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fy George- Elmer Cobb.
(Copyright, by W.-rG. Chapman.)
"Don't go, dear -we' -shall miss
you oij, so mucM"
Kmd gentle Aunt Rrjscilla placed
a plpading .handj On; the fair golden
head .of her favorite iiiece, Jessica,
as she spoke. She 'was a woman
bornifotindriesspience nd hum
an helpfulness. Her beautiful white
hair framed a face that seemed to
express a peaceful sanctity. Jessica
loved her as everybody else did. She
It Was a Letter.
clung to her now, but still she mur
"I shall'miss you too, dearest aunt,
but oh! I do so want to see what life
is like away 'from this quiet, hum
drum village. Cousin Marcia has
written me so much about the bright,
brilliant hfe she leads. They have
asked me to corns so often. Marcia
Bays that Unoleand Aunt WiUiston
feel quite offended at my constant
refusal to accept their invitation,
so so "
"My poor wilful child, my dear in
nocent lamb!" murmured Aunt Pns
cilla indulgently. "I will not say an
other word. I must not forget that
youth yearns for a change. You shall
go, dear, and with my best wishes
that you may be pleased and happy.
Only, child, when you grow tired of
all the hollow shams you are bound
to meet, come home to comfort, and
lovej and peace."
"Oh, it is always that the dearest
spot in the world to me," declared
Jessica. "I must finish my packing if
I expect to catch the train, mustn't I,
aunty? And there is dear Robert to
say good-by to "
"Robert had to go out into the
country with his father," again in
terrupted Aunt Priscilla. "He was
here with some flowers for you long
before you were awake."
"How kind he is, the dear, dear,
fellow!" murmured Jessica.
"They are from the little garden
the first little flowers of the spring,"
went on the lady. "He wants you to
visit the little spot he has worked so
hard io make pleasant for you be
fore you go away."
"I will, indeed, aunty," promised
Jessica, but she was so busy and hur
ried with so many things to attend
to, that when she waved good-bye to
her friends frdm the car window at
the depot, she uttered a dismayed lit
tle cry to find that she had not
brought along the flowers.
They would have been a most
genial reminder of the pleasantest
year of her life, Jessica regretfully
acknoledged as the train moved
away. Robert Liston, the son of their
nearest neighbor, had been a true
and loyal knight errant since the
summer before. It was he who had
built the pretty vine-enclosed bower
where Jessica read and did fancy
work on pleasant afternoons. Itwas
Robert who had marked out and cul
tivated a little garden patch. tha.