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sT '-s-vy j..' "nywwiapjgi ferently. "What did she tell you?" I in quired anxiously. "That I should cros a strange water (she was thinking, of vis- iting an aunt in London) and meet a short, dark man (I am neither) op the boat and wed him in six weeks. There !" Oh, perfidious gypsy! "Well, she told you one thing that's true at least I'llvsee that it's made true. You are going to marry in six weeks time if I have to kidnap you." "Indeed" Peggy wrinkled her nose. "Now, I'll tell you what she read in my palm," I began. "Yes?" indifferently. -"That I would walk through this town with the sweetest girl in Christendom; that she, loved me in spite of herself" Peggy sniffed. "Don't bother to say more, Ned. It draws too heavily on your imagination. Besides", I looked through the flap of the tent and saw your bribery." "What is my sentence?" "You are so corrupt that you must have some one to try to re form you. Someone who is will ing to devote a lifetime, if nec essary" "Peggy you mean ?" A Slow blush deepened in her face and the smile retreated from the lips of the dimples from the dimples to the eyes and so, gradually, Peggy grew grave. o o Xfeyour swatting early. SATURDAY NIGHT Saturday night is the night for dad, ' He pockets his weekly pay And hikes for home where the youngster waits For the Sunday'holiday. Some simple toys and a candy stick He buys for the little boy, And then he runs for the little home That harbors "his loveand joy. .'Saturday night is the night for dad There's, a face at the. window , panev Watching for him as he comes from work And lie Jiears this welcome i strain: ? , "Daddy, I'm, glad that you've come home, And I guess that you're glad, too For, daddy, thi is Saturday night, The night that I sleep with you." Saturday night is the night for, the old tea kettle sings As father rolls on- the kitchen floor And plays with the baby's things. And then when the midnight moonbeams creep They smile on a little lad Whose face still .shines with a little laugh, - For he sleeps in the arms of- dad.