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Continued. ’No —I found a bundle of his ckrthea.’ T do not understand.’ Tt came about this way. There was a roll on the saddle of his horse, and when I came to undo it, that I might put it away, I found that It was a convict suit.’ Mr. Jordan stared. ‘Yes!’ continued Barbara, speaking quickly, anxious to get the miserable tale told. ‘Yes, papa, I found the farments which betrayed him. When he came to himself I showed them to £lm, and asked if they were his. Af terwards I hoard all the particulars; how he had robbed his own father of the money laid by to repay you an old loan, how his father had prose cuted him, and how he had been sent to prison; how also he had escaped from prison. It was as he was flying to the Tamar to cross it, and get as far as he could from pursuit, that he met with his accident, and remained in-re.’ ‘Merciful heaven!’ exclaimed Mr. Jordan; ‘you knew all this, and never told me.’ ‘I told no one,’ answered Barbara, ‘because i promised him that I would not betray him, and even now I would have said nothing about, it but that you tell me that .you know it as well ao I. No,’ she added, after having drawn a long breath, ‘no, not even after all the provocation he has given would 1 betray him.’ Mr. Jordan looked as one dazed. ‘Where then are these clothes — this convict suit?’ ‘ln the garret. I hid them there.’ ‘Let me see th< m. I cannot yet understand.’ Barbara left, the room, and shortly returned with the bundle. She un folded It, and spr< ad the garments be fore her father. He rubbed Lis eyes, pressed his knuckles against his temples, and stared at them with as toaiahment. ‘So then, it was he —Jasper Babb — who stole Eve’s money?’ ‘Yes, papa.’ ’And he was taken and locked up for doing ao —where? In Prince's Town prison.’ 'And be escaped?’ ‘Yes. papa. As I was on my way to Aahburton, I passed through Prince’s Town, and thus heard of TV ‘Barbara! why did you keep this •eoret from me? If I had known it, I ■would have run and taken the news aysolf to the police and the warders, and have had him recaptured whilst he wan HI In bed, unable to escape.’ It now Barbara’s turn to ex press surprise. ‘But, dear papa, what do you mean? You hare told me yourself that you knew all about Mr. Jasper' T knew nothing of this. My God! How thick the black spots are, and how big and pointed! ’ *Papa dear, what do you mean? You assured me you knew every thing.” T knew nothing of this, I had not the least suspicion.’ ‘But papa’—Barbara was sick with terror—‘you told me that this stood as a bar between him and Eve?’ No—Barbara. I said that there was a barrier, but not this. Of this I was ignorant.’ The room swam round with Bar bara. She uttered a faint cry, and put the back of her clenched hands against her mouth to choke another rising cry. ‘I have betrayed him! My God’ —My God! What have I done?’ CHAPTER XXXI. Called to Account. ‘Go.’ said Mr. Jordan, ‘bring Eve to me.’ Barbara obeyed mechanically. She had betrayed Jasper. Her father would not spar© him. The granite Walls of Prince’s Town prison rose before her, in the midst of a waste as bald as any in Greenland or Si beria. She called her sister, bade her go into her father’s room, and then, standing in the hall, placed her el bows on the window ledge, and rested her brow and eyes in her palms. She was consigning Jasper back to that miserable jail. She was incensed against him. She knew that he was unworthy of her regard, that he had forfeited all right to her considera tion, and yet—she pitied him. She could not bring herself to believe that he was utterly bad; to send him again to prison was to ensure his complete rain. ‘Eve,’ said Mr. Jordan, when his youngest daughter came timidly into the room, ‘tell me. whom did you meet on the Raven Rock?’ The girl hung her head and made no reply. She stood as a culprit be fore a judge, conscious that his case is hopeless. ‘Eve,’ he said again, T Insist on knowing. Whom did you meet?’ She tried to speak, but something rose In her throat, and choked her. She raised her eyes timidly to her father, who had never, hitherto, spoken an angry word to her. Tears and entreaty were in her eyes, but the room was dark, night had fallen, and he could not see her face. ‘Eve. tell me, was it Babb?’ She burst into a storm of sobs, and ♦brew himst If on her knees. ’O papa! sweetest, dearest papa! Do not ask me! I must not tell. I prom ised him not to say. It is as much as his life is worth. He says he never will be taken alive. If it were known that he wa here the police would be after him. Papa dear!’ she clasped and fondled and kissed his hand, she bathed it in her tears, ‘do not be angry with me. I can bear anything but that. I do love you so, dear, precious papa.” ‘My darling,’ be replied. T am not angry. I am troubled. I am on a rock and hold you in my arms, and the black sea is rising—l can feel it. Leave me alone, I am not myself.’ E V K BY S. BARING GOULD An hour later Barbara came in. ‘What, papa—without a light?’ ‘Yes —it is dark everywhere, within as without The black spots have run one into another and filled me. It will be better soon. When Jasper Babb shows his face again, he shall be given up.’ ‘O papa, let him escape this time. All we now want is to get him away from this place, away from Eve.’ ‘All we now want!’ repeated Mr. Jordan. ‘Let the man off who has beggared Eve!’ ‘Papa, Eve will be well provided for.’ ‘He has robbed her.’. But, dear papa, consider. He has been your guest. He has worked for you, he has eaten at your table, par taken of your salt. When you were hurt, he carried you to your bed. He has been a devoted servant to you.’ ‘We are quits,’ said Mr. Jordan. ‘He was nursed when he was ill. That makes up for all the good he has done me. Then there is that other ac count which can never be made up.’ T am sure, papa, he repents.’ ‘And tries to snatch away Eve, as he snatched away her fortune?’ ‘Papa, there I think he may be ex cused. Consider how beautiful Eve is. It is quite impossible for a man to see her and not love her. I do not myself know what love is, but I have read about it, and I have fancied to myself what it is—a kind of madness that comes on one, and obscures the judgment Ido not believe that Mr. Jasper had any thought of Eve at first, but little by little she won him. You know, papa, how she has run after him, like a kitten; and so she has stolen his heart out of his breast before he knew what she was about. Then, after that, everything—honor, duty went. I dare say it Is very hard for one wfao loves to think calmly and act consciously! Would you like the lights brought in, papa?’ He shook his head. ‘You must not remain up longer than you can bear,’ she said. She took a seat on a stool, and leaned her head on her hand, her elbow rest ing on her knee. ‘Papa, whilst I have been waiting in the hall, I have turn ed the whole matter over and over in my mind. Papa, I suppose that Eve’s mother was very, very beautiful?’ He sighed in the dark and put his hands together. The pale twilight through the window shone on them; they were white and ghost-like. ’Papa, dear, I suppose that you saw her when she was 111 every day, and got to lo T e her. I dkre say you struggled against the feeling, but your heart was too strong for your head and carried yonr resolutions away, just as I have seen a flood on the Tamar against the dam at Ab botswear; It has burst through all ob structions, and in a moment every trace of the dam has disappeared. You were under the same roof with her. Then there came a great ache here —she touched her heart —’allow- ing you no rest. Well, dear papa. I think it must have been so with Mr. Babb. He saw our dear, sweet Eve daily, and love for her swelled in his heart; he formed the strongest reso lutions, and platted them with the toughest considerations, and stamped and wedged them In with vigorous ef ort, but all was of no avail —the flood rose and burst over it and carried all away.’ Mr. Jordan was touched by the al lusion to his dead or lost wife, but not in the manner Barbara intended. ‘I have heard,' continued Barbara, ‘that Eve’s mother was brought to this house very ill, and that you cared for her till she was recovered. Was it in this room? Was it in this bed?’ She heard a low moan, and saw the white hands raised in deprecation, or in prayer. Then you sat here and watched her; and when she was in fever you suffered; when her breath came so faint that you thought she was dying, your very soul stood on tiptoe, agon ized. When her eyes opened with reason in them, your heart leaped. When she slept, you sat here with your eyes on her face and could not withdraw them. Perhaps you took her hand in the night, when she was vexed with horrible dreams, and the pulse of your heart sent its waves against her lot, tossing troubled heart, and little by little cooled that fire, and brought peace to that unrest. Papa, I dare say that somehow thus it came about that Eve got interested in Mr. Jasper and grew to love him. 1 often let her take my place when he was ill. You must excuse dearest Eve. It was my fault. 1 should have been more cautious. But I thought no thing of it then. I knew nothing of now love is sown, and throws up its ’eaves, and spreads and fills the whole heart with a tangle of roots.’ In this last half hour Barbara had drawn nearer to her father than in all her previous life. For once she had entered into his thoughts, roused old recollections, both sweet and bit ter —inexpressibly sweet, unutterably bitter —and his heart was full of tears. ‘vVas Eve’s mother as beautiful as our darling?’ ‘O yes. Barbara!’ His voice shook, and he raised his white hands to cover his eyes. ‘Even more beautiful.’ ‘And you loved her with all your heart?’ T have never ceased to love her. It is that, Barbara, which’ —he put his hands to his head and she understood him—which disturbed his brain. But,’ he said, suddenly as waking from a dream, ‘Barbara, how do you know a’l this? Who told you?’ She did not answer him. but she rose, knelt on the stool, put her arms round his neck, and kissed him. Her cheeks were wet. ‘You are crying Barbara.’ IOWA COUNTY DEMOCRAT, MINERAL POINT. WIS., THURSDAY. DECEMBER 24. 1908. T am thinking of your sorrows, I dear papa.' She wag still kneeling on one knee, with her arms round her father. ‘Poor papa! I w’ant to know really wTiat became of Eve’s mother.’ The door was thrown open. ‘Yes; that is what I have come to ask,’ said Jasper, entering the room, hofding a wax candle in each hand. He had intercepted the maid, Jane, with the candles, taken them from her, and as she opened the door, en tered, to hear Barbara’s question. The girl turned, dropped one arm. but clung with the other to her father, who had just placed one of his hands on her head. Her eyes, from having been so long in the dark, were very large. She was pale, and her cheeks glistened with tears. She was too astonished to recover herself at once, dazzled by the strong light; she could not see Jasper, but she knew his voice. He put the candlesticks —they were of silver—on the table, shut the door behind him, and standing before Mr. Jordan with bowed head, his earnest eyes fixed on the old man’s face, he said again, ‘Yes, that is what I have come to ask. Where is Eve’s mother?’ No one spoke. Barbara recovered herself first; she rose from the stool, and stepped between her father and the steward. Tt is not you,’ she said, ‘who have a right to ask questions. It is we who have to call you to account.’ ‘For what, Miss Jordan?’ He spoke to her with deference —a certain tone of reverence which never left him when addressing her. ‘You must give an account of your self.’ she said. T am just returned from Buckfast leigh,’ he answered. ‘And, pray, how is your father who was dying?’ she asked, with a curl of her lip and a quiver of contempt in her voice. ‘He is well,’ replied Jasper. T was deceived about his sickness. He has not been ill. I was sent on a fool’s er rand.’ ‘Then,’ said Mr. Jordan, who had recovered himself, ‘what about the money?’ ‘The recovery of that is as distant as ever, but also as certain.’ ‘Mr. Jasper Babb,’ exclaimed Igna tius Jordan, ‘you have not been to Buckfastlalgh at all. You have not seen your father, you have deceived rae with —’ Barbara hastily interrupted him, saying with beating heart, and with color rising to her pale cheeks, T pray you, I pray you, say no more. We know very well that you have not left this neighborhood.’ T do not understand you, Miss Jor dan. I am but just returned. My horse is not yet unsaddled.’ ‘Not another word,’ exclaimed the girl, with pain in her voice. ‘Not another word if you wish us to retain a particle of regard for you. I have pitied you, I ha’ e excused you, but if you lie—l have said the word, I can not withdraw it —I give you up.’ Fire was in her heart, tears in her throat. T will apeak,’ said Jasper. T value your regard, Miss Jordan, above every thine that the world contains. I can not tamely lose that. There has been a misapprehension. How it has arisen I do not know, but arisen it has, and dissipated it shall be. It is true, as I said, that I was deceived about my father’s condition, wilfully, malicious ly deceived. I rode yesterday to Buck fastleigh, and have but just returned. If my father had been dying you would not have seen me here so soon.’ ‘We cannot listen to this. We can not endure this,’ cried Barbara. ‘Will you madden me, after all that has been done for you. It is cruel, cruel!’ Then, unable to control the flood of tears that rose to ter eyes, she left the room and the glare of candles. Jasper approached Mr. Jordan. He had not lost his self-restraint. T do not comprehend this charge of false hood brought against rae. I can bring you a token you will not dispute. He has told me who your second wife was. She was my sister. Will you do me the justice to say that you believe me?' ‘Yes,’ answered the old man, faint ly. ‘May I recall Miss Jordan? I can not endure that she should suppose me false.’ If you will.’ ‘One word more. Do you wish our kinship to be known to her, or is it to be kept a secret, at least for a while?’ ‘Do not tell her.’ Then Jasper went out into the hall. Barbara was there, in the window, looking out into the dusk through the dull old glass of the lattice. ‘Miss Jordan,’ said he, T have vent ured to ask you to return to your father, and receive his assurance that I spoke the truth.’ ‘But,’ exclaimed Barbara, turning roughly upon him, ‘you were on the Raven Rock with my sister at sun set, and your brother planted at the gate to watch against intruders.’ ‘My brother?’ ‘Yes, a boy.’ T do not understand you.’ ‘lt is true. I saw him, I saw you. Eve confessed it. What do you say to that?’ Jasper bit his thumb. Barbara laughed bitterly. T know why you pretended to go away—because a policeman was here on Sunday, and you were afraid. Take care! I have betrayed you. Your se cret is known. You are not safe here.’ ‘Miss Jordan.’ said the young man quietly, ‘you are mistaken. I did not meet your sister. I would not de ceive you for all the world contains. I warn you that Miss Eve is menaced, and I w-as sent out of the way lest I should be here to protect her.’ Barpara gave a little coat mptuous gasp. ‘I cannot listen to you any longer,’ she said angrily. ‘Take my warning. Leave this place. It is no longer safe. I te 1 ! you—l. yes. I have betrayed you.’ T wi ] not go.’ said Jasper. ‘I dare not. I have interest of your family too near my heart to leave.’ ‘You will go!’ exclaimed Barbara. | trembling with anger and scorn. ‘J neither believe you, nor trust you. T —she set her teeth and said through them, with her heart in her mouth — ‘Jasper, I hate you!' CHAPTER XXXII. No sooner was Mr. Jordan left alone than his face became ghastly, and his eyes were fixed with terror, as though he saw before him some object of in finite horror. He pnt his quivering thin hands on the elbows of his arm chair and let himself slide to his knees, then he raised his hollow eyes to heaven, and clasped his hands and wrung them; his lips moved, but no vocal prayers issued from them. He lifted his hands above his head, ut tered a cry and fell forward on his face upon the oak floor. Near his hand was his stick with which he rapped against the wall or on the floor when he needed assistance. He laid hold of this 1 , and tried to raise himself, but faintness came over him. and he fell again and lost consciousness. When he recovered sufficiently to see what and who were about him, he found that he had been lifted on to his bed by Jasper and Barbara, and that Jane was in the room* His motion with his hands, his strain to raise himself, had disturbed the bandages and reopened his wound, which was again bleeding, and indeed had soaked through his clothes and stained the floor. He said nothing, but his eyes watched and followed Jasper with a mixture of hatred and fear in them. ‘He irritates me,’ he whispered to his daughter; ‘send him out. I cannot endure to see him.’ Then Barbara made an excuse for dismissing Jasper. When he was gone, Mr. Jordan’s an xiety instead of being allayed was in creased. He touched his daughter, and drew her ear to him, and whispered. ‘Where is he now? What is he do ing?’ T do not know, papa. He is probably in his room.’’ ‘Go and see.’ ‘Papa, dear, I cannot do that. Do you want him?’ ‘Do I want him? No, Barbara, but I do not choose thftt he sffffll escape. Go and look if there Is a light in h!s window.’ No sotfher was the door closed be hind her, than the old man signed Jane Welsh to come near him. To be continued. ART IN CHICAGO. Out There They See the Beginning of a National American School. The Craftsman. —There has grown up in Chicago since her phoenix like resurrection from almost overwhelm ing disaster a sturdy group of strong artists whose honest endeavor, perse vering pluck and devotion to their calling have given them claim to some thing higher than praise—apprecia tion. These men and women —paint- ers, architects, sculptors, designers— in expressing their own feeling about the things that surround them are lay ing a foundation that very strongly suggests the beginning of a national American aid. In receiving patronage and support the artists of Chicago have been de servedly fortunate. Only a few years ago, for instance, the late Benjamin F. Ferguson bequeathed the sum of $1,000,000 as a fund whose Interest is to be expended on monuments and sculpture commemorating famous American men and women and events in American history, all these works to be placed on the boulevards and elsewhere in Chicago. Then, public interest in art matters is so great that nearly every one of 'the many clubs for the advancement of culture offers a substantial prize each year for the best work exhibited by Chicago artists. Probably there are more organizations of this sort in Chicago than in any other American city. Over fifty women’s clubs alone are federated, and each year the fed eration purchases some worthy work of a Chicago artist. Since the federation of the Chicago Art association with the Municipal Art league in 1901 art in Chicago has re ceived even greater encouragement than before. No city in America has given its painters so many walls to decorate, thu> producing a condition along the lines of mural painting and bringing forward many artists of ex ceptional ability and some real gen ius, in whose work appears perhaps one of the strongest impres -es of Chi cago's genius loci. O’Connell at Canterbury. O'Connell used to relate a good story of his first visit to Canterbury cathedral, which was the scene of a Catholic pilgrimmage recently. He inquired from the verger the exact spot of the death of Thomas A. Becket. and then knelt down rever ently' and kissed it. The verger in terror told O’Connell that the dean would instantly dismiss him if he were to allow Popish work like that. O'Connell asked him his fee' for show ing a visitor round the cathedral. He said one shilling; O'Connell gave him half a crown; w ? hereupon the verger said: “You may kiss the stone again, sir, without any additional charge, and I will look out and tell you if I see the dean coming.’'—Westminter Ga zette. The island of Hokkaido is one of Japan's most valuable properties. Its mineral production (largely coal) in creased from |1 280,000 in 1895 to nearly 17,000,000 in 1907, and this is with only a very small part of its mineral field exploited. In order as named, the leading minerals are coal, sulphur, gold, silver and manganese. The coal is superior to that of other districts in Japan. Many ships from the Pacific coast to the United States call at the port of Muroran for coal. This is the foundation for the great Muroran iron and steel industry, now being formed by British and Japan ese capitalists. In four mines in this locality the underlying coal is esti mated at 600,000.000 tons. GOOD THINGS FOR THE MS TABLE SEASON AND DISTANCE REALLY AFFECT THE MARKET LITTLE. WIDE RANGE IN CHOICE IN FISH, FRUIT, AND NUTS. At Christmas time the housewife finds her problem to lie iu the embar rassment in the matter of choice, rather in the difficulty of finding suffi cient variety from which to choose. Time was when turkey and ‘ fixings’ formed the main part of the holiday dinner, but fast freights and cold-stor age facilities have changed all that. Ol course, At Christmas I no more desire a rose. Than wish a snow in May’s new-fang led mirth. At the same time, no one objects to the bodily transfer of a bit of summer, as evidenced in the presence in the markets of cucumbers, tomatoes, rad ishes, and other garden “truck” as welcome as unseasonable to the lat itude of Madison. Just now au excellent grade of tur keys can b© bought for 20 and 25 cents a pound, and unless the weather should change radically, there is likely to be little variation in price before Christmas. Already the markets are beginning to fill up with the holiday's supply. Some are small, others are fat, comfortable looking birds; once in a while one runs across one that re minds him of the present old Scrooge sent Tiny Tim: “It was a turkey. He never could have stood upon his legs?, that bird. He would have snap ped ’em short off in a minute, like stickks of sealing-wax.” Turkey and Its Alternate. Every one, however, does not care for turkey for the holiday feast Some are like Fepys. who enyoyed a “good shoulder of mutton and a chick en,” even after he had listened to “a poor sermon by a strange preacher.’ For others there are geese, fine and fat! and ducks of various sorts and prices. Capons, too, are fine, and In size come in between the turkey and chicken. There are also guinea fowl in abund ance. The farmer's watch-dogs they were commonly called in the old fann ing days; then, as was remarked by a man who was braised” on a farm, they were valued chiefly for this ac complishment. and were almost equally noted for their lack of gump tion, ini that they barely knew enough to get out of the way of an approach ing wagon when crossing the road. Still, they are now in good demand, and bring better prices than do chick ens. Another variety provided by the market is the pig. Not pork, mind you, but little pigs of the kind cele brated by Lamb; “Of all delicacies 1 will maintain it the most delicate.... Not your grown porkers, but a young and tender suckling, under a month 01d,...his voice as yet unbroken, but something between a childish treble and a squeak.'’ Such ones are in good supply, and may be had for $3 and upward. There are the usual choice cuts of beef, from the filet dowm Hams, too, are as sweet and toothsome as ever, while on the stands in the sections of the markets devoted to the products of the waters, fresh and salt, there are fish in fair variety, lobsters, crabs, scallops, and pretty much everything, even to flrog-legs. Apples have a large share in the market. They are of all hues and of all sizes, some of them vying with the famous old pound sweet in di mensions. One may buy them By the dozen, by the box, or by the barrel, though the new way of packing the fruit, in small boxes, provides the most satisfactory measure of purchase for the householder. Pears are in mod erate supply, but are high in price. Seedless Oranges. Oranges w r ill improve as me holiday draws near; already some marvels are coming in, but they are not nearly so good or as large as they will be later on. Those fair in qualify may be had for fifty and sixty cents a dozen. The new seedless oranges are coming 'in tfrom Southern. California'. They sell at from twelve to twenty cents apiece. Grapefruit are exceptionally good; dependent on size and condition; ten an'J fifteen cents are asked for the average. Tangerines are plentiful, as are pineapples. Guavas and pears are to be found in the stores, and grapes almost vie with apples for variety. One can get the ordinary vineyard grapes by the basket lor anything from twenty cents upward. Then come the muscatels and Malagas, at a higher price, and. costliest of all, of course, the hothouse bunches, whose size and beauty appeal strongly even to those who cannot afford them. In their case it is much like admiring an crchid in a florist’s shop, while one feels compelled to purchase a bunch of carnations. Brazil nuts, pecans. English walnuts, filberts, almonds are up to the average in quantity and quality. They may be bought mixed on some of the stands as low as ten cents a pound but the selected stock costs more and is worth the difference. In this connection one should not overlook the walnut. Butter nut. and the hickory. The higher priced nuts have driven these oid fav orites to the background. Yet, in tht opinion of many, they are preferable to most of the other varieties. Figs and dates fancy prunes, stoned, in little boxes; preserved ginger, and the usual variety of nut-meats, salted ready ;or use, are also in abundant suppl\'. The fresh figs are already here in fair quantities. In all the large stores the shelves 1 ,ia, ■■ '"Ti-.'.itl l . 1 \ .: .'i • - AVcge tabic Prep oration for As - ling the food and Hegula - ling the Stomachs and Bowels of ■■ • Promotes Digestion,Cheerful ness and Resl.Contai ns neither OpnirmMorphtne nor >Uncial. NotNakcotic. Heap? a/ 1 Old OrSliMl ZZ Pit U&ff Pumpkin Seed ' M lx.Senna * I SCodtelle Salts Artist Seed * I Ikpf’tmiat - / Bi Cortona* SaJa * I }Orm Seed - 1 flanfud Sugar - HhCKryrvon Haver. J A perfect Remedy for Constipa tion, Sour Stomach,Diarrhoea, Worms .Convulsions .Feverish* ness and Loss OF Sleep. FacSmute Signature of NEW VORK. tXACT COPY" OF WRAPPEB, and counters display jars of mince meat, of grades to suit the purse. For those who do not wish to go to the trouble of making mincemeat this is a great convenience. There are those too. who balk at even the baking of the pies, or who do not possess the facilities necessary. For those there are pies ready to eat, all but the “warming-up” preparations One can not buy these in the traditional cradle shape, unless they have them made to order, but it is possoble to obtain pies quite as good as the home-cade article. It. is probable that, aside from the turkey, nothing so appeals to the per son with unimpaired digestive organs as does the mince pie. Indeed, it is even more closely associated, in on)e’s memories of childhood, with the Christ mas holidays than is the turkey; quite as important, in fact, as the pres ents themselves. To one person at least the recollection of Lorna Doone will never be separated from the des cription of the mince pie that. John Ridd took to Lorna in the Doone val ley,, after the great snow storm had ceased, “made of golden pippins fine ly shred, with the under cut of the sirloin, and spices and fruit accord ingly and beyond my knowledge.” Southern strawberries should he here by the 25th. Of course, the win ter berry lacks very much of the flavor and sweetness of the May or June product, but it is one of the south's welcome visitors of the winter flme. Cucumbers are not averaging very fine; such as they are they some tunes sell as low as three for twenty five cents. Artichokes are plentiful; so is celery. Cranberries, inseparable companions of the turkey, have had a good season, and are to be had at fair prices. Always The Same. "Now, dear," she says, "we've got the children's stockings filled, and I’m going to give you your little present.” “But I didn’t want you to buy anything for me.” "But 1 couldn’t let the day pass, you know. It’s only a cheap, little present, but I hope you won’t be disappointed. It Is such hard times that I couldn’t • up much.” “I shall be p' ased over It, whatever It Is.” "And you won’t make fun of ItT” "Of course not.” "And you'll think It’s nice?” "Surely I will.” “And—and—but here’s your present. Ob, dear, but I do hope you’ll be pleased.” And she presents hubby with a pair of Presents Hobby with pule • Ko. lO slippers. No. 10 slippers, when he has told her a hundred times over that he wears a No. T shoe, and he receives them with a smile and says they are Just hla fit ami the handsomest things he ever saw, and he proceeds to dump them Into the closet along with the five other pair Then be laughs uneasily and sayv • I didn’t plan to buy you anything, dear, as you know how hard up 1 am. hut -t the last 1 determined to ” "Oh. Will, how nice of yon!” ••But It Isn’t much of a gift.” "But coming from yon. dear. It will he appreciated so much." "Sure you won't he disappointed?” “I couldn’t be. Oh, what can It be!” And he hands her a little parcel con talnlng a pair of No. 10 hosiery, when she has told him a hundred times over that her size is 8. and she utters a little shriek of delight, gives him a kiss, and then runs up stairs to put them with the aprons she Is going to give the hired girl on the morrow JOR KKltit OASTORIA. Boars the Kind ou HaYfl Bought TANARUS” C&vSfU&foi For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought [Bears the At Signature /Av - w •vf, vjr tor Over | Thirty Years THE CENTAUR COMMNt, NEW YORK CITY. That Christmas Tree Hubby—"l'M show you how n tree should li- dressed! Now don't “Interfere. There’s nothing bo distrait Injf tn n “Man when he's doing bis best t make 1 -h tiling down.” CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bright Stock Broker Suicides. Joplin, Mo.. Dec. 19.—Standing ** fore a mirror in the bath room of ifctc apartments here yesterday Colooet Henry B. Marchbank. a prominent stock broker shot and killed himseiX. 11l health is the cause ascribed. More Than a Billion Better- New York. Dec. 19. —The total 'hank clearings compiled by Bradstreet’s fo the principal cit : es of the Ur cj States for the past week was S’! ' 045 000. against $2,190,082000 for the corresponding week a year ago.