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’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
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Worms .Convulsions .Feverish*
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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
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| 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
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make
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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.

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