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-" BOH! CHRISTMAS? VELL.I HAF
ilEAt2D IT CALLED X-MAS,
JfeUT. NV DEAR FELLOW,
HE WAS SLIGHTED
Sandy McTavish was sitting weep
ing at his fireside.
- "Eh, Sandy, mon," said a neighbor,
peeping in at the open window, at
tracted by the sounds of woe, "what's
s "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" sobbed San
dy. "Donald McPherson's wife is
"Awheel," said the neighbor, "what
o' that? She's no relation o' yours,
"I know she isn't." wailed Sand v.
hf&'but it jist seems as if everybody's
wgettin' a change but me."
::-fne shown over a buildinsr pstatfi In
jjfc ; : he country.
;E7 t, "Come this way, gentlemen," the
gent said. "On the rising" ground
3pu can see how the land lies."
"Or the land agent, quietly re-
I ) marked one of the party.
SHE WAS SAFE
She was young and fairfand a t" -glistened
in her eye as she laid h""
curly head upon his shoulder, and ex
claimed: "Oh, George, I think if I found that
you did not love me, I should die."
"My darling," he answered, pass
ing his hand gently round her dim
pled chin, "I will always love you. Do
you think I would marry you if I did
not feel sure of it? In a few days at
the altar I shall vow to love you all
my life, and I will keep my vow."
A lovely kind of beatific happiness
played for a moment like sunshine on
her lips, and then she whispered:
"Oh, George, I like to hear you talk
like that. You have been so good
to me. You have given me a diamond
locket, and a gold watch and chain,
and rings that an angel might wear
outside her gloves and not be asham
ed; and if I thought that one day
you'd be sorry you'd given me all
these nice things and want the-1
back again, I should break my hean
He held her gently against 1
manly breast, and answered with
"Oh, my darling, there is nothing
on earth thatj could happen that
would make me repent giving you a
few tokens of my love, or make me
want them back again." -
She sprang from his arms like a
joyous deer, she shook back her sun
ny curls, and, with a whole poem in
her hazel eyes, exclaimed:
"Oh.'-George, you have taken a lcrl
from my heart! I've conie to say I
can't marry you after all, because
I've seen somebody I like betjer, and
I thought you'd want your presents
"And the name is to be ?" asked
the suave minister, as he approached
the font with the precious armful of
fat and flounces. "Augustus Phili i
Ferdinand Codrinton Chesterfield
Livingstone Snooks." "Dear, dear!"
Turning to the sexton: "A little more
water, Mr, Perkins, please."