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then the visitors came in. "Nurs Blair had taken the ball, but she Tiad no time to conceal it before the little woman in black had come hurrying to the bedside, and she. stqSH holding it rather foolishly and self-consclbusly and could not face those searching eyes. "I've brought him this and these" said Mrs. Ward, holding out the box of bricks and the me chanical toy. '"But you you've given him that?" Nurse Blair stammered some 'thing, but she could never re member what it was, for the young widow had taken both her hands ih hers and was looking at herMU such a way as to make falsehood impossible. "Nurse," she said,"I want to ask you something Will he ever walk again?" " Nurse Blair was silent. They nujjlit have been alone in the wjtrd, so closely did the hum of conversation hedge them in. Each was with her own that Christmas morning and had nd thought but for hers. "Will he ever walk? Will he ever stand?" The widow grasp ed the nurse's hands tightly as though clinging to her as her last hope in life. "Tell me," she pleaded. "Never unless a miracle hap pens," answered Nurse Blair, and the woman's hands fell and she turned to the child and smiled. i Then Nurse 3Iair understood why some of the Madonnas were painted smiling. "Mammal" said the voice from Sure It Is. "Mary," said teacher, "what is the spinal column ?" "The spinal coumn," said Mary, "is what my head sits on one end the bed, "I want to whisper some thing." The widow knelt down, but the childish whisper was loud enough to reach the nurse's ears. 'I mustn't tell vou what my Christmas present is, because it (t will make you cry. The widow placed her arms round his neck and pressed his face to hers. 'Mamma, I want to show you 'something I've kept for a Christ-; mas present for you. Sit up, mamma, and look. Look!" Nurse Blair screamed. Br. Keith, passing by, stopped, look ed, and assumed an attitude of professional pride. His rather tired face Jbroke into a smile. "Do that again, Johnny, cried Nurse Blair. "Look, doctor, look! He's wiggling his toes !" "Ye's, ma'am," said Johnny proudly. "TJhat's why I wanted a football. There, mamma, you're" ' crying af tef all !" " " ' i o o Sprinkle Sardines. When a box of sardines is open ed it should be drained of all oil' possible,, and then the little fish turned out and sprinkled with lemon juice. They should be drained agrain before serving. I he lemon will cut the remaining oil and make the sardines more palatable. of, and I sit on the other."