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CONCERNING A BOY. By Charles Ki-nnctt Burrow, Author of "The Way of th* Wind," "The Kir* of Life.” Etc., Etc. ropyrtght. I*oo, by C. K. Burrow. ••< on*. get out °' that! - * Tummy got out of It with singular rapid ity. and stood. bllnkinc. at th* door of the l.irn. He had been working the chaff cutter to th* beat of hi* email strength the Imminent risk of his fingers, and t.-.oUgh he obeyed the voice. It wax with feeling Of damaged dignity, lie looked Ixi. k Into the shadow of th* building. I eay. Fitch, you might be more polite, yon know.” An' let you mangle yourself, Master Tomf •I was all right," eafd Tommy. "Be si'les, i was helping you, wusn t I?" Fitch grinned. rialnly." he said, "you 'ad cut quite a upful." oh!" aald Tommy; “why 1 was turn l-.r the wheel for half an hour." Turnin' the wheel ain't everythin'!" you're In a bad temiier, Fitch!" Tom try raid severely. "I don't like you when J,.ure In a bad temper ." The man grinned again and began to t . p irate a. iruaa of hgy. , "O, no I'm not, Master Tom," he aald; -put I won't have you playing with my rii irhlne and a-dltlgurln' of yourself. I rirseay. now. you’d have put a Slone In II you'd a-thought on It" ' I'm not auch a kid aa all that." sakl T mmy, and he marched off with hla hands in hi* pockets. Tommy had set out with the notion of having a pleasant afternoop. First he He marched off with hla hands In his pockets. bid tried the ’billiard room, but the two m*n playing there, hi* father's gu-*els-. rot only refused lo let him have a cue. hteh was bad enough, but also seemed inclined to resent his Intrusion alto gether: so that the boy. after secreting block* of chalk departed on another q ie*t. Then he went to the imultry ir*l amt mesmerised a hen by drawing a chalk cirri* round It; that, howeiergaas a slow occupation, and after he bad laughed at the Idiotic expression of Ihe fowl he went away, entirely forgetting to release It from bondage. After that h* Journeyed to see the boot-boy, who al ways had Interesting things in hi* pock et* and knew where thrift' nests were to I* found; but the boot boy had gone on a round of errands, and th* housekeeper was croe* because she had |*artleularly wanted him that afternoon: there was no s’, tupathy to be ha-1 there. Then came the .-plot*!* of the chaff-cutter, which had promised eo well and en U-l o unsatis factorily. When Tommy strolled off In ihe Mai sunshine, therefore. h was nalur alli in a condition of high discontent. Me put all hla misfortunes down lo the presence of guest* tn the house; he dis approved of guests, unlcs* they happened to be boy*. In anc way or another they Hello, Ml** Mortimer, I say you did give me a fright were always upsetting hi ! plans, appear ing at inopportune momenta or crossing hit* trails. Then they were toil serious, ' "'.Over billiards—which, In Tommy's i liw, consisted In hard driving round tho ' *<*!•■ they didn't romp; they didn't even their ours and singlesticks and aim 'I one nnoiher's heads Ii seemed to Tommy that It wnm'i worth while t® t ow Older at all If all the fun were to h left liehlnd. Il appeared lo him that ar own-up* misled ihelr opportunities far " re than he did; l>ut they w. re never ' '1 of It as he was so pteslslently. Ho strolled round to the tennis ground. ' I with his hands In his pockets. In * vague hope that he might Indues '"! one lo play with him. But the two r iris were deserted, and the nets sagged *f pondlngly. • Well. I'm Mowed," said Tommy, "of n!: the slow places!" a the south of the tennis courts was * l ttle wood of beeches, and beyond that ' (team The bootboy had Instructed 1 <nmy In the art of loach tickling, und " lucre seemed nothing else to do, he de ' mined lo devote an hour to that pur *l ’ There Wasn't much fun In doing It "on# hut still It was h tier than uoth -1 v 'c'ordlngly. Tommy dived through "■ wood. sat down on the bank of the "mini, and proceeded to take his shoes *"d siockings off. I' ws pleasant, after all. to feej the oo|, clear water rlppllrg against his* legs, and one* you began searching tha stream ror fish there wtre all sorts of slrsng* and pretty things to l>* seen at the bot lom—colored pebble* and the tike; but when the | ebbles were pk-ked up and drlad all the color* disappeared. This, however was *o perfectly In accord with fairy stories that Tommy didn't mind After a time.he found a loach with Its wavy body set nose-wire toward a atona. Very cautiously ho got hi* hand below It. and with a mighty Jerk sent It high on to the bank. It was a most successful capture, and put him In a good temper at once. Hut a dead loach was no use to him. and he bad brought no Jar wltn him accordingly, he held the llsh In th* water with one hand that It might not die prematurely, amt with the other made a •lock for Its reception. When the lo*ch was transferred to this It appeared rather Itabby and Inclined to lie over on It* able, but Tommy had a hopeful temperament. "What are ycu doing?" asked a voice Tommy stood bolt upright with his legs straddled, and stared around. "Hello, Miss Mortimer!' he said! "I say, you did give me a fright!" Mias Mortimer was sitting on a fallen tree trunk Just In the shadow of the wool. She held her Index flnger between the pages of a hook. "I can't get away from these p-ople anyhow; It's sickening!" Tommy thought. “I'm sorry 1 tightened you." said Mist Mortimer. "What are you doing there?" ''Tickling." said Tommy. "Tickling?” -it rt ; "Tickling loach." “Is that a Ash?” "Yes." said Tommy; "I've Just caught one You may come and took al It If you like.” Mis* Mortimer laid down her book and stepped across to the side of the stream. "There II Is." said Tommy. "It looks a bit queer, doesn't It?" "Very queer. I don't think It's well." "Per'ep- the fall hurt It." "Very likely, poor thing." "Could we do anything to make tt bet ter?" Tommy asked, stirring it up with h! finger. "Put It back tn tHr stream " "Put It back?" The suggestion wa# so startling that Tommy could hardly be lieve hi* ear*. ' "Yes. put It back. A dead fish wouldn't tie any good to you. would It? It Isn't hig enough to cook: besides. you wouldn't like lo eat a thing that had died, would you?" "But ttsh always die before they're eat en." haul Tommy; "they must, of courtw." "Rut ltd* I* a lingering death," satd Miss Mortimer, who., logic wa* unequal to such an argument. ”Io put It back. Tommy, to please me," #he added, laying a hand on hi* shoulder. ‘•Of course, if you really want tie to,” said Tommy Then, brightening up. "I might catch It again another day when It'* better." "Of course, you might," aald Miss. Mor timer. gravely. "Then here goes,” *ald Tommy. He picked up Ihe unfortunate flah. held It In hi* hot hand toward* Ihe gtrl for her closer Inspection, and then dropped It In to the stream. "Thank you. Tommy." said Mlsa Mor timer. "I believe the beast was shamming.' •Wouldn't you sham If you were caughl like that?" "I might." Tommy admitted. “Will you come and talk to me for a Urn, ' I'm alone, you see." "VII right." said Tommy. H would hov. preferred to go on tickling hut he ii l olltP boy lo ladle*; be*We*, bo Id a g e. admiration for Mis. Marti "minors he was little *hy of her hut om there he felt that he could tell he! things; already. that afternoon, he t, -,i i itmhl hor nomrlhlfiff. They went together to the fallen tree Ji Tommy aal beside Miss Mori Inter Z\ rutSe.l hi. pink fee. together re . uwa. mu tin arm rmitW ni* """I'l r and a roU bm un.,dy hair, shoulder ami h „ Tommy rather world . ""wh. n .°have you been doing all the afternoon?" • Nothing much. "Won't you *‘ and B "’ • . ... • o Tf you llki." said Tommy, and l e I, ro r. d-d lo give her an account of hie umudf factory doings. The theme was en you like Mr Fllton?" •He 1 all right, ascepl when ha* play- THE AIOKNING NEWS. SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 30,1900. PALATABLE, PURCHASABLE | HU In m. Jos. A. Magnus Ete I & co. Cincinnati, O. Ing billiards. I collared a piece of chalk, though." He produced the chalk from hi* pocket for Miss Mortimer'* admiration. "Beautiful," she said. "I'd like to run away." aald Tommy, "only I couldn't go alone, you know, could I?" "Hun away!" "It’d be splendid!" "1 should rather like to go with you, old chap.” "Foukl you?” cried Tommy. "Well, I'm not n boy, you see." "That doesn't matter " “I'm afraid it does," said Miss Mor timer. "You could dress tip Ilk* * boy " "I wonder how I should look " "You'd look Jolly." said Tommy. "You'd have to have your hair cut. though, or they'd take you for a poet, or some thing " "That would never do," said Mlsa Mor timer. "If we could only do It." said Tommy. "We'll thjnk about It. shall we?" "If you like." sai l Totnmv. He did not feel very hopeful. Even In his small ex perience delays were usually fatal. Miss Mortimer was not alow to observe his de jection. "Poor Tommy," she said; "you' tv a dear boy, ar.d not so very naughty.” She drew him closer and kissed him Now Tommy. In the ordinary way. did not care for kisses, but that one was not at all un pleasant. and he knew how funny girl* were. After a time, Mlsa Mortimer cried out suddenly: "O. Tommy, w'nat's that In the stream?" Tommy darted off and rescued hi* shoe* and stockings, which had slipped Into the watVr from the bank He came back, cur rying the shoes. Into which he had stuffed the stocking*, by their laces. He was chuckling delightedly. "I don't see anything to laugh at." satd Miss Mortimer. Tt s awfully funny,” said Tommy, go ing into an explosion. "I expect they I*ll on the old loach, and Anlshed him!" "What are you going to do?" "Bare feet ate all right. I ofl*n go about In hare fees. Dad say* tt'e good for me." Mis* Mortimer glanced at his strong young limbs and smiled. "I daresay II Is." he said. "Hadn't you better take the stockings out of the boots and spread them out to dry?" "O. It doesn't matter!" “Tommy, you're buy." (Hi* did It "her self. while the boy watched with a thoughtful pucker on his forehead. "I'm not really laiy, you know," he said. •N or' "Only they'r* always setting me to do things that aren't any use." "Stockings are of use." •'I wan't thinking about stockings. I'm aolna to by a aallor. an*l they give ma a lot of •iima to do. Sums are no good to a nuilor." "O, yy they are." "Well. I asked I'ncle Joe to halp ma tha other day—ha'a a captain, you know—and ha couldn't!“ •'Perhaps ha wouldn't." said Mtsa Mor timer. "Ha couldn't." Tommy Instated "Ha didn't know what a aommoij denominator was." "Dreadful!" cried Miss Mortimer, who had entirely forgotten what It was her self To her relief Tommy abruptly left that subject. "I wish I had another block of chalk." he said. "Isn't one enough?" "I might lose It. and then I ihould be done." "I see." said Miss Mortimer Then she flushed slightly and smiled, beginning to stroke Tommy's hair again ■'l>o you particularly wont It this after noon?” she said. •'I could do without It. of coarse," sold Tommy, heroically, i "1 think I can manage It for you " Mias Mortimer took a notehnok from her pocket and tore out a leaf, on which she wrote. ''Miss Mortimer presents her com pliment* to Mr Fitton. and will he klndlv give the bearer a piece of chalk to moke n pair The hearer 'collared' the other piece* from under Mr Pitton's eyes this afternoon " Hnvlng folded thta missive and written Mr. Fltton'a name upon It. she handed if to the hoy. ••Thrr\" h* *o!d. "Ink* Ihut to Mr. Ktttnn and come hack and tell me what happens." "If he's not In the hllltard room what shall 1 do? I daren't go Into the drawing room with bare feet." "If he's not In the billiard room bring the note back to me. And Tommy, don't tell Mr Fitton where I am." "All rtgh'." said Tommy. Ha set ofT at top speed through the wood and across the lawn, and daahfd Into the hllltard room tike a runner breasting the tape. "Hello'” Mr. Fitton rose from a seat In he window and stared at Tommy; then he broke Into a pleasant laugh. "Well, youngster, what do you want. h " I Mease I've brought this." said Tom my breathlessly, holding out the note Mr Fitton took It with a bewildered air, eare foilv opened Its many folds and read Then aT expression came into his eye. which entirely re.mured Tommy evso : hough the next words were stortllng rn, Tte you collared a place of chalk this afternoon, eh?" "Yea." said Tommy. ••And you want onother piece. YOU . "Well, there you are " Tommy .slipp'd ,he Kook into hl pocket, sold Thank von " and turned to go "•Hold on! Where It Ml* Mortimer?" •Tm not to toll you " •*Wh#r# hnv* you T ••fly th** ftr^atn.” Tnmmv suddenly realised that he was on tT bom. Of giving Miss Mortimer Sway, end added hurriedly: But she wasn't Ashing with me!" * "flood bov " sold Mr Fitton. "I won't •rv to And out your secret " He turned the note over and over In hi* finger* looked out Of the win*low. pinched one q| Tommv's legs, appeared to hesitate abouf ilk'd so i w rt'in t ble •\i iv i go?" asked Tommy .. Xnt y,t old mm Here think what ,-ou ll bur with this while t write a note He gave Tommy flve-shllllng piece, and the boy'* though!, instantly ran riot over „ chaos of possible purchase* Tney |*tr tlcularlv Inclined. however, toward |e,id a .osdiem and cannon, with pews tor hall* The afternoon was turning out famoualy. 1 When Mr. Fitton had flniahed ha took a diamond ring from his little Anger and allpped It Into th* envelop* with the note "There," he said, “go straight to Mis* Mortimer with that, will you?" "All right," aald Tommy. "I say. 1 wish you'd teach me to play billiard* " "1 will tome day -when you're bigger " "I could stand on a footstool,” said Tommy. "So you could, to be aur*. Perhaps we ll try to-morrow " With this comforting prospect tn view. Tommy dashed bock to Mis* Mortimer "I've got the chalk." he sold "and this!" Mlsa Mortimer locked at the Av*-hlllln piece |n hit hand amt blushed “And Mr. Fltton sent this to you." Tom my went on. "1 think there’s something Inside ” Mis* Mortimer's blush deepened a* tha opened the envelope, and when the ring fell oul her Up* parted to free something between a sigh and a sob Then sh* read v hat Mr. Fltton had wrlten. Aftn a long silence Tommy looked up and tnw Miss Mortimer rather tremu lously trying to ellp the ring on to her Anger. "If,: awfully pratty, tsn’t It?" Tommy said "Y*# fihall I wear It or throw tt Into the siream? Mr. Fltton says I may do which I like " "I should swop it for something else." sold Tommy* "Birt I dare say you won't want anything else ” "I couldn't swop It. Tommy A**, It Just At# me!" The ring shone on th# third Anger of her left hand "I should leave It there, then." said Tommy. "I think I shall." sakl Mlsa Mortimer. And then to Tommy’* Intense surprise, she c tught him in a close embrace and called him a "darling boy." It took him some Java to understand nuttier*, and even then It seemed to him that grown up* and particularly hi* .father's guest*, made a great fuss about a little thing. THE LITTLE BROWN HOUSE. A MIYF. STORY. By Gertrude Smith. "There comes those dear children over to see me. Hold up your skirls. Althea You'd ought to have gone around by the road this wet morning " "Wilfred Insisted on coming this way." Althea answered. laughing "I love to come by the xlg-xag meadow path over to Aunt lioey’s." said th* young man. nd taking off his h*t. lie made a low bow tn the little wum*n standing In the doorway. "Of all the happy ones l ever saw. I do believe you two are th* happiest!" said Aunt Roey, looking down at them with shining eyes. "We're come over to breakfast," said Althea. "Oh. have you? That I* nice. I eaA give you strawberries wild cream and toast and some of Tuodie's egg* " "Dear little Total:* doesn't know whal a blessing she Is.” laughed Wilfred "If she doesn't. It Isn't because Aunt Koey hasn't told her." said Althea "Hhe talk* to everything about the place. Why, she even talks to th* cloth!” "JThere, there, Althea Don't tell all my foolishness! Take Wilfred on Into the front room, and I'll call you In a few minutes." When Ihe two were alone In the long, sunny parlor Wilfred took Althea's hand and led her to the piano. It had been bought by Aunt Roey ns t special Inducement to the young people who lived across ihe meadow. Since Althea's engagement to Wilfred Bnayton the Instrument had brought the little lady u pleasure she had never hoped for. It wws not difficult lo read the etory of ihese two. Althea was a country maiden and when presently the little brown house > ,-ho.d with Wilfred's rich barttoifte you knew beyond question that lie wa* no or dinary musician. Althea turned on the music stool and looked up at him as the song came to an • nd "Oh. I long to have mother and the girls and Aunt Roey hear you sing In a hall, ns I did last winter They haven’t really heard vou yet, you know ." "It wouldn't mean as much to them a* hearing me here, dear." Wilfred answer ed, kissing her. "1 sing only simple ma sk- here, because I am singing for their pleasure. You understand the other, but they do not." "That !* Just why I love you," said Althea, with emphasis. "You never have tried to Impress them one bk with your Importance." "I have no Importance to Imprests them with, Althea." Wilfred answered, laugh ing. "There was a time when a man who sang as well s* I do would have been known Ihe eontl*i*m over, but now there are many who sing as well, and who live a* well on lh" Income from their talent as we shall live. And there wws a time, and not long ago, when It would have been Imposelhle to have found a girl like Althea Wtnthnop In Ihe wilds of Northern Mich igan." 'Oh. well, T’ve not always lived right here. I've been away to achol," aald Al thea. "Ilreakfast I* ready," said Aunt Roey, opening the door. “Such a treat aa you have been giving me. 'dear hoy." " "You'll get made over, more than'* goes! for you, with Althea. I'm afraid." said Aunt Roey, when they were seated at the breakfast table "It run* In our family to make averythlng of ottr own. 1 read In some book one* that musicians and ar tists needed someone to be kind of aevere lh them, or they were apt to grow Isay and not be very good providers!" "I guess that la correct,” Wlrfred an swered. laughing. "Every one who makes a living wltn a talent need* a spur of some kind. A* a class we are not flrat rate business men " "I came Into this house thirty year* ago In fhe same dream of happiness you two are In now. My story la told and your.i has Just begun. Hometlme* I think If young people could have a little trial .ome to them along with their first hap piness they would he stronger to meet f hal may come to them after, but. I don't now!" "A trial has come to us In our first hap piness, Aunt Roey," said the young man. "Al last I feet It almost more of a trial that I can go through Althea la very brave. Hhe seems to think we have love enough to bear up under It, some way." DISCOMFORT AFTER MEALS Feeling oppressed with a sensation of stuffiness and finding the food both to dla tend and tolnfully hang like a heavy weight at the ptt of the Stomach, are aymptoms of Indigestion With these the sufferers will often have Conatlpatlon, In ward Pllea, Fullness of the Blood In the Head. Aridity of the Htomach. Nausea. Heartburn Headache. Disgust of Food. OaseiMH Eructations, sinking or Flutter- Ing of the Heart. Choking or Suffocation Her .lions when In a Ivlng posture, Dl*. tineas on rising suddenly. 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I tried six bottles and louaei a treat relist In IL It has Improved my health much durtssq my married Me lam tha mother ot three children I hav* spent sl,S7*i (or treatment up to date, but find more reiki I* your Wine of Cardui than all the other medicines I hav. taken. Mrs. £. 0. UALLION. In ceaea reqat mg special atroetloss. address, airing symptoms, "Tbs Ladles' Advisory Department", Th# Chattanooga Stodleln# Cos., Chattanooga, T*on. "What does he mein, Althea?" "We came over to tell you about 11. Aunt Roey. Wilfred's brother, who died last year, left hi* little girl to his charge. He has Just found out about It. Her grandmother ha* been keeping It from him." “She wanted to keep the child with her, but she has grown very feeble tn the lat few months, and. I suppose, as I am to have a home, she decided to let m* know Wilfred replied. “How old Is th* child?" asked Aunt Roey. "Twelve year# old." said Althea "Th- most difficult and disagreeable age! When dll you hear about this?" “Not tl'l yesterday. We sat up half the night talking about It and thinking wh oever could undertake It. I want you to go over and ace mother. Hhe la simply wild over It. Rhe even want* me to give up Wilfred entirely." "If all th* world hod Athra'a heart, and your common sense. Aunt Roey, this would not lie n difficult place to live In We felt brave enough to face anything when we got well out of the freshet over at the other house ” "You will add to your trouble If yon ran tiol bear at the start to be patient with Althea's mother,” Aunt Roey an swered. quickly. Wilfred sprang to his feet and went around in Althee's chair "I didn't mean a word of It, little girl! Hhe Is our dear mother, no matter what ha ppns.” "When doe* your eharge com* to you?" asked Aunt Roey "That la tlx* tragedy of tt, Atm Roey, she say* she Is coming to our wedding," said Althea "We are not going to have each other at all! She will be her* to night." “Oh, she t* a good one"’ Wilfred laugh ed. "I know whal a self-willed child she was at live years old I haven’t seen her since, but Imagine she ha* made steady progress." "Here come the girls." said Althea, look ing out of the window. . AI Shea's three sisters ram* In the gate between the hedge and marehed solemn ly up the walk and Into tha room. "You might im well divide your wort •ling clothes In-tween us, Althea," said Durolyn. "I nm going to have th* violet lawn, because t malc tt " "And 1 nm going lo have the rose- col ored tea gown, because I made It." aald Nell. "The blue morning sack !• mine,” said Amy. , "How Is mother this morning, gtrl*r| asked Althea, anxiously. "Hhe eay* w* needn't g" on with your sewing until Wilfred hag dleposed of that child." replied Carolyn. Aunt Koey rose and went to th* door •■Children, stay here unttl 1 return," ehe said. Mrs Wlnthrop sat In her darkened room nursing her thought of the burden that had come to her daughter on Ihe *v* of her marriage. "Now, Itoey, you needn't come over here and argue with me'" h# said, as her sister came Into the room. "1 should never have consented to Al thea’s marriage, when aha Is *o young, but for you. "And you must listen to me now. Char lotte," aald Roey. drawing a chair to her sister’* side. .. •'lt will not do any good for you to talk 1 will never consent to my baby being burdened In thin *?■ I " I asked Wilfred lo have Ihe child board *d somewhere, but he say* sfc* mu, ‘ '* with him I should think any on* could see his first duty la to Althea. "There Is perfect understanding between Wilfred and Allhea Hhe has i-orisentsd to their having .he child with **.>“ you wlah to rob Althea of a happiness that you have been denied?" "T do not know what you mean • If you had ever taxi th* for any one that Althea h* for Wilfred you would be * stronger woman than you *Aitheg'* mother got up quickly amt walked to the wlmtow Hhe stood there motionless amt silent for a long tlgt*. Arroitt th* rotiß* ■** * <lmjftht*ra •Ittlim on lh* hood ptazs* of fh* littlo brown bout** Wilfred wu* pin** in*. Ht •trow*, rlrh vole* mm* clearly to . ••T*ll th* Kirin to oom* bnrwl go on with Alih* * rewl ng." *h* iwld. |y. # "I nlwnyft hav* forgotten my*<*u for my children. Rflty." ••Vou or* forgetting yourself for them now. <k*S blenz you." Ilocy replied and hurried away. It was dusk when th* train drew up Ro the little station at flarnn.tc Wilfred md Althea, who had eome together lo meet their charge, saw her first a* she ran down the long platform toward them •T'ncl* Wilfred!'’ exclaimed the IHtlr girl, and threw her arms about him. ••Ob. oh. you look so much like papa!" "1 (ore this I* Allhea." Wilfred replied The child stood on tip-toe uiuf scanned Allhea'a fare earnestly. "Isn't she pret ty, Unci* Wilfred? I was frightened to piece* to see you!" she added. "And you are not sorry I came to the wedding, are you? Orandnia said you wouldn't like tt If I came. I had a real tursl* With grandma to come and finally 1 had to run away.” Wilfred wa* silent. A* Ihe child walk ed on before them to the carriage he pressed Althea's hand. "I've good mind to ship her back on the morning train," he whispered. Allhea looked up nt him in ourprls*. "Oh. no; you couldn't do that!’ "Yes. I could. It will do her good to re fuse to uphold her In such disobedience.” "It would be to bard! I love her al ready," said Allhea. "Hhe Is an attractive child, but my fu ture Influence with her la at stake. I shall send her back." "What makes you both so quietT’ ask ed Ttora as they drove afong the country road. "I have decided to ten.l you back la your grandmother In the morning," Wil fred answered, shortly. "Bend me bark!" exclaimed Dorn, and burst out crying. "I knew you were sorry I came, bo* Althea tsn’t. She want* at-." "No. neither of us want a guest at onr wedding whom we hav* not invited,” he replied, coldly “You ought to lavit* ms, then, when I'm your nkoe ami papa gave me to ■you'" "W* are going to have a private wed ding. I supposed you had gained your grandmother's consent to eome down here. In Heal case I should have let you stay, ns It Is, you must go bark tn the morn ing.” "Don't let him send me bark!" Dora pleaded, clinging to Althea "You'll n.ive so do as t'ncl* Wilfred thinks beat." she answered, gently. •"You must stop crying or you can not go on with us tt>-nlght," salcS Wilfred, sternly. "What will you do, pul me out tn eh* road tier* In th* woods?" asked Dora, hoi ly. "No, tak* you hack and put you on lb* * O'clock train and telegraph your grand mother to meet you ” Dora wa* silent for some time. Sud denly she laughed out gaily. "It Is Juat like the story of the I'Hn ce- and the tltant!" nhn exclaimed. Wilfred Joined her laugh. "Ho It tat” he said, "and you know what haptn-ned to Ihe Prince**, Dora?" Hhe turned and threes her arms around hi* neck "You ran eat me up If you want to. I love you Whatever you do. you look ao much like papa!" From that moment Dora seemed to pot her grievance completely out of her mind Hhe we* the life ot the party *ll the evening. “Isn't she an Intereatlng problem. Al thea?" Wilfred Baked, aa th* chlkl sat singing al the piano. "H*l*n lo that votes. Why, I believe she ha* leal talent!” "Yes. she twin to have taken posses sl.wi of ttm house and every on* in It," replied Allhea. Wilfred turned and looked at her keen ly “Yes, I am Jealous," ahe answered hla look. “I thought she would seem more like a tilth- girl, but she Is so large and posi tive she'll take ail our thought; we'll nev er have rch other again." "Oh, dear, I thought It was all eeltled!" he aald. wearily. "I'm thinking of our home, aVd you, not Just of myself," Allhea returned Hhe rose quickly and walk's! out through the o|-n <kior lo tho long pkixsa. Dora raroe dam Ing oul after her. "I wont to walk with you," ahe said, pulling her arm u roil ml Allhea. "Oh, oh, see that dear little |>ath In (he moonlight! Where does It haul tot" "Over to Aunt Roey',” replied Althea, a bantu ly. "T- II me about Aunt Roey." "Why. there I* not much lo tell. Hhe live* alone In that little house Once she hail a dear hunlwnd and a daughter, but they are both dead that la •It." "I* #h* very sorrowful?" “No. Indeed, *hc I* alwaya happy Every one goes to her with the# troubles." "1 guess 111 go lo her with mine," aald Dora with a nigh "You'll soon he with os again," re plied Althea, gently, "and In our own home." "I want to run on that little path," aald , Dora, and she sptang lightly Rom the id.nxa *T*l her go, Althea," Wilfred eald.com- Ing out of the door Juki then. "Wa are not going to begin any eerktu* work until after our honeymoon. It I* too much to think of having a child tike that In our home at first. Come, wa will go and com fort your mother by telling her ah* was right, after all " "Her grandmother will he glad to keep her a few months longer. I'm sure," said Althea. "No, ahe la unhappy thera I shall find some place for her to board. There ehe goes running along the path. Isn't\ehe a graceful, pretty rhlldF' ‘Tome tn, dear," Aunt Roey, answered to Ihe gentle tap at her door. "You don't know who It Is," Dora aald, pushing open the doer. "Ye*. 1 do. 1 saw you coming along the palh." "Oh. what a lovely room!” Dora ex claimed, clasping her hands "It Is the prettiest room I ever #w! What a detr little place to ell and read In that win dow!" Hhe dropped down on a low stool amt looked at Aunt Roey Intently. "100 you know why I came over here?" she asked, ",To sec me, I hop*. I waw Juat think ing of pulling on my bonnet and walk ing over to aee you." "I came to tell you my trouble*." mb! Dors. "Althea aald every one told you • heir troubles. They are going to semi me back to grandma's In the morning, because I ran away to coma to the wel ding I'll never go hack lo grandma's, never! They don’t want me to live with them, and 1 11 hv lo stay there." "Oh. you are mistaken. They do ex pect you to live with them as soon at they are tn their own home." "Rut they don't want me. T felt It right away, amt heard them talk white I wa* tinging, and Althea cried and got up ami went out on the plnxxa." "I am afraid you do not love your grand mother very well," “Oh. I k*va her well enough; but tt'x like living In a graveyard at her home. I waa ao glad I was going to live with Uncle Wilfred. Oh. I wlah I could live here,” ahe aald, looking around. "It Is ao lovely here. 1 never lived where M waa happy and pretty l!ke tbla!” Hitting on Aunt Roey'a lap Dora poured out all the loneliness of her head since she had loaf her father. "There are *om placea where you Juat can't be good or hnppY, no matter how hard you rry," she said at the conclusion of her story. "And you think that you could be good and happy here?" “Yea. I'm sure I could." Dora, wound her arms around Aunt Roey'a neck. "And will you coax them to let me atay to the wedding?" "Do You know my own Util* daughter would have been Juat a year older than vou are If she had lived?" Aunt Roey said,'' holding Dora ckwe to her heart. “Her eyes were brown, llkd yours, but her hnir, I think, was a very little light er." A low whistle was heard In th* dia ls nee. "There la your uncle coming for you. Now. keep perfectly still and I will talk to him." flora ran to tha little* seat tn th* win dow *T*II sit here and not open my tips Oh, oh. doesn't he lo <k like papa coming along that path In th* moonlight!" "1 mv little girl her*?" Wilfred catt ed a* h* came up to the open door. “Yes, she Is bee. She think* she would rather live with me than with you and Althea, and 1 have told her that ah# may." said Aunt Roey. "O, I didn't say that!" xrlnlmed Dora. Wilfred looked from on* to th* other. "Yia, sh* has won my heart, and I am going to keep her tea- a white," Aunt Roey replied "Ask him to let me stay to th* wedding aald Dora Wilfred held oul his hand to h*r, laugh ing "You know that I can not refuse you now I give up at! control of you to Aunt Roey fur a year." "Oh, pleas* don t ssy that!" erted Dora, clinging to him. "I belong to you; I'll go book tf you want me to." "Dear little gtil! no. you may olay." SWW- sto/.1.1'.t ** lemon elixir HKtttLATR* THE LIVER. 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