bending over him the face of the wo
man in the portrait But "it was" the
living face of a young and charming
girl, and blushing red under tine
young man's earnest scrutiny.
"Well," said "Mrs. Epping, entering
the room "you two are looking at
each other as though you had never
seen a person of the opposite sex be
fore. Mr.Gurney, this is my daugh
ter, Sylvia, whose portrait you may,
have seen invthe hall, in fancy dress,
representing a lady of the last century.
Gurney lay back onTiis pillowsfut
terly content. It was "a"'miracle; the'
doctor said, which brough't him' back
to health' so swiftly." But Sylvia
"You gave me back my life," he
said softly, as they left the parish
church-together, man and wife, three
months'later, "and I am going to de
vote my life to you."
It is Sylvia's face which forms the
central panel of Gurney's great paint
ing in the Museum of-Edinburgh his
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orange, gelatine, and laying in each of the tiny nests.an.egg of plain white
blanc mange. Arrange' the nests on a bed of ferns arid serve with-whipped
1 POOR SON
. An actor was, one time playing in
a town, and observed Jn the front
row an old lady.moved to tears. High-'
ly flattered he sent an attendant to
say he would like-to see her after the
performance. 'When the"y met he was
"Madam," he said, "I' perceive that
my acting touched you."'
"It did- that, sir," said the old wo
man. "You see, sir, I'vegpt a son
myself play-am'somewhere, who'
I ain't seen for a long time; an,vit
broke me all up to think that mebbe
he warn't no better at it than you
The future for each man lies wrapi
ped'up in the thoughts that his heart
broods upon secretly day by day. If
they are pure and high, his'future is'
sure to unfold nobly. If J.hey are evil
and' low, no circumstances can save
him from an inferior and ignoble
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