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ust a tiny bit glad !"
She did not answer in words, but her eyes spoke as she held out
He crushed them in his, then bent his head and kissed them, fir.
e girlish right hand, then the left. But she saw his face contract
e caught the gleam of her wedding ring. As he looked up their eyes
et again, and each knew what was in the other's mind.
"Angel, dearest," said Rosemary, "do tell the fairy father you're
glad to see him."
Evelyn started. "Why do you call him that?"
"Because he said he was a fairy and would. have to vanish soon.
But you'll beg him not to, won't you ?"
"I-I should be sorry to lose him again. We haven't many
friends in these days." The bright head was
bowed over the child's as Rosemary clung to
her mother's dress.
"You never lost me," said Hugh Egerton.
"It was I who lost you. Evie, you don't know
what black years these have been. I loved
" you so.")
"But that-was-long ago."
- "It was always !" .
. - "Hugh ! I thought you must have learned
to hate me."
4 1 "Hate you because I couldn't make you
care for me as-I hoped you would'and be
cause you cared for some one else ? . No; I"
"But-I did care for you? It was for. my father's sake that
that-ah, I can't talk of it, Hugh. You kn< w we were so poor after
father lost his money I tried with all my heart to forget and to do my
best for-my husband. Perhaps it was my punishment that be-oh,
Iugh, I was so miserable ! And then-then he went away. He was
tired of me. He was on a yacht, and there was a great storm ! But
you must have read in'the papers"
" Never. I never knew till this day."
"it / wasmoekha thre Yerg.
Hugh ws ver pale Thre year ag-he ln ersi hc
hehd okd n ridnt otin f e!An fhehdknwY
"Ri atndi gladp !" serpae itry Hwltl n nw
Sfaoher' dide tAswer i wodat heres poing. he held been
both hand speuain.n h s
taesgirlis rigt thand te the loret, u h a i aecnrc
tohi caus h in. But, er- ing rigwayeloeduheree
yoere in,adgh kne wat ch nteohr' id
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glad o sem a yu n
velycre ste d "why hd yobeen imtat
"Bsenin;aued sad he wslderyd, wudhv ovns on
But kno'libg thimt ty won' orot
her prsencutil tsyt oet. aan.W aentmn
searrhdyo.e nd inow.edy."Tebihtha a
we l gtec oed-till the cids~oeayc~t
" u I hanthveonisafer alosm,"i saidHuggetn
Aftetht-i semedthe blakyad tehv been.tgte u fo ovent
whe a ildwal wnt oanngth thts-on go."-h istgn o
So lud i wasthatIt as alwayvis foogmiue n
whecolilnc "aeaanHugh beg thougt you mutwo haverd
thei Chita eve dinnewt m" i otl Tee'omc
to panoromoroware for the das-I hopled. ouwoud just be
Pcue Rosemaredfo somlae oa lte dner liketegrwus.D-a
SoBEvely aid caes for yo!It was for untilthewr's sae that
seat-ah i can' retauran of tuh. ou de~ Pari thtwerememborafer
fahrut his mneItreed blush eallse heartt forgtnd odom
bes f-iA-Y ofd .Hghap Egertns my estni ments at ringh
ugh I as smielast And tershden epent away ie s.I
tire f e. H wahose damsch,n ther was ha livedaan stor But
yo uthv read seenh papeftreasnc"e-a opdi
"Never. mneve kne till thima."
"IBauor hn t yars throug. hsnih"fCrita v
Hugh s ery ale.Three yer g-hee hlfas yeas h
: '- ti:mt E:n?ne to him then. It would have been a hideous waste
f when lie cIId lie there and live over again each
mn<<! f his evening;, beginning at the beginning, when she had
e( Iinto the roOmll, an( going on to the end, when he had brought her
and Rosemary to the door of the Hotel Pension Beau Soleil to say
"goodbv until tomorrow." When he came to the end he went back
to the beginning again with renewed zest, trying to call up some word,
some look of hers which he might have neglected to count among his
Then, when he was sure that he had each pearl and ruby and dia
mond duly polished and strung on the fine gold chain of loving mem
ory, he would let his mind run ahead of time to the next day.
What a Christmas it was going to be! There never had been one
like it before in the history of the world, but-the best of it was
there was reason to hope that there would be many others to come
just as exquisite, if not more perfect.
Evelyn Clifford had loved him even when she had let him go.
She loved him now, and she had promised to make up for the long
gray years of the past by marrying him almost at once.
There was nothing to wait for. IIe was lonely and rich. She was
lonely and poor. Both were young and starving for happiness. In a
week they would be married, for she had promised to begin the new
year as his wife. Meanwhile there would be a great deal to do-so
she said, though he could not see why-in getting ready. But Christ
mas was to be a holiday. They were going on that picnic to Eze-all
three. That was already planned, but Hugh had mentally made an
addition to the plan of which he had said not a word.
He was as excited over the thought of this plan as Rosemary
would have been had she known. And, lest there should,be a hitch
or he should not have time to accomplish all,
- he was out of bed .by half past 6, that mys
terious hour of dawn when across the glim
mering sea Corsica can be seen floating like a
heaped btasket of violets in waves of trans
Last night he had anxiously inquired of
the concierge' whether the MOnte Carlo shops
would be open on Christmas morning and had
been informed that they would. Otherwise
- .Hugh Egerton would have been capable of
battering down the doors, helping himself to
the things he wanted and leaving enough
money to pay for damages as well as purchases.
After all, he was ready long before the shutters of those attractive
plate glass windows were taken away, but he was not sorry for that.
He had the joy of walking down to the Cgndamine and gazing up at
other windows far more attractive and saying to the closed green
blind, "Merry Christmas, merry Christmas, my darling-mine for
always now !
Then he darted back to rolls and coffee, beamed on the waiters,
gave them fat five franc pieces merely for beaming in return and
arrived in the Galerie Charles Trois just as the shop windows were
opening radiant Christmas eyes.
The first visit he paid was to the florists, and to save time in choos
ing he simply said, "I'll take all those things you have in the win
There were about 200 francs' worth of roses, the- same of white
lilies and enough lilies of the valley, nestling in baby leaves of yellow
green, to clean out any save a well filled pocketbook, but that was all
the better. The more he could spend today the more' was Hugh
Egerton pleased. He gave "Mmne. Clifford's" address and wrote some
thing in English on his visiting card. The flowers were to go at once
-at once,. mind ; not in fifteen minutes, but now--this very now.
"flow much in love is that handsome young monsieur !" thought
the mademoiselle of the shop, with a little sigh for some of the won
ders of the world which she had missed and.
must always miss. Her heels were appallingly
high, and her waist was incredibly small, but(
she had a heart, and there was no heart which
would not have softened to Hugh and wished
him the best of good luck this day. J
The next window which attracted the young T
man's eye was one which displayed just such a
dress as he had vaguely pictured yesterday for
a dear companion on the terrace. It was white,
of course, and he was not sure, but he thought it
was made of cloth. Anyway, there was a lot of enibroidery on it full
of little holes which somehow contrived to be extraordinarily fetch
ing. It had a mantle which hung in soft folds, marvelously intricate,
yet simple in effect, and he could have fallen upon the neck of the
stout powdered lady in black silk who assured him that the costume
could be worn without alteration by any dame de jolie taille.
He bought it instantly and then seized upon precisely such-a "long
white thing" of ermine as he had seen in his mind's eye. A "granny"
muff went with it. Really the people of the shop must have had
prophetic souls! And there was a white hat, with a gold buckle and a
long white ostrich feather which looked as if it had been born to shade
the face of Evelyn Clifford.. -
When these "confections" had been secured madame of the black
satin and powdered nose assured monsieur that his Christmas pur
chases would be incomplete without a certain blouse which, to an
untutored eye, appeared to be a combination of sea foam and rose
leaves. There was a belt, too, crusted with seed pearls, and a hang
ing bag to match. Oh, certainly monsieur would take these and any
thing else which madame could conscientiously recommend! She
could and did r-ecommnend several other things, and no doubt it was
OTCE or FINAL SETTLEMENT and all persons having claims against
We will make final settlement on said estate will present them duly
the estate of Mrs. Elizabeth Camer- atte. H. W. Cameron,
on. derened, in the probate court for IT. L. Cameron,
rw.reconyo Friday, the sev- iExecutors.
enn a f Janua~ry, 190l8, at -
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nw l'ate.f thereafter apply to the WANTED--All your cotton .seed at
said court for letters dismissory. All the highest market price. Scales
persons indebted to said estate will and seed house at C., N. & L. depot.
a paymen on or -r s.a da C. H. Cannon,
a mere coincidence that they happened to be among the most expen
sive in the shop. She also won Hugh's gratitude by being able to
produce a coat and a frock in which a little girl of five, already beau
tiful, would be more akin to fairyhood than
ordinary childhood and might become the "ex
ception that would prove the rule" to an unbe
,,, islieving Jane.
The cloak was pale blue, and another shop
had to be searched for a hat to be worn with
it, but madame was most kind in directing
V- ~ .monsieur where to find one. Her sister would
serve him; therefore he would be well served.
On the way he passed a jeweler's, and ex
actly the right string of pearls and the right
"swallow brooch" stared him in the face in the
window. It was odd how all the prettiest
things in* the world of. whatever description
looked as if they ought to belong to Evelyn
ri and Rosemary Clifford. There was a gold bag,
too, but that was a detail, for really the prin
cipal thing he had called for was a ring with a single diamond in it
and perhaps-well, yes, that little sapphire band to keep it on a slen
The rings, in their delicate cases, he put into his pocket when he
had paid,.but the other purchases were to go in that very same now
which had been impressed upon the florist-the sort of now to which
Riviera shopkeepers are accustomed only when they deal with Amer
Then madame's sister was found, and a blue hat, and there was
just time left for a frantic rush to a toyshop round a corner and up a
hill. Perhaps Doll Evie might be jealous of one rival, but there's
safety in numbers, and Hugh thought that a dozen assorted sizes from
life size down would keep a doll's house from echoing with loneliness.,
As for the presents for the Eze children, Rosemary was to"choose them
herself by and by, but all these special things were to be served up, so
to speak, at the Hotel Pension Beau Soleil with early breakfast.
When he had finished-which means when he had bought every
thing he could think of-Hugh looked at his watch. It was half an
hour to the minute since he had left his hotel.
"1 don't see why it should take women a long time to shop," said
he to himself. "It seems to me the
simplest thing in the world. You
just see what you want, and then
you buy it."
It was not until all the boxes
and parcels must have arrived in
the Condamine that an agonizing
thought struck Hugh. What if
- rEvie should be offended with him
~ for buying her things to wear?i
" What if she should imagine him
capable of thinking that the things
she already had were not good
Cenough when she was coming out
with him i
He suddenly felt a hundred
years old. "Ass-worm-menage
rie !" he anathematized himself.
It was now 9 :30. At 10:45 he was to call at the Hotel Pension
Beau Soleil to take Evelyn and Rosemary to the English church. How
could he bear the suspense till then-how endure it not to know
whether .he had ruined the Christmas which was to have been so
He dashed into his hotel and wrote five notes one after the other,
tearing up each one before it was finished. It was no good explaining.
If she didn't understand, nothing would make her. But would she
understand ? He knew now why some women said that all men were
fools. They were quite right.
If he had dared, he would have gone to her at once to be put out
of his misery one way or the other. But he did not dare, so he waited
until he had persuaded himself that not only his watch, but the hotel
clock and the Casino clock, must be slow.
Then he started and suffered five suffocating minutes in the public
sitting room of the Beau Soleil. It was a hideous room, with abomnina
ble flowers sprawling over the wall paper and carpet, and all the win
dows were shut,. but he did not notice these things, nor did he recog
nize the heavy scent that hung in the air as that which Mile. de Lava
lette affected. The lady of the roses had ceased to exist for him, but
if he had thought of her at all he would have
been glad that he had opened her pink leather
bag when it was thin and shut it up when it/
was very fat.
At the end of the five minutes the door
opened and gave to his eyes a vision-Evelyn'
and Rosemary in their new dresses and new 'l
hats._ _ _
It was all he could do to keep from crying
"Thank heaven !" and to say a mere "Merry
Christmas !" instead.
"Wicked, extravagant boy !" exclaimed
Evelyn. "Do yo.u know wve are most unsuitably dressed?i But we had
to put-the things on, hadn't we ? It was wrong of you to buy them,
but-don't look so terrified-it was sweet, too, and I know just the
feeling that prompted you to do it. What a dream Christmas this is
going to be!"
And then she and Rosemary thanked him separately for each indi
vidual thing he had given. It took some time, and they were nearly
late for church, but not quite.
If Mlle. de Lavalette had been looking out of her window at a cer
tain moment she would have been exceedingly surprised, not only by
the transformation of Mine. Clifford and la petite bete from church
mice into visions, but still more by the sight of their companion.
But hot rage and cold disappointment had given her a bad night.
She had expected_a guest for dinner. She had put on her prettiest
(To be concluded.)