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Fortune favors them wha work aye wi’abusy hauu', Folk‘ll ne’er win form; if they at the fireven‘ staun' ; Look before ye tak’ the lamp in meikle things an’ sum), Tak’ things in n canny way, but aye work awa’. Help yerael‘a whaure‘er ye gang.a.n' aye work awa‘. 'Mang the simmer’s sunshine an' the cheerless winter suaw ; Navel: {ippen to yer fflen‘a, tho' they may loudly mév’v. H 01p yersel'a whaure'er ye gang, an’ aye work awa’. (moansâ€"Aye work awa’, my Men’s, 0 aye work awn‘. Help yersel’swhaure‘er yegang. an'uye work uwu‘. Dimm speak unkindly words aboot the folks ye keu Never let'a bitter nne anithor"a ear gee ben Lifeless {0115 are fun fleas, but there’s mane with: oot a. flaw, Kindly speak 0’ nneborfi than, an” aye work awn’. Never any that ye're 3114mm], though prood folk pass ye by, Want 0' sense nmk’fi witlpsa folk aft baud their heida ower high; Dunner on, ne'er rash yer thumb Wi’ sic like 101k ava', Warsel ou iu’ cheerily, an' eye work awa'. Keep a calm sough. never let yer tongue wag up an' doun, Empty giruels are aye sure to gi’e the loudest mun" When you’henr o'ithers' quarrels. while they scrape an’ craw. "'Mang them be‘t” be aye your word.nn'nye work awa’. Life a’ through is jist a fecht e’on to the very grave, Better life abnne ia promised to the Ian] nn’ brave; Let us fecht wi’faithful he"rts,aud we‘ll over» come it a.‘ â€" Help yemal's wlmnre'er yo gang, an’ayn work - awu'. Women lave admiration, approbation, pelt-immolafiion on the part of otheri : are often weak. vain. and frivolous. Ditto men. CHORD sâ€"Aye work awa’, etc‘ CHORUSâ€"Aye work awa’, etcl CHORUSâ€"~Ay6 work awa‘, etc. CHORUSâ€"Aye work awe]. etc. CHORUSâ€"«Aye work awa’, etc. Sweet sister, leave me, let me muse A short: space in our girlhood‘s bower-â€" Ou_b_ of the [may [feign woe]? chopse.l What: was the glnddent hour of all '? Down the long ranks and file I move; All bear a. look of sweet; content, All bear the finger touch of love, But which is perfectest of 8.11â€" I Iain would find one seeming bestâ€" rl‘lmt, I in tenderness Luight call u lornh forever from the rest. The sweetest. bnghte’st. happiest hour To seal upon my heart; of hearts, , As balm for future times of woeâ€" If there be suchâ€"howmy heart starts, Now slow, now fastâ€"xxwi fast, now slow. Was it that hour, clcm‘, calm and cold, Our mother robed us all in white, And at the channels, white and gold, We knelt fur confirmation rite? ’Mongst all the row of whitewobed girls, None knelt with purer joy than I; I thrilled when on my bowed head‘s curls There fell the blessings mystery. 01' later, W215 it when we met, My luve and l, and through my soul There flashed a something unknown you So strange, so sweet, beyond control 2’ Or was it when he told me all 011118 great love for me, and I Felt all my pulses rifle and tall As to a happy melody ‘2 What was the sweetest? Hark! the chime of belle doth rouse the slumbrous air, My wedding halls ~31]! sweetest Lime} Ah 1 music beyond [L11 compare! Before the altar now he stands. 1 must away my love to green, 011 50011 to be united hands-â€" Did bells e'er pea) so clear and sweet? Farewell, dear shelter of'the past, Where all my girlish dreams were spunâ€" All hours are fair~but this, the lastâ€"- It is my life‘s supremesn one. Yes, sisterâ€"have I pausm too long. Hand me the hookâ€"load on the way-â€" The air seems full of light and nougâ€" Oh happy hourl Oh happy day l A bonnie, Draw and Winsome bride Was my sin Maggie Gru‘m; How proud was I no set her door: In my auld Scnmyish hamel By auld and ycung it was allowed, In a’nhe cpuntry side, That no 111mm in n‘ the land Could match my bonnie bride. Though Gays and years hae flittit past, I mind it, yet m' wee], How in the wintry nights she‘d lay Aside her spinnin‘ wheel ; And at a clean heartbsmne she’d sit, And sing Wi'mickle glee The bonnie Bongn that I lo’ed best She’d sing them a.’ no me. The auld Scotch gangs, the blithesome Bangs 'I‘he Bangs beyond compare, She'd sing them ower and ower again, And lighten a: my care. But. days and years hae come and guns, And my ain Maggie Guam Nu mair W111 sing the auld Scotch Bangs In my auld bcottiah hams. She’s ainopin' sound in the kirk yard And game in 8' my glee; My aim true love, my chosen one 18 m‘en awa.‘ [1110 me. My hopes. my joys are fled nwa‘, My grief nae tongue can name; The willcwa weep ammo the grave 0’ myain Maggie Gm‘m. Somebody‘s lips were close to mine, Thus tempted, I could not resist; Rosy and cosey. a. sweet little mouth Was suddenly, softly kissed. Somabody’e eyea looked up and frowned With auch u reproviug glanoel "Are kisses so wicked? " I asked my pet; Then her eyes began to dance. And smiling the little maid answered, As I knelt down at her feet: “ IAguqsa qpey‘re jugggpit naughty, L. __ ,_.AALn b?ueV1;aâ€"t’l‘1‘e§fivrvafilrdn’trbe ab fiveéfi.” ~Luther G. Riggs, in California Maverick. Bwoct bird of modth bearing, Ana cuat. of sober hue, Thou proveBt. In my being Kind nature‘s purpose truaâ€" fmts to each work has given. Proportioually due, And thine is magic music Which doth thy soul imbue, And listening man its ruptures Drinks in, like grass the dew. First to usher in the spring, With rich melodious notes Calling on the woods and flowers .0 To don their verdant coats ; Pouring song from happy hearts 'I‘hm well up in their throatsâ€"â€" Which through the balmy atmosphere Hurmoniously floats. And who the last to leave us. Of all our aongstera dear, When frost is on the meadow, And woodn are red and Here. And drizzliug cold min falling Makes all things look so dram‘. When all his late companions Have fled in abject fear, ’1‘“; than the gravbird’s Immic Falls: sweetest on our earH Who Hinge no nature's funeral The dying of the yen. 0 thou who R0 deapiaesb Hm- sweet impassioned song, Which like the South wind rises And softly floats along, And seems from earthlv angels Who half to heaven belongâ€"â€" Find me near as sweet 3. voice 111 all earth’afeatherad throng. HARRY LAURIE. Because her eyes to me and vou The brighten are and bluest, Shall sun-ms arise between us two, The oldest friends and truuat ‘2 She smiles on me ; my heart is light. And yours is steeped in sorrow, And yet the flower 1 gave to-night She’ll throw to you toâ€"morrow. Coquette is nhe; so say with me: "Let him who Wins her wear her; And fairâ€"how ever fair she be. There's many 3. 1115319 fairer." But if it hap, and well it may, That each in vain baa pleaded, It all my songs are thrown away, And all your sighs unneeded. We‘ll vow ourselves no bermit's vows, We'll crosa no foaming billow, We'll bind about our dismal brows N0 wreaths of monrnful willow ; Bub showy in spite of her disdain, We yet can live without her; And joining hands, we'll laugh again, And think no more about her 1 Bonnie Maggie Grimm The Bride’s Delay. Aye Work Awa’. -NAUGETY, BUT NICE The Grnyblrd. COQUETTE. JOSEPH WRIGH’I‘A Vâ€"‘Taoavilreraa he; I” says Monica, with pretty aolemuiky, after whmh the mother's face talents. and sunshine in again restored to it. ’ “ You should any, ‘ God bieaa her,’ min“? when ye give-henhe good word," says Mrs. Moloney, timidly. who is also bending over me neloved bundle, and notes the distress in her neighbor’s eyes. -- 4 “ I think she knows ye," she says to Monica. " See how she blinks at ye I Art-ah I look, now. how she clutches at ya): hand ! Will ye come to your mother upw, darlin’,'â€"'=will y'e 7’ Sure. ’uis. starvin’ ‘ ye must be, by this.” A little figure winh naked legs and feet), creeping inuo the doorway at this moment, draws near wa’-baby”ns illuminated. In is Paudh’een. the eldest son'o! thé house and baby’s nurseâ€"wave the mark I " Come nearer, Paddy,” says Monica, smiling at: him with sweet encouragement ; but Paddy shops short: and regards her doubfiully. _ 7 “ Oh I, dbn’t take her yet,” says Monica, entrephirngly. “ Come, then, and kiss your little sister." oonhinuen Monica gently, but Paddy is still obdumfle and declines to harken' to the voice of the charmer. charm ihe never so wieely. There it. indeed, a and lack both of sweetness and 'lighu abodufaddy. " An" what d‘ye mane be standin’ there, an’ nivef a. word out 0' ye in answer to the lady, ys ill-mannsrsd caubogue ?” cries his mother deeply twinned. The laughter has all gone from‘ her face and her eyes are aflsme. “‘Whm prought ya in stall. ye ugly spslpeefn,"it ye came without a civil tongue in’ yet head 1’" V "I came to see the baby an’ to get me dinner,” says the boy, with hanging hand, his silsnoevarisipg more from shynesst ham sullenness. The potatoes have just.,bssn lifted from the fire by Mrs. Mqloney and are steaming in a distant comer. Psudheen looks wistfully towards them. _, ' “ Dickens a sign or taste ye‘ll'get, than, if only to uaaha ye betther manners. ’Ba 03, now, an’ don't let me see ya agip.” “ I‘m hungry.” says the boy, tears com- ing into tua eyes. : “ Oh, Mrs. Daly i" says Monica in a dis- treaaed tone. “A dale o’ harm it will do him to be hungry, thin!" says hhe eulprib’a mouher. with an angry voice, but with visible signs of relenting in her handsome eyes. “Be ofl wid ye now' I tell ye 1" Thin is the lam; burst of the storm. As the u'r‘ehin creeps oreahfallen towards the door-way he: rage dies, ins death being as sudden as ins birfih. ” Come back here 1" she cries incon- aistently. “ What d'yo mane be baking me at: ms word like when? Come back. I tell ya, an’go an’ahe something, ye omhhur. How dare ye behave as “XI was a bed mother to ye ‘2” ” Look at him now; the blaokguard," says the mother, returning the smile in kind. “ Was there ever the like otwhim ? Go 311’ ate yer preemies now. and thunk yer stars Mum Monica was here to say a good word to: ye." â€"Twl;ér boy; comes hack, and raising his bonny head, amilea at: her fondly bun auda- oinusry.‘ Paddy, glad of his rescue, casts a shy glance at Monica, and then, going“, over to where his grandmother and the poo of potanoes test side by aide. sits down (close cuddled up to the old dame) to fill his little empty stomach with as many of those eaeulenb roots as he can manage. which, in truth, is fine poor child‘s only dinner {tom year’s end to year’s end. And yet, in is a. remarkable fact: that, in spine of the scent fare. the Irish pendant, when come to man esflahe. is ever etrong and vigorous and well grown. And who shall any he hasn’t: done his Queen good service, two, on many a babble-field. and even m these latter days, when sad rebellion racks our land; has not his name been worbhy of honorable mention on the plains of Tel-el-Kebir ? I d‘on'a think‘he looks like a. bad boy, Mrs. Daly." says Monica reflectively, gaz- ing gt) fine. liberatqdfaddyu " Bad, miss, IE it?" says the methanwho, having made her eldest born out: a. wllain, is now prepared to maintain he is & verit- able saint. " you don’t know him, taix. Sure, there niver was the like of him yet. He is 8. mal jewel, that goseoon'o’ mine, an’ the light oghis favher’s eyes. Signs on It, he'd diejio'riDaly! I There niver was eioh & love beti‘vixh father an' son. He’s the joy 0’ me life, an’ the greatest help to me. "Ha ha mindeflhe pig, an’ the baby. an’ ould ‘gmuuy' thereuafx’ everything. I’d be widout me righf‘lland‘i I_loah him.” ‘ ‘ ‘ .-. . ... i713}? i thought you saidâ€"' “Ibegina Monica, mystified by this change from righgaoug wratp to uuyoqudeq aldnlirafiiqu. " Arr-ah, niver mind what I 4 said. noushlu,” says the younger Mrs. Duly with an emphatic wink. “ Sure, ’twaa only to kape him in emits: a bin I said it at all, at all I Hui ’fisvyaungje iggatgbg ofath’urz" "veryyp'ung. ’Oh, Mrs; Daly. look at baby! » See how. she is trying to get at my hair i" Monies. is beginning in a delighted toneeaa though to have one‘a hair pulled out by the mate is the moatonohanting sensation in the worldâ€"when suddenly her voice diea' away into silence and she herself stares with great open violet eyes at some- thing that darkens the doorway and throw: 9. shadow upon the assembled groug within. It in Dpsmond. r Kit, feeling as guilty as though she ware the leading character iu'some conspiracy, ooloxs crimson and retires behind Mrs. Molouey. She lowers her eyes and is an mute as death. _But Monica speaks. “ Is it; you?” she says. Which"; of course. is quiue the silliesb bhing she can 89y. as he is sounding there regarding her winh eyes so in]! of. life and love thah the olevereat ghost: could not copy them. But then she in not Hillier than her fellows, for, as a rule, all people, it you remark. say “In ihab you?"or"Have you come ?" wheq bhey are actually looking into your face and should be able to answer the question for themselves. “ Yea‘ it is,” says Desmond. with such an amount of diffidenoe (I hope it wasn’t) as- sumed) as should have melted the heart-of the hardest woman upon eat-uh. Monica is not tin hardest: woman. u'pon earth». Still. she makes him no further speech, and Desmond begins to wonder if he is yet. forgiven. He is regarding her fixedly, but she, sitar that first swift glance. has turned her attention upon the baby on her knee and is seemingly lost in admiration of its little snub “0801' Why will she not look .at him}. What did he say to her last night tbstisso difficult to forgive? (fan wrath be cherished for so long in that gentle bosom? Her face is cslm as an angei‘s; surely ' There‘s nothing illnnn dwell in such atempie‘ “ Ah. some in. Misther Desmond," says Mrs. Dsiy hospitahly. “ I‘m glad ’tis com- pany I have before ye the day. Maybe ’twill eoax ya to (some again. Where haye ye been this week an’ more? Flux, yo were so long in eomin’, I thought ’twss angry wié me ya _were."_ He has been ntmid ta ,ehake hands with Monica up to this. but now she turns. and- denly towards him and holds out to him one slender. lair hand, the other being twined rouud the baby. She does ahis mus. ingly. u,.u, _.,,_‘# 1.__'x __:)L “ Ob. nowthark to bin; 1" anya Mrs. Daly laughingrh‘eartily. ' “ I wonder vye aren’t: ashamed o! yourselt. Au’ is aha ould Squire hearly ?“ “ HJe‘s as well as even vou could wish him. How d‘ye fie, Kit? Won’t you come and, speakfio me_‘?" _ pup-J . He grasps the luble snowy hand with almost senile delight and holds it: forâ€"Jae long,” he dares. During this undefined period he tells himself what a perfect. pin. VH‘Tobody is ever angry with a. pretty woman like you.{’ aaygficgmond gguaily._ in: Lemon 0F " mums," ""imrmy BAWN." ' AND OTHEB POPULAR NOVELS. MONICA: ture she is, with be: clear, paleI beautiful face end he: nut-brown hair; and the ten- , der sweetness of heruattitude. as she bends. over the smiling babyi“ Gould any vaunted Madonna be halt as lovely? At this 1116-. meat :1 gtowing contempt for all the great- ‘ est masterpieces of the greatest manners i perimegtee his‘beiag and renders him weak 1 in alt . ’ “ Won't ya sit down. tbi'n'?” says Mrs. Duly. Being a woman she grasps the situa- tion at a glans and places a. chair for him moss to Monica.’ “ What’s the mauhher w1d ye today, Minimal: Desmond, that: ye havep’h a wqrd to_give us '1‘" “ ngx, thin, I don't,” says Mrs. Duly. ju‘nioi'I‘lier handfibfnéhée full sin’lles. ‘3 love affair is as good as a mum’s day to an Irish peasant, and here, she tells herself will] a glance at Monica, is one ready-made to her hand. “ Yioilrbughh to Euow whal I’m thinking 01',” says Desmond, accepting thevohair and drawing in eyen &_ aggresploaer 339 Mggipa. "Einfiliinkingwhat a lucky mom Dal i513; {gyalhqmond 'Etomptly. _ i r. " Ob. gn aiding wiflye now, an’ yer blarâ€" ney I" says Mrs. Duly mating with lwghver. whilst even Mra. Moloney the dismal, and the old granny in the comet chime in me:- rily. And then the visit comes he a close, and they all rise and bid Mrs. Daly and the others " good-bye ;" and Monica. mindful of nia late afflictions, bestow a not: phfting wopd _up,on ghgmfibdnéflgihdax. And .now'Whey ate all in thq open. air again, and, turningdown‘“ the bofeeu‘that leads to the Dsly’a homestead, reach nhe road that leads to Mayne. Ibis Deamond‘s way as wall as nheira, no .ha accompanies the flying wwhonfi r'n’marh " ‘ ‘- What. broughh you to see the Dadys to. day ?” asks Moniqa, suddenly, wimuun any uluerior meaning ‘fiy‘ofid theisdrg-ot mak- ing conversations" but, to giKit’a guilty soul, fihm queghi‘on‘ae’e’ms fraught: with mlio‘fiiet. “ Oh, I often go he see Duly. I wane him to come fishing with me. tomorrow; he’s the best: man about. here (or them, and trudgea bahind one 161' miles wibhoub com- plainina.” “ Poor Duly l" - " Well, I hope you enjoyed your visit» {Jo- day,” says. Kin blithely, glancing at him misohieVOualy from beneath her broad hat. " There wan a drawback." says Brion un- thinkingly. “ I went'uhere full of hope, and, after all, she never offered me any of your pudding.” Tableau] -. -. . ‘ ~. - Kib’a agonized glance and Monica‘s ques- tioning eyep awake Mr. Dug ondfim‘kuow- maggot what he has dopef' ‘ ‘ . "77i33}v"51&' QBEEHSFJE Km puddirig?” asks Monica looking keenly (tom Brian no KM, and then baukggaig, _a_ "H'OVETLEE; $556};ng; sfiSmméfs Desi mono. Bonh culprits are afraid no look um her. Does flhe, tremble mean tears, or anger, or what)? Pathaps horror at: their duplipi.‘y, or contempt. Is she hopelessly angered ? “ Tnete, don’t commit yourself," says Monica in a tone that tremblea. “ Oh, Kin I” Then & suppressed sound teaches their ears, creating a. ‘tre'sh panic in their breasts: Ia she poaiaively choking with indignnuion ‘2 Cautioualy. anxiously, they glance at her, and find, to their everlasting relief, that aha is oonvulsed with laughter. ‘ “ When next you ‘medioate forming a brillinno plot such as this,” she says to Kit, “ I think I should look; out a more trust:- worthy aozomplice it I were you." “ Oa'hoh me. having & seéret with him again,” says. Kit now her fears are appesaed. tutnjug wrath}!tu uggn Daamqu, . “I quite forgot all about it, I did.in-‘ deed,” exclaims he peniueutly. “ Forgive me this time, and I’ll promise navel- no do It again." _ “ And I'll promiea you you ahsn‘t have the chance.” says Kit wibh fervor. " Why was I to he deosiVed 'I” says Monica. " I think I have been very baser uteahed. It you. Kin, desired a. clandea‘tina meeting with Mr. Desmond. I {don"t see why I Was 00 be drawn inho, it. And it was a stupid arrangement. too; twaia company, three tzumpery. I know, it I had a lover. 1 5110919 prefer " “Mofiioa 1" says Kit: indignamly, but Monjoapnly laughs the more. _ ‘ says. “ Riyhad nothing to do with it, it was all my innit,” saya Desmond. laughing too. " It you musfl pour out the vials of your wrath on some one, let it be on'me.” ” You areangxy with me shillâ€"sham last nighn,” says Desmond agthly, “ and, I own, winh good cause. But I was miserable when I called you a. unquettemnd misery makes a man unjust. I wrote to Kit: this morning-J was afraid fig write to youâ€"- and 1b; ‘was’ vary gopd yo m3 : “ Yes. give him a good scolding, Monica.” says Kim viciously, butwibh» a. loyer smile. “ I' am going to pick some "ferns for Aunt Pan, when I return I hobo "I shall find bbafi reoream knight of yoursâ€"I mean mineâ€"â€" at the poinfi of; death." At nhia ahe fins away from them, like the good little thing .she is, up a‘slopmg be.er and so who the fields beyond, until Desmond and Monica are as much aloné as it 9. whole sphere divided them from their kind. Dear liutle Kit! When her own flime comes may she be as kindly dealt wiuh ! “Hdw gopd'77")pluokiné d lqal from a brier, as she goes slowlyâ€"very'alowly downfihe roam _ ‘ ‘ ,J .131- , ,i,‘ Shé‘brough’h ’me 576m. ‘ Do yofii‘finbw. Monica, I have been an unhappy as a man can be since last I saw you~a ‘whole mghu and part: of a. day? ‘ Is.“ not punishme’nt enough ?" ' “Too much for your crime,” whispers she softly! turning suddenly towards him andletbing her gresb luminous eyes rest with forgiveness upon his. She smiles aweeflly,bnh with some timidlty. because of the ardor"‘otl.the glance then answers hers.- Taking her hand with» an impulsive movement imppssible to restrain. Desmond presses in rspbur'ously fio his lips. Drawing it: (way from him' with any haste, Monies. walks on in silence. ~ " I! I had wrieten to you, and not to her, would you still have been here Ila-day '2’” asks he presently. ‘ “ I think not? “ That is 9. cruel answer. is it, not ?" “ Would you have me belie my nature '2“ asks she with quick ‘ngimuiOn, 3* would you have mp grow talsehaeoret, deceitful? My aunts trusiIgm ; am :1 to prove: myself un- worthy of their Confidence ’2” . ” I {mm lens to you, bhenluhan your aunus displeasure?" ‘ '. ' ‘ “ You are less to me than my conscience, and yetâ€"~«f’ -‘ ‘_ ‘ w With 9. violent effort, hhah ‘hafiraya how for her thoughts have been travelling in company with his. she brings herself book no the present moment, and a recollection ot the many reasons why she moan not lia‘ ban to his wooing. "Why should you believe yourself anything to me ?" she asks in a voice ohm-quiyers orgibly. “ Ah; wh§, indeed?” returns he bihfierly. There is such pain in his voice and lace nbau her soul yearns fiawarda him and she repeats her of he: keywords. F‘I am wrong. You are somahhing to me,” she says, in a bone 30 low that: he can seawaly hear it. But lovers’ ears are sharp. T v “You mean bhah. Monica. 7" . ,“Yes,” still lower. “ Then why cannot I'be more to you? Why am I to be denied a. chance or for‘ warding the cause in which all my hopes are centred? Monica, say you will mean me somewhereâ€"soon.” ' ‘-‘ At least tell me. then,” says be sadly, “ that it yon'ooujd you _wéu_ld.j’_ ' ” How can I ?" she says bremulously. Her voice is full of tears. She is altogether dif- ferent from the! coquebbiah, provoking child of mm night: “ You lorgefl all I lhgve just: said.” " ' " w < ’ There is a. psbhsfliu ring in his tone and tears rise to her eyes. Can anything be so hopphss 9.5 this loveâ€"stint oi hits ?‘ "In is thy tfitn now, you know,” she "Yes, I would,” she says almost desper- ately. ' ‘ " Oh, darlingâ€"darling!” says the young man with pessiou. He [holds her hands closely and looks into her troubled eyes and wishes he might dune take her into his arms. and, pressing he: to his heart. ask her to repeat her words again. But there is something in. the‘o‘alm purity of her beadhiful face‘thtifi repels vehemenos 0! any sort]: and as yetâ€"thoughihe dawn is nearâ€"fiber love has not demared iflgelho her owuyqnl in all its strength. 1 ' In her hone, as she says this, there is a spice of that mischieuhat is never very far ‘fgtrouLanry prqtty wpmgm. “I have, at least, one consolation.” he says'st lastmljng to mind the q'fiietude that surrounds Mayne and its inhabitants, and the withdrawal from society that has obtained there for 'mfiny years. “As you are not allowed to see meâ€"exoept on such rare occasions as the present, when the Fates are kindmyon cannot. at least, see any one elseâ€"often, that is." “ Mosuing«~â€"-" u Rydey She laughs a. little and then colors. z" Aunt Priscilla has asked him to come to Moyne next Friday,” she says, looking at the ground, " she is giving an ' At Home ’ on that day for him and Captain Oobbett. She says she feels it e. duty to her Queen to show some attention to her servants.” “ He i1; i0 be'invited to Mayneâ€"to spend an entire day with you!" says Desmond, thunfleratrqakjy» this last? piece of ngyvs. ” 111 is just as bad. It is disgraceful! Your aunts are purpoaely encouraging him to keep you away from me. Oh, why," wretchedly, "ghould ths unlucky quarrel hava arisen between our house and yours 7" A,“ Well, that's your: fault." says Monica. :“Mine 7” r L T , “ Your uncle’s, then. It is all the eume." unjfzutly. ‘ '- I really can‘t: see that,” says Mr. Des. mend, very righteoualy aggrieved; “ than is visiting the sins of the uncles upon the nephews with a. vengeance. Monica, ah leash promise me you won’t be civu to him.” “ To your uncle '2" “ Nonsense! You know I mean Ry’de.” “ -I can't be pads to him." “You can. Why mm? It) will keep him from calling again." No anBWer. V “ Oh, I dare say you want him to call 3gain,”\ s‘uya Desmond a‘ngrily. “ Oh, no! Oily pan of it,” says Monica meeldyf ' . Ah the moment. the gums of Moyne being, in sight *and whose of 09019 long paaéed. Kit suddenly appeafl on 0119 top of a. high stone wall and calls gully Io Dea- mond in} come and help her to alight. " And now go away, too,”;ahehaays, " you are (orbiddeu goods, you know; and we must you be seen talking to you, under pain of death,” W. 1': “ Good-bye?" says Desmond with alaoriby, who 19, in truth, Bulky and undaeirona of further parluy with his beloved. “ Good- bye. M635 Beréstord.” “Good-bye,” says Monica. shortly. “ We shall see you again soon. no doubt." says Kiq kindly. in her clear, sweet treble. 7‘1 mink it: §éry improbabie," returns be, raising his 1m gravely and taking his departure. " Now, what have you been [paying to them wretched young man. Monica. ?” says Kit severely, standing stiflrin me muddle of me road, the behfier to bring her sister benefit!) the lgajeehy of h_er_eye, ‘ “ Ngnh‘ing. Nothing thafiany reasonable being oouid objeoh to," declares Monica with Eunh an amount! of vigor ua_smrules Kin. “ Bull 0! all the ill-bempetefl.beariab. debefiable men I ever mania my life. he in the wozsn." Which unlocked-for explosion from the gentle Monica has the effect of silencing Kit to: the remainder of the walk. ' CHAPTER XV. Reaching home, they find the atmosphere there decidtdly clouded. Miss Priscilla, who has rt. " from her drive just a moment before, is standing in the hen. gaz- ing with a. stern countenance upon the old- fuehioeed eighmday clock, in wmeh two or three people might be eater stowed away. The clock regards he: not tit all. but ticks on loudly with a. sort of exeepereting obsti- naoy, as though determined to remind every one E the flight of time. “ Trouble in winding 8. clock! What) troubke could hhere be in than? And in is never wound until Saturday evening. ‘For uwenhy years I have wound its on Saturday evening. A good eight-day clock nearly fifty years oid can’t bear being tampered Winn. Now, Penelope, why did you do that? You know I can‘t: endure old rules to be up- not.” , “Dear me I” says Miss Penelope fiimidly. advancing frbm the morning-room, “ I did. You were so long out, Priscilla, and I tentedâ€"VI mean, I thought; N would save youflhe trouble.” “ Who has wound this clock?" demands Miss Prisaiila in an awful none. With a thrill of thanktuhmess the girls feel they can answer truthfully. “ Not I.” “ You fhoughfi, Penelope ; but I wish you wouldn‘t think. There are other things you ought to think of that you often neglect, andâ€"â€"” " Bufi, my dear Priscilla; I only thought as 1375;513:233 " " Now, Priscilla, is that jusb? I thinkâ€" I hope I seldom negleou my duty, and I align say} digu’n gxpeqb‘uhip from you.” ‘ Here Miss Peneloie fiiaaolvea iufio tears, to Mgnicg’a grin! aqd digmay. “f Oh, Aimt L‘ineilla. I am sure Aunt Pen only manna to save you trouble,” she says earnestly, putting her arms round Mnea Penelope who Bobs audibly on her shoulder. “ And who says I thought) anythingelss ‘2” says poor Miss Priscilla fiercely,though her voice urembles with emotion ; it: is terrible to her to see her faithful friend and sister in tests of he: pausing. " Penelope. I meant: nothing, huh I have hesrd something that has grieved and disturbed me; 80 I must: needs come home and avenge my ill-hem- per on she best: creature in the world. Alas! I am e wicked woman." “ Oh, no, no,” pries Miss Penelope. “ My dear Priscilla, you win break my heart: it you fimk'tlbuav My good soul, some in here and tell me what: has happened to distress you." In trnfih. it is quifie plan, now, that some- hhilug hem happened during her drive to bake Misu l’xiucina’s well-bnlunoed mind off iba hinges. ‘ “ Where is Terence 7” she sake, looking from one no other of the group in the hall. “ Bare,” says Terence, himself coming leisurely toward}! her from a side pgsaage. “ 001138 in bath winh me,” saysâ€"Miss Prim 91119.. and they all toiiow her have the morn- ingiroomr. The scene is becomfiing beehiver Magical. Already a sense of crime of the blackeat and deepeso dyeia overpowering Terence. Here [she Mum! and tubes the unnonsoious Terexvce with a paie, reproathul fame. r “ A Sale OLEnN and cunning," says Miss Priscilla in‘a hollow bone. ” Mibson bells me mat he never lent him that gun. Ter- ence has wilfully decelved us, his poor aunts, who lbve:him and only daaire his good. He has, I fear, busely mya‘aified us to accomplish his own ends. and has, in- deed, departed from the prqoiogqflruuh.” . "I'n'bvl‘r said Mitson did lend it to me,” sayav'll‘erehae sullenjy. " you yourself Hug: ggsf‘ed the idea and I let it) slide, that was “ All! Is not prevarioation only a mean lie ‘2 Oh, Terence, I am so deeply grieved I know not thahAlo asy_to you}: “ When I well you I have jusu come from Mmsw, the ooaat-guwd, find that I thanked him for having leuu you his gun, you Will understand how I have baen grieved and pained tun-day," she says, a. urcmor in he: vmca... m ,. ill." v ulum. . Terence is no "finger unconscious} and Monica. feels hhat her heart: is beaming like‘a lump of legd. » "Oh, what-is it, Priscilla. 7” ask: Miss Pene‘lopq grqahiy_frxghtened._ ' Where did you get that gun from, Tet. ence ‘2" asks Miss Priscilla ahernly. ‘ No antiwar. I‘ Now, Terence, be calm.” says. Miss Penelope. “ Sin down, now, Tesenoe, and calleou yourself, and don’t be unnrmhful agaigi” _ v" I have told no lie. aunt,” says Tarence mdigfinanuly. “ Then hell your good Aunt Priroilla who gave you aha gun." « Dead silence. “Are we to understand that you won’t tell us, Terence ‘2” asks Miss Priscilla. faintly. She is now much the more nervous loe two old maids. Terence casts a hasty glance at Monica's white face, and then says stoubly: , " I don’t want: to tell, and I Wun’h." “ Terence!” exalaxms the usually mild Miss Penelope wloh greet indxguafiion. and is going to tux-fiber relieve her mind. no doubt, when Miss Priscilla, throwing up her hands, cheeks her. “Let him alone, Penelope,” she says sadlyz " Perhaps he has some good reason ; let us not; press him too far. Obduraoy is better than falsehood. Let) us go and pray that Heaven may soften his hagu Immigrant him a right understanding.” With nhvxa me two olduleidiea walk BIO fly and with dignity from fihu room, leaving the criminal wiuh his signers. “ Flddleafioks I" says Mr. Berenford, who is in a boiling rage. “ Did you ever hear anyahing like her? And all about a pzllfiry thing like that! She couldn‘t béhnve worse it I had been oonviefied of murder. I’m oonvluced,”viniously, “ inwaa all mm ad curiosin that; got up her temper. Sue was dying to know uboun sham gun, and to I warn determined I woulfln'h gratify her. A regulut old can. if ever ‘lhere way: one.” Monica bursts into team and flinga her arms round his neck. " You did after me. I know in-I saw in in your eyes," she says; “ Oh, Terence, I feel as if in was all my fault.” 7' Oh, no! Don‘t: speak like that. I am sure whey love yamâ€"and they were disapr poinjedâ€"sudâ€"” " They’ll have to get: shrough a good deal of diaapprdnhmant,” Hays Terence shill fum- iug. " Wham right have they to make me out} a Bit GM!)th in their imagination? I‘d perfectly name to be 3 Sir Galahad; and so I tell sham.” This is not; aurictly correct, as the Misues Bxuke are out) 0! hearing. “ And as for their love, they may keep in. if in onlymeuna biowmg 8. [allow up for moshing”, "Aufit Penelope mas just as bad," says Kit. “I really ’ â€"-winh dignified contempt 7â€"“ (en quipe ashamed of her I” Miss Priscilla keeps a. diary in which she most tamhfully records all um“ happens in every one of the three hundred and sixty- five daya of every year. Where I Man II No! Permitted to Behold Hie Face of [lie \Vlle’~ “ film." A son-inâ€"law onoe satirically remarked that one of the reasons why Adam and Eve were so supremely happy in their terres- trial paradise was that no mother-in-law existed in their day ; and ethnologists and antiquarians both sustain the argument directly the mother’in-law came into exist- ence a train of miseries originated, which, however severe, have happily not yet driven the sterner sex to a univursal vow of celi bacy, says "Castell’s Magazine.” To sup- port the idea that moshers-in-law have never been favorably regarded, alhnologists tell us that a singular custom, which enacts that a man shall never look upon the face of his mother in-law after he is once mar- ried, prevails amongst numerous savage peoples apparently Widely sundered by geographical distribution and dif- ference of race. The custom ob- tains among the Oaflrss of South Africa, among several of the Australian tribes, and among many Polynesian», a fact which some people, assume to point to a common origin of these races, but which others look upon as testimony of the ex- istence "of a natural law, as a piece of wis- dom indigenous to each of these countries, and the direct growth of individual experi- ence. The custom being found in such widely separated continents as Africa and Australia is considered as proving that it must have been suggested by some common necessity of nature, and reasons are not wanting to show why savages discovered it was better for a man not to look upon his mether-inllaw. Primarily, says the supporters of‘ this theory, bzoause his mother-in-law was a picture in anticipation of what his wife was likely to he. Before marriage, a man’s mind may not be open to the cold processes of comparison, but afterward he begins to consider what sort of a bargain he has made, and if his mother- in-law has not improved with age, the ghastly possability of his wife becoming like her rises before him. Hence these savage tribes prescribed the rule that never after marriage should a man see his mother-in-law, and this in time became a social law or custom. 1 Ms. fair held in the Charenhelnfarirnte, France, 2,000 oxen penned up in u fielu ware atampedud by a band of roughs. The frightened animslarushed into hbe crowds ’at the fair, killing three persons and wound- ing 140. In the confurr’oa the rougha atola 20,000 francs, besides rifling injured pereom of pooketbooks,‘ watches and other valuables. What radically fiifisronh noiious of good conducb are held by girls living in separated classes of the same may I To go to a mature with a lover and no ohaperone, even in b'i-ighh light, would scandalize _a Fifth avenue belle; bub she would quitze inno- cently expose herself in a bodice so seam that: an Eighth avenue maideu’s selllreapecb would die of chill it so bated. But I am not going into discussion 0! a social uopic already worn oub. I simply desire to tell of a hair and feshionable creature who Bab next to her male cousin at a dinner party. Ber col-sage was anyliehly low. The rela- tive had last seen her at) hhe opera,ina bevy of decolleua companions, wioh heme]! covered to the neck, and on that occasion she had declared to him that she difi not regard their garb M4 modest. Gard-players who h’iVfi birrzd of program sive euchre and long for 9. change are becoming mush intensde in a game called “henna,” which is productive of much umuaemenb. It is something like whim, except that the important. point: he be attained is to get rid of all the hemth you my hive in your hand and have none in the triclm you capture. The full pack in used and the dcalmg is the tame an in whiut. A player mum follow min, but no trump indentured, the sale o‘fieeh in View being to get rid of, the hearts dealt: no you and no nvuid taking any from the other players. Therein has all bhe sport. When uhe game i3 finished the player having abe fewest: hearusie a'mifiled no make like pat, which is a chip for each heart, or thirteen in all. “$0 I did,” was the reply. “ This is the first mime in my life that- 1 ever appeared in a low waist. I don’t: like it: now, but; I had no pub in on in self-defence. A story got: going around thafi the reason for my invari- ably high-nacked dresses 'waq 1mm: Ig’had a. brown patch as big as as pilastegon; my shoul- der. 0! course. I had?“ to return such a. oulumny.” - ' ' " “ Why, how's this, Maria 7"}:9 exclaimed at the dinner. " I hhoughh you dndn’h ap- prove ot this sort of costume, and had resolved never to wear it." " And you have certainly made the evi- dence very broad and comprehemive," re- marked the cruel cousinâ€"From a New York Letter. INVISIBLE 1'10] llERS-lN-L AW. Why Elle Wore ucr Drum: Low. Poker Huberhedrd. (To be continued) A physician in Wing’s Station writes to the Medical Record that) a woman of that; village, hardly past middle lite, and now in gooa healhh, has given birth to twenty-five children. The same writer tells of ohree sisters in northern Vermont: who have ; respectively borne twenty-five, twenty-two { and eighteen children. The Photograph llnbilâ€"Men's Keven Agarâ€"Apologlilng Through Lite to: Early Pictures. No doubt the photograph habit, when once formed. is one of the moat banana! and productive of the most: intense suffering in after years of any with which we are fumi- liar. Some tumaa it. seems no me hhafl my whole life has been one long, abje-oh apology for phoflogmphs than: I have uhed abroad O'Jrgughouu a distracted country. A Mar] passes uhrough seven Hiatinct ages of being photographed, each one exceeumg all previous efloruu in that line. First he is photographed as a prattling. bald-headed ~bnpy; absolutely desui‘uuhe 0: (ayes, bub mskiflg up for this deficiency by a. wealmh of mouth when: would make 8. negro miuaorel olive green With envy. We otneu wonder what has given nhe average phono- grapher that wild, hunted look about) me eyes and that joylesa nag about: the knees. The chemicals land the indoor life have alone n91: done all thislh la the great nerve mansion and mental aursin used in trying to pho- togmpb a equirming and dark red child will) yehi‘e eyes in such a manner as to please lllBPfil'glilfiB. r V An old-fashioned dollar store Mbum with oerebromginal meningitis, and filled wxiuh piobures of halt-aufimauod obiidren in hauvxly-atarched whan dresses, Ia ube first thing we seek or: entering 9, home, and uhe 1mg nhing fm_u'1 which we {eluomnflly part: The aeimnd stage on the dnwuward road is the phonograph 0t fihe boy wi‘ah fresh- cropped hair, and in which the sniff and ptombemub thumb flakes a leading part. Then follows the portrait: of the Anti. wibh strongly marked freckles and a look at hopeless: melancholy. Wnth we aid of a den-evolve agency I have suodeeded in run- ning down and desbroying aeveml of these pimures, which were anuributed ho me. Next comes the young men. 21 years of age. with his front hair plastered smoothly down over his tender, throbbing dome m thought. He ‘ does not care as much About the expression on the mobile features, so long as his left hand, with the new ring on it, shows distinctly, and the string of rjmgling. jangling charms on his watch chem, including the cute little basket out out at a peach stone. stand out well in the foreground. It the young man would stop for a moment to think that some day he may be- come eminent and ashamed of himself, he would heeitute about doing this. Seen after, he has a tintype taken, in which n. young lady site in the alleged grass, while he stands behind her, wiah his hand lightly touching her ehoulder. as though he might be feeling of the thrilling circumference of a buzz saw. He carries his picture in his poeket’ktor months, andIOLk-s at ill whenever he may be unobserved. Then, all an once, he discovers that the young lady’s hair is not: done up that way any more, and that her but: doesn’t seem to flu her. He then, in B. fickle momenb, haw anonher tiuuype made, in which anoaher young woman, wish a more recent ham and later coifiure, IE discovered holding his ha» in her lap. This wing continues hill one day he oomea into the studio with his wife, and tries be see how many children can be pho- tographed on one negatlve by holding one on each knee and using the older ones as a. background. The last stage in his eventful career. the old gentlemen allows himaefl to be photo- graphed. Sadly the thought comes back to you w after years, when his grave is green in the quiet valley, and the were and weary hands 111913 have toned for you are forever at rest ; haw patiently he submit- ted while his daughter pinned the clean, etmff. agonizing white collar about his neck, and brushed the little flakes 0t “ dander” from the velvet collar of his best coat ; how he tuiled up the long, dark, lonesome ateire, not with the egotiem of a. hell cen- tury ago, but with the light of euticipeted rest at last in his eye. obedieutly as he would go to the dingy law office to have his will drawn, he meekly leevue the outlines of his kind old face to: those he loved and for whom he has so long labored. It is a. picbure an whiuh the thoughtless may smile, but it is full of pathos, and elo- quenn for those who know him beau. His auuibude is auifi and his coat bunches up in nhe hank, bno his kind. old heath assath iuuelt through the gentle eyes. and when he has gone away at last: we do not criticise the picture any more, but: beyond the old coat mm bunches’up In the back. and than lama him so long, we read the history 0: a noble life. } ' Silently 4me old finger marked album, lying so unoananmuioualy on me gouty centre nab)». points out ‘ohe mile stones; 1mm in- fancy to age, and back 0: the mmtakea of a, struggling phocugmpbor is pox-arrayed the laughuer and the tears. the joy. and the grief, the dimples 5111 abs gray hairs of one man’s lifetime.â€"Biu Ng/v, in Boston Globe_ is. n Inoculation an a. Pronorvudvc Aguinn (Jounumpuou. M. Verneuil has lately published a letter to the editor of the Gazette Hebdcmidaire, M. Lereboullct, in which he proposee to Bet on toot an experimental inquiry into the possibility of finding some method of “attenuating” the presumed virus of tubercle, so as to make inoculation there» with practically useful against consump- tion, either as a prophylactic measure. like vaccination against smallpox, or as a meg-1m of cure. like Paeteur’e inoculations in hydrophobic. Three thousand hence have already been eumcribed, and the renpect- able names of Cornil, Benchard, Damas- chino and Pots-in are mentioned among those who approve of the investigation It must, however. he remembered (I) that with the exception of hydrophoum, an exception still on trial, no human diseaee but smallpox is known which can be pre- vented by inoculation ; (2) that of epizootic diseases, anthrexis only in certain cases guarded against by Peeteur’s attenuated virus; (3) that the dependence of con- eumpuon on Koch’e Bacillus tuberculosis is [or from established; (4) that its fatality is very far below that of smallpox or hydrophobia, and its treatment for more successful. Consumption is the most im- portant disease of temperate climates. both by its prevalence, its mortality, and its incidence on young adults ; so that the sacrifice of a few rabbits or cats for even a remote chance of controlling its ravages is well justified. But the chance is. we fear, remote.â€"Namre. Nan day when the Grand Duke arrivefi at me smtiion, and grnoinualy bowed tram the pFavfurm of the Epsom! our, the school- ohildron made nhe wulkiu weary by yelling: “ Remember, children,” maid oha'peds- gogue, ” abut: as E5001] as the 11min arrives you fire to yell as loud as you can : ‘ [mug live 0119 Grand Duke: I ’ until he leavea.” "Lung 11ve the Grand Dalia ,ll-ufiil fie leaves! ’7 " Ebro,” said a. south and youngster to higubum. “Your talks going to move? outs “So’s ours. Dad says he won’t liva in (111' gig! shallrarny 10315912" " Mme neither. Where are you going to move ‘2 " " Iuao your house. Where am you 7 ” “ Into your house.” A German school-teacher was inaflrueting his pupils how no son when the Grand Duke should pxaa hhrough on the railroad, an event; which was to occur next! day. 0m 0! the Frying Pan lnlo II“: Fire. A Nice, Agreoable “'elcomv. BILL NYE’S TALK. flow Barolonmd anngea Hand to Beckon In the Days at old. “ Why did the hmbit of counting by tens finally gun thahehner in all mvilizsd wais- mes 0! the mill mullet: hub“) of oounbing by uwemuen ? ‘ mks Gram Allen in an inuuruc- hive article m the entrant; number of “ pr- piucota‘u Magnum." “ Sxmply, I behave. bscanuu oivlllzvd pn'pla Lew; mare or IBM-i to wear mm, mm mum w mme inter- fere wmh freedom uf FLuliLm in genuing an the human soars (or purporwu of calculation. Barefooned savages uniurull y enough reckou‘ by ‘fiwenbiefl. bu!) hauled civxlzzmion docs inn deuorous puuuniug by tens. alone. “ Writing and one use at me Hints and pencil Hannah!er nha decimal impulse. mace net on 2908:, for you waihe wihu your figxgera. 10’; WW: Yuk}? toss; and 'out umld’reqpuwzzriwa, while may count on uheir fingers Wm, gram mmnimihy. would probably bu shocked and acauxlulizud an the barbmio noniou of mxyamng so rude as eouunmg on their resin.” was not: more fearful than are the marks 0! skin diseases, and yet: Dr Pietne'u “Golden Medical Discovaty’ is u cerium cum to: all of them. Bunches, pimples. ampmuns, pustular, so ‘l‘y inwumauionp, lumps, in- flumed‘ panuhzm, salmrlmum, letter, boils, 0A1! ,aunoles. ulcer“, old Homzw, me by :65 use healed quickly and purmal‘senhly. Miss Geneva Armsaroug, one of the teachers at music In Eimim College, N. Y.. has invented and patented a. device for leading and wabering mttzle while they are journeying in catulo cars. 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Nervifine uni-ea pmmpbly the worst came of neuraigia, tomfihamse, iumbsgo, and SO!- Miaa. ‘ Nsrviline is death to all pain. whei‘aher exxernal. lunemtsl, 0:: 103ml. "E -' m-m‘m a rpd rm tau: that inm‘fiam ' flaky. lune imnfflne 4' IL; than M:- “W: nuvy (,flippinzl, and mm L021] 1 11'» 5mm m the, but ma abmpmfi. away mm man-é ? 7, 4 " “9‘5”er “'Ol‘lh “I! (Xenia. Something for young mun only. St‘lld 15 oeuta in Ulver to p 1y pontage and packing daisy sample. Donaldson 62 00.: London, Uut. NewportiVR‘ I Nervn‘me may bra heated at the small com: 0t 10 cent», Buy as once a 10 cent: bowls of Nurwlina, the great pain xemefly. Sold by druggiflua mxd c Juuéxry dealers. A SAMPLE FREE II E PR! “E “If N R \W 3"! R’!‘ -â€"â€"F't)r 3| acnllaotiun of I“! packet»: of nhoica Flower Reedamno tnvo mlxko; best (zoller'bion r0 - comma,“ plomming allfiummer. Address A. W. POTTER Branch Gfficn, 3'] Ynfige St, T'o’runtu. HUNTING [‘3 SOUTH AFRICA. Authority with the U. S. Supreme Court and in UN Gov‘t Printing Office.x and 1:: n-mnnm-udr-d M 1va State Sup'ts “1' Schools in 36 Staten ’1'” its many ottn-r \‘fllllilhlu ll-aLIU‘Us “o hzlw PEAEHES IN(: to o Dr. Phips‘mn, in a Gag-mam suientifio jouunaJ, advocama the: {gs-new! use of sugar as an arazcla of. (119%, any simp!y M 2; plans- in?v summon $0 h-ofl. Ha affirms that during (any years he has eaten an {east 3. quurner of a pound ct sugar: daily, not counbing sugar-forng subamnues taken at the Hume time, and ham bwan benzsfimd by Whrn l tlmv ul‘ul COUNTING WITH THEIR TOES. Boyé Smifih. an Amerioan capitalism is to work the pboxphaue mums; on the K & P, Road, near Peruh, with a. force of 200 men WEBSE‘ER. Sc C.MERR1AM & C0") SICK): )«Kh r0 tho won my :3 DEBELITATED MEN '\ViIh or without l‘ntcut IHKII'X IT IS THE STANDARD ' Wigwam V, ,4 fling/ac ~ / 7’1EZI3ARY a/or(ofi/§g%' [mar ‘ The New Pain King. B (HR ’4. In», Brand on (lam is? . iflfiflfifi lon‘ «'OI Sand fur autulrgua Fruit, Grain and Truck Farms in me centrelt the humour; Peach Bel of IX'IUA’JGTP, to HAVING 1K: «‘0 , MILFORD, DEL l9 WORLD, 1300 Title, Tmmt‘r‘ muul h'ivny u, ( HIPS) ‘ulluos OF THE GLOBL THAT _ ,. > ': Unmaz may, 15 «mm ‘x in (* Springfield, Maw. Y (H‘I’AIJ w} rofxmly luiiwl is m) ‘m fnr a a trial, Em