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Marian was standingr her
skirts drawn about her, gazing
with terror upon &. spider, while
Horace was leaning back in his
chair laughing until fairly faint.
"Do stop," he pleaded between
"A Spider does make me so
nervous. I'm afraid I will kill it
by mistake, and yet I can always
feel them crayling on me," and
Marian stopped screaming long
enough to shudder.
Tom and Nell were silent, and
Nell gave a glance toward the
lace curtains. They were still
floating, although their lower
edge was slightly singed.
"Don't scream any more,''
Horace said very gently, although
his voice was a little weak from
excessive laughing. "Marian, I'm
awfully glad you showed me that
there- is a weak spot in your
armor, for now I am not afraid
any longer. You come right here
and sit down. There are no spid
ers here, but me, and you must
listen to what I am going to tell
There was a determined mas
tery in his voice, and he led her to
a seat. "Now, Marian dear, I
love you, and you must know it,
for I've shown it plain enough,"
Horace commenced, all uncon
scious of Tom and Nell. -The lat
ter, realizing that the. end she de
sired had come to pass, drew her
husbandtrsoftly from the room,
whispering as they stole through
"Bless the dears; it's all right
Tom had noticed the burnt
edges of the curtain, and a vague'
suspicion came into his mind. "I
say, Nell, you didn't set fire toi
those curtains just to bring those
two together, did you?" he asked
when they were reseated.
"Never mind what I did," Mrs.
Evans said quite sternly; "they
are happy now, and I'm so glad,"
and then she began to cry for
(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
A MARITIME TRAGEDY.
"Yes, my grandfather
while crossing the desert
prairie schooner." y
"How was that?"
"He Jell overboard and
ished of thirst."
A youth of aboiit X8 was walk
ing along the promenade leading
to the pier when all of a sudden
he slipped and fell into the water,
and, finding he couldn't swim, he
shouted at the top of his voice;
"Help, help! I can't stfim!" An
old gentleman standing close by
remarked;1 "Now's your time to
learn, young fellow