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“bands had dropped mpart, and
time blissfully unconscious of
CHAPTER V.
SENTENCED FOR TWENTY TEARS,
Ser
on his lips,
recoiling as if
she cried
do not
ot
are
his face away from her that.
how much it cost him tospeak these
Beatrice fell om her knees beford
‘o him, in an agony so intense that
might bave inelted with pity for
Walter! Walter! be merciful,
neel here
irom an antorgiven. Dear
me di
excited
on the
an
a home,
in
strangers,
ite” She
wT
the
not you mt
ieet: your Mather,
an
my
was
‘grant
may know dies that
nocent.”
Another moment, and Beatrice had
over the edge of the pier into the dark
(70 BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT}
oo
Musieal Atrum Non 3 will, be presented to
whaler Yeauers of the Fasicy Stony Parga’ fro2
———_+2+—___
Equal to the Occasion.
isthe quaintest
lias ever come
Write "Yes? or ‘No’ at
to him.
up—to
Not Forever.
1 p9 not think hope and love
mnaintis ‘low grave tie '
pon the green hillside—
Td not deet the world leas fai,
yuse my darling died !
reeater element
For now some
Arrafier plory hounts Oreduwins
Like tat upoy, the face!
range mysterious brightness broods
Ma bil-tap, holt and lew
‘as the light that never yet
th shone on lund or tea
Guat levining unite, shat Louetied her face
Tit seer
Tinve to win that rear te year
iat God hath given w rene
hat God hath given a tenderer
To all the overs mae ‘Siow,
Because er gentle fet once irod
hee tangled ways below!
How ik the ne of heaven
The Niverof Lite, whose e every lisp
And mnrnnat isa pray.
Gilles with the ct
ler harmony,
iy iveiw there
ont Toe and Hope, that eannot tire
‘Thro’ all the years to be:
Ont Puitiy thee slines @’stend¢ast star,
e the crystal sent
Somewhere it God's ininitude
Siy daring waits for me!
For Mother's Sak
A HEART f_HISTORY.
By T. W. HANSIEW
t" Ete., Etc,
CHAPTEI
FROM THE SHADOWS OF THE OLD LIFE To THE
OF THE NEW.
taken the step, and to retract Is
abalf.”
upon her heart like an
by his address and her
Ferncastle if
in
from between
it
her face, and her
London without
words again, and
“Tae Tragepy ar Kivaspexx Anney,"*
CH. XXI.
ON THE THRESHOLD OF DARKER MISERIES.
Lord
brusque style, for
and appreciates
him like a knife, and he springs
PAPER Cee
PAPE oR. Ss SoS
f@ passion, “I have
reproach, and
with the doubt, but itis only half dis
CHAPTER XXxIt.
‘THE INQUEST.
Are you acquainted with
‘will do, Stand down, Irene Danton,
Rene, white as the dead, answers
heir of
bro ae conriswxn IN OUR ExT.)
he
“Soinewhers tne wied is blow t
Somienere Dlue mountains kiss the blue bright
MIRTH & MERRIMENT
A Prisoner of Hope. | |
flow'rs aro Srowrng,
‘and sweet: :
And thay clouds like movetess
‘Whore earth and heaven meet
w “No, dear.” with patient
fountain whinpers fay tater
res them—that, though far
today;
fm the street, she
‘inflinghing tan
Have you an
that deudeat
Tenve
wie,
oliey,
‘nat
" but as the world wags
toearn muney enough to
an hourglass thought for a
Tootprints' on the sunds of
unt graduated, who inquired, “8
lace where they pur Wie po
chureh
selasors to
‘want to nd a
pre:
sure way of dropping an
work.