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whispered .Catherine, as they "sat to
gether in the house. "All the prepara
tions were hiade, the bustle and hus
tle -was over; they had nothing but
happiness before them. They knew
that their love would be enduring.
"Mr. John, Miss" Maynard," an
nounced the old butler. He always
called the Eskimo John, for Wan-tak-kaw
was a little beyond his vocal
The couple started apart, to see a
transformed John come smiling into
the room. He held in his hand a care
fully brushed silk hat, and he was im
maculately attired in a frock coat,
lavender gloves, and patent leather
shoes. On his face he wore an aspect
of great mystery.
"In.my country give marriage pres
ent night before," he said, extending
a small package. "Not for you, Miss
Catherine for Lieutenant Andrews,"
he continued. ,
Andrews tore it open. Inside was a
magnificent pearl necklace, and, with
it, a sheet of note paper in Scoville's
writing. Catherine saw it and grew
as pale as death.
"What's this, John?" asked An
"Captain Scoville give him to me,"
answered the Eskimo. "He say to me,
'Byneby Lieutenant Andrews get
married. Then you give this to him.
Not give to girl, give to him. You
say nothing till he ready to get mar
"Catherine, dear, do you think you
had better read it?" asked her lover.
"Yes, dearest," she answered
bravely. They read it together.
"My dear Andrews," (it ran)
"If you marry Miss Maynard, as I
hope and believe, give her this neck
lace as a last gift to her from one
who will not see her again." God bless
you both, my dear friend.
Catherine looked at Andrews and
her eyes were full of tears.
"He loved me," she whispered. "He
all but asked me. But he knew he
knew that it was you.,And he he "
"Hexiid not mean to return," said
"Do you see what that letter
means, deart?" she continued
"It means," answered the lieuten
ant, "my vindication. But only at the
expense of his. To think that John
held the clue all this time and never
"Dearest,." said Catherine, "if you
should publish this none could dare
to say a word of slander again."
"No," answered the lieutenant
"But the dead are sacred. And the
past is over." He crumpled the letter
in his hand and dropped it into the
fire, watching till Jt was consumed.
And Catherine'knew that this loyalty
to the dead would bear fruition for
the future in her own undying love.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman:)
DIARY OF FATHER TIME
Modern wars are mere skirmishes
in comparison to those of the Egyp
tians, Greeks and Romans. Take for
instance the invasion of Greece in
B. C. 480 by the Persians. Xerxes,
king of Persia, spent three years pre-
Saring for his advance, during which
me immense stores of provisions
were piled at different points along
the line' of march, two bridges each a
mile in length were built over the
Hellespont, while a magnificent
canal, with a length of a mile and a
half, was cut for the advance of his
The Persian army numbere'd 4,
700,000 fort soldiers and 80,000 cav
alry. The fleet was composed of
4,000 vessels manned by 518,000 men.
The army was continually increased
by the soldiers of other nations
through whose territories Xerxes
marched on his way to Greece, added
to which the dumber xf camp follow
ers was greater than ttie fighting
men, so that the stupendous host was
reckoned by the ancients as more
than 6,000,000, or double 'the entire
population-of the American colonies
during the "Revolution.
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