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welcomed with concerned faces byf had
me iamny ten minui.es later.
Old Mr. Ward saw at once that
there was something- serious the mat
ter with John's right arm. They .made
him comfortable, Muriel hovering
about him like a veritable ministering
angel. They sent for a doctor.
"You will not be able to use that
arm for a full three weeks," was the
dictum of the, physician.
"But my work in the city!"
"Friend. John," said Mr. Ward
quietly, "you are going to be patient
and happy amonglis until you are all
well. We are goiiig to give you the
vacation and rest you have needed
for ten years."
- So John Lane settled down-into the
fair groove in which circuras'tances
had placed him. Muriel, his solicitous
nurse, flitted about him with her
sweet, womanly ways, and deeper
and deeper-grew his love for her.
Meanwhile the festal basket which
had been left by John on the doorstep
of a house he could not now locate
had performed a glorious mission.
In that humble cottage lived a Mrs.
Bernard and her three little children.
'For over a yearher husband, had been
lost, missing dead, she now feared.
He had gone to a remote part of Aus
tralia to look up the estate of a dead
brother. The months' passed by, and
no word was received from him.
With the family on the verge of
positive destitution and ill, discour
aged, nearly heartbroken, when John
Lane knocked at the door of the
house that stormy night the mother
lay very near to the point of dissolu
tion and the children huddled over a
smoldering fire in the kitchen stove.
They had not heard the summons at
the front door, but the next morning
when the eldest boy went out to seek
for some" dry branches to burn he
discovered the basket
What magic of joy it proved to
them!- Mrs. Bernard never doubted
thatsome kind person had thought of
them, and secretly provided for their
necessities. What a royal feast they
The nourishing food, the good
will of kind Hearts implied roused the
woman to new hope and courage and
And then, two nights later, there
burst in upon them the husband and
father, returned. He had been lost,
delayed amid great danger, but had
come back to the happy home fold a
The evening after 'that, John and
Muriel were seated conversing in the
cozy parlor of the Ward home.
"I am asking so much of you,
dear,'? jghn ;was saying lovingly.
"After-wMtinBbTlorigKwe jnust be
patient' aioti '.year ojewo."
"WhatJs'XJhaf: b&- wpman ,who
Thif e;s-arihgat the .doorbell.
Muriet: 'answered ' tbe; summons-.. A
stranger, confronted, u'eiv
"Is1 there, a Mr, Lane here.?:" she
was asSed, and the .caller was, ted, in
to the parlor,, wiie." he grasped
John's hand warmly. .
"YouaVe- the gentleman who left
a basket at myhqme few nights
since?" he said: .
"Unintentionally,"; replied John,
"but if it made anybodythappy "
"It saved my wife'slife, and I have
come- to thank you,' said Mr. Ber
nard earnestly. "I found your name,
pn one of the packages. It gave your
city address, and frqiritthere I traced
you here. I must know&oti better."
He got to know sterling, honest
John Lane so well that he started
him in business for himself.
And the f ullness of joy and happi
ness, complete came at last to the
two loyal lovers.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman,)
An enterprising your- florist, in
order to increase his trade, displayed
this sign in his window: "We give a
packet of flower seeds with every
plant." His competitor across the
street promptly sought to meet the
competition by placing in his winr
dow the following announcement:
"We give the earth "with every plant"