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not help but read the only page writ
ten on. It was headed: "People
whom I like." A Jong list of names
followed. That of Randolph Boyd was
among them. His own, too, but
Then he had nSverheld her com
plete favor? He was grim, but re
signed, as he restored the book to
Nellie. It was on the porch of the
house where she was staying.
"I am sorry you are going away,
Mr. Alton," she said.
"I regret it, too," replied Ned, seri
ously, "for my brief stay here has
been most pleasant. I hope you will
remember me as a friend."
Nellie started. She fumbled the
book in her hand. Then, aroused,' she
glanced at the written list.
"Mr. Alton," she spoke, a strange
quiver in her voice, "you vou saw
' "I could not help it."
"Oh, do you not understand?" she
pleaded. "I I, that is, your name
oh, cannot you understand?"
Understand what? His heart gave
one wild throb. Her drooping eyes
told the story. His, name had been
erased from the list she "liked," be
cause he was one of those the only
one she loved!
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
The spring robin is on his way
northward, but you aren't going to
care much about the robin, this
spring, owing to another thing that
comes this spring, and that's Picca
dilly's dictum as to what the swell
American dresser shall wear. How
can robin, in brown coat, dull red
breast and yellow overshoes, hope to
compete with a thing rigged out like
Tight English suit; high frowned
derby; high collar; very pointed
shoes; thick cane; topcoat just like a
kinioua, with sleeves so full that the
raising of the arms raises the whole
garment. And, oh, yes! a bright col
ored band on the hat.
You cannot set traps for it. You
cannot shoot it. You cannot swat it.
And the chances are that if you ever
again say one word about woman's
folly as to dress, your wife will buy
you a high crowned derby with a
bright green band and talk you into ' (Jp
vearing it as' the up-to-the-minute
Early spring robin? Huh! Watch
for the early spring idiot!
By Berton Braley.
You couldn't call the mule "a beaut,"
However much you boast of him,
For pulchritude is not his suit,
To say the very most of him;
His disposition, too, is not
And though he'll often stand a lot '
His temper's undependable.
He's hard of mouth and obstinate;
Acquaintance soon reveals of him
That it is sometimes tempting fate
To get too near the heels of him; .
And when he lays those long ears
No beating or reproving him
Will ever stir him from his track
Until the spirit's moving him.
And yet and yet the mule will thrive
And labor with agility
Where horses cannot keep alive,
But die with great facility;
His treatment frequently is rough,
But he is quite resigned to it,
And he can toil with vim enough
When he makes up his mind to it!
Not a'ways is a heavy stick
The most effective charm to him,
For, though his muleship's hide is
Good usage does no harm to him;
So look on him with kindly eye
And you will not repent of it;
His market price is .very high,
And he's worth every cent of it!