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continued, My' dears, I quite
envy you you your little love nest
All these years I have hungered
for such a home. -
"I don't often speak of it, but
years ago I, even I, had a lover.
I dreamed the dear dreams that
you have been dreaming, Nellie.
y The cup of happiness was almost
I at my lips when we, he and I, had
E a foolish quarrel, and he went
The woman's voice broke as
? she spoke. "He never came back.
I was too proud to send for him.
He was tall and dark like you,
Then Nancy started suddenly,
glancing at her watch. "Mercy,
I have an appointment this min
ute. Waiter, the checks, quick!
No, no, you two stay and finish
your lunch. Remember next
week, I'm coming."
"You'll find us," said George
with loving eyes on Nell's blush
f ing, tender face,' "in the little
", "Leave the shop, Nellie, house
jL .keeping is quite enough for the
little bride." I
C "She shall leave tomorrow;"
promised George, with quick au-.
, ' thority, as the older woman left
I them together.
"Sw.eethear t," whispered
George sinking into his seat,
"will you marry me today?"
The love light in her blue eyes
, answered him. "Dear old Nan-
au , niej snc &aiu joiuy. one must
ISJ Irnever know."
"' A nice day in February is al-
:. ways looked upon with suspicion. J
AN AID TO CUPID
Fred Corey and Amy' Livin
good had parted.
"If you forbid me to come there
is only one thing I can do," Fred
had said. "You're the only girl I
ever cared for, and I care too
much to trouble you with my at
tentions when you forbid it, even
though I don't know what-is the
Then he had hurried away and
spent half the night looking at
her picture and reading her let
ters and the other half tossing on
a sleepless bed.'
Amy at the same time was quite
similarly occupied, except that
she cried as she read his letters.
"O, Amy Livingood you are the
worst little fool that ever lived,"
she exclaimed to. herself. "I know
I'll never see Fred again, and, O,
what will I do?"
But, thpugh here were two
souls, who seemed to be made for
each other, suchis the working
of pride that they might never
have met again, had not the lit
tle god of love managed the af
fair with his usual good taste.
Therefore, it so happened that
Fred Corey, out for a morning
walk, in tn effort to clear his
brain after the restless night, met
little Johnny Livingood, "creep
ing like a snail unwillingly to
"Good morning, Johnny' he
said, "how are you this morn
ing?" The question was purely, .for-
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