Appleborn, i carne home to find my mother enter- taining no less a personage than Mrs. Eustis; she wasn't calling on the It was May when Mary Virgina calve hack to Applehorn. She hail written us a bubbling letter, telling us just when we ware to expect her, and how happy she was at the thought of being home once more. We, ton. rejoired, for we had missed her sadly. My mother was so happy thatshe planned a little intimate feast to celebrate the child's return. I remember how calm and mild an 'evening it teas. At noon there had been a refreshing shower, and the air was deliciously pure and clear, and full of wetwoodsy scents. The raindrops fringing the hushes became prisms, a spider web was a fairy foot -bridge; and all our birds, leaving for a moment such house- hold torments as squalling insatiable mouths that mustbe filled, became jubilant choristers. "The opulent dyepots e t of the angels" y phad been e ht' mi red lavrshiy across the sky', and the old Parish House lay steeped in a serene and heavenly glow, every window glittering diamond -bright to the west. Next door Miss Sally Ruth was feeding and scolding her cooing pig- eons, which fluttered about her, light- ing upon her shoulder, surrounding her with a bright -colored living' • cloud• alongthe Jeddah?) black e'`ab P. lay blinked atMtheue m regretfulilly�w hie slanting emerald area. P,rgm... Mayne kitchen -steps came, !faint., Daddy January's sweet quevprin old voice: "twine tuh climb up higher 'n'.highe Some uh dose days-.-" John Flint, ,anent, depressed, with folded lips and somber eyes, hobbled about awkwardly, savagely training Weisel/ to use the crutches West- moreland had lately brought him. Very unlovely he looked, dragging himself along like a wounded beast. The poor wretch struck a discordant note in the sweet peacefulness of the spring evening; nor could we say anything to comfort him, we who were not maimed. Came a high, sweet, shrill call at the gate• a high yelp of delight from PItache, hurtling himself forward like' a woolly white cannonball; a sound of light and flying feet; and Mary Virginia ran into the garden, the lit- tle overjoyed dog leaping frantically about her. She wore a white frock, and over it a light scarlet jacket. Her blue eyes were dancing, lighting her sweet and fresh face, colored like a rose. The gay little breeze that came iitong with her stirred her skirts, and fluttered her scarlet rib- bons, and the curls about her tem- ples. You might think Spring her- self had paused for a lovely moment in the Parish House garden and stood before you in this gracious and vir- ginal shape, at once delicate and vital, Miss Sally Ruth, scattering pigeons right and left, dashed to the fence to call greetings. My mother, seizing the child by the arms, held her' off a moment, to look her over fondly; then, drawing her closer, kissed her as a daughter is kissed. I laid my hand on the child's head, happy with that painful happiness her presence always occasioned me, ofi six r dralilt; a s no unusual tl tl br 3n such c --e, "wire a aald �f4 deep gravity i" shit 1 win growing up. Site sag: to. put up my hair arid., et•, frocks pretty soon, and that e nkg.x iii yearably. ;thought ushe hobeaupes .to.':g 1 .wonb't, untilinI'veof got' thio school at leas " The almostt unconscious:' of MSAs Jenny's •pecking,. voice made me .swilo. "Beaux! ' Long pldrtai Put hair!' Great Scott, will •you` ifet<en•,, the kid!" scoffed Laurence. "You c Meeting little silty, yan! P! Madame, these cakes are certainly to the good. May I bave enol two or three, please?" Vin 'most thirteen years old, Lau., renee Mayne," said Mary Virginia,,. with dignity, '`You're only eventeeka 90 you don't need tp' gyve yo such hateful airs. You're, not:tito oa to be greedy anyhow, Padre; ono growing up?" I fear so, my child," said X. gloomily. `You're not glad, either, are your Padre?" But yotin were such $ delightful child," I temporized.- - "Oh, level" said Laurence, eying her with unffattering brotherliness, "And she had so much feeling, too, Mary Virginia! Why, when I wage sick once, she wanted me to die, so she could ride to my funeral in the front carriage; she doted on funerals,. the little ghoul! She was horribly disappointed when I got better—she thought it disobliging of - me, and:. C LEANS EVERYTHING. No soap needed when you put a half teaspoonful of Charm in the dishwater. 2 for 25c at all Good Grocers when she came back after an absence —as if the Other Girl flashed into view for a quick moment, and then was gone. Laurence, who had fol- lowed, stood looking down at her with boyish condescension. "Hull! I can' eat hominy off her head!" said he, aggravatingly, "Old Mister iggity!" flashed Mary Virginia. A then she turned and met. face to face, the fixed stare of John Flint, hanging upon his crutch- es as one might upon a cross, — a stare long, still, intent, curious, spec- ulative, almost incredulous, "You as -e the Padre's last guest, aren't you?" her eyes were full of gravest sympathy, "I'm so sorry you met with such a misfortune—but I'm gladder you're alive. It's so good just to be alive in the spring, isn't it?" She smiled at him directly, taking him, as it were, into a pleas- ant confidence. She seemed per- fectly unconscious of the evil unlove- liness of him; Mary Virginia always seemed to miss the evil, passing it over as if it didn't exist. Instead, diving into the depths of other per- sonalities, ., always she brought to the surface whatever pearl of good might lie concealed at the bottom. To her this sinister cripple was simply an- other human being, with whose mis- f"rtune one must sympathize human- ly. Clolie; in a speckless white apron and a brand-new red -and -white ban- danna to do greater honor to the lit- tle girl whom she adored, set a table under the trees and spread it with the thin dainty sandwiches, the de- lectable little cakes and the fine hon - bons she and my mother had made to celebrate the child's return. And ito imp nom mi us mg am Robert's! ASY• ,�' P • ® ofrheT n'wchafCodLirreilsr'I I: for COUGHS. COOS. ✓ and BRONCMfT(S I rorrirrfiirt it i that I'd done it to spite her. Once,. too, when I tried to reason with her —and Mary Virginia needed reason if ever a kid did—she bumped my head until I had knots on it. •There's your delightful Mary Virginia for you!" "Anyhow, you didn't die and be. come an angel -you stayed disagree- ably alive and you're going to be- come a lawyer," said Mary Virginia, too gently. "And your head was bumpable, Laurence, 'though I'm sorry to say I don't ever expect to bump it again. Why, I'm going a- way to school and when I come back I'll be Miss Eustis, and you'll be Mr. Mayne! Won't it be funny, . though?" 1 don't see anything funny in calling you Miss Eustis," said Laur- ence, with boyish impatience. "And, I'm certainly not going to notice you if you're silly enough to call me Mis- ter Mayne. I hope you won't be a fool, Mary Virginia. So many girls are fools." He ate another cake. "Not half as big fools as boys are, though," said she, dispassionately. ately. "My father thew nays the man is always the bigger fool of the two." ' Laurence snorter]. "I wonder what we'll be like, though—both of us?" he mused. "Fou? You're biggity now, but you'll be lots worse, then," said Mary Virginia, with untlattering frank- ness. "I think you'll probably strut like a turkey, and you'll be bald- headed, and wear double -lensed horn spectacles, and spats, and your wife will call you 'Mr. Mayne' to your face and `Your Poppa' to the child- ren, and shell perfectly despise peo- ple like Madame and the Padre and me!" "You never did have any reason- ing power, Mary Virginia," said. Laurence, with brotherly tact. "Our black cat Punch would put it all over you. Allow me to inform you I'm not higgity, miss! I'm logieal—' something a girl can't understand. And I'd like to know what you think You're goingtogr up be?" "Oh, let's quit talking about it," she said petulantly. "I hate to think of growing up. Grown ups don't seem to be happy --and I want to be hap•. py!" She turned her hear, and, met once more the absorbed and 7a fust stareof the marl iri' the. chairs (Continued neat • 1 a,j4��,i)tla. r'II;•'"r.?F. 1fY�1,�;' desk s , v7. eql/fi,14 I, �i�