THE SCRANTON TRIBUNJFRIDAY, MAY 6, 189&. B' i IJ The Curate of Poltons. GV ANTHONY HOPE. I must confess at once that nt first, at least. I very much admired the cur ate. I urn not referring to my admira tion of Ills fine fleure six feet high and straight as an arrow nor of his handsome, open, Ingenuous counte nance, or his candid blue eye, or his thick rurly hair. No; what won my heart from an early period of my visit to my cousins, the Poltons, of Polton Park, was the fervent, undisguised, un ashamed, confident and altogether matter-of-course manner In which he made love to Miss Beatrice Quecnborough, .only daughter and heiress of the wealthy shipowner, Sir Wagstaff Queenborough, Part; nnd Kleanor, his wife. It was purely the manner of the curate's advances that took my fancy; In the mere fact of them there was nothing remarkable. For all the men In the house (and a good many outside) made covert, stealthv and Indirect steps In the samo direction; for Tilx (as her friends called her) was, If not wise, at least pretty and witty, dis playing to the material eye a charming flgure.nnd to the mental a delicate hear heartlossness- both attributes which challenge a self-respecting man's best efforts. Cut then came the fatal obsta cle. From heiress In reason a gentleman need neither shrink nor let himself be driven; but when It comes to some thing like twenty thousand a year the reported amount of Trlx's dot ho distrusts his own motives almost as much as the lady's iclatlves distrust them for him. We all felt this Stan ton, Itlppleby and I; and, although I will not swear that we spoke no tender words and gave no meaning glances, yet we reduced such concessions to nat ural weakness to a minimum, not only when Lady Queenborough was by, but nt all times. To say truth, we had no desire to see our scalps nfllxcd to Mls Trlx's pretty belt, nor to have our hearts broken (like that of the' young man In the poem) before she went to Homburg In the autumn. With the curate It was otherwise. Ho Jack Ives, by the way, was his name appeared to rush, notf mly upon his fate, but in the face of all possibility nnd of Lady Queenborough. My cousin nnd hostess, Dora Polton, was very much distressed about him. She said that he was such a nice young fellow, and that It was a great pity to see him preparing buch unhappiness for him self. Nay. I happen to know that she spoke very seriously to Trlx, pointed out the wickedness of trifling with him, wheieupon Tilx. who maintained a bowing acquaintance with her con fidence, nvolded him for a whole after noon and endangered all Algy Stan ton's prudent resolutions by taking him out In the Canadian canoe. This dem onstration in no way perturbed the cur ote. He observed that, as there was nothing better to do, we might as well play billiards, and proceeded to defeat me in three games of a hundred up (no, it Is quite immatciial whether we plaed for anything or not), ufter which he told Dora that the lcar was taking the evening service It hapened to be the day when there was one at the palish church a piece oftnforniatIon only relevant In so far as It suggested that Mr. Ives could accept an invita tion to dinner If one weie proffered him. Doia, very weakly, rose to the bait; Jack Ives airily temarklug that there was no use In ceremony among friends, seized the place net to Trlx at dinner (her mother was just opposite) and walked on the teir.ice after dinner with her in the moonlight. When the ladles letlred he came into the Mnoking room, drank a whisky and soda, said that Miss Queenborough was leally a very charming companion, and apologized for lealng us early on the ground that his scimon was still unwilttcn. My good cousin, the 'Squlie, suggested lather giimly that a dKoouisc on the vanity of human wishes might be ap propriate. "I shall pieach." said Mr. Tves, thoughtfully, "on the opportunities of wealth." This resolution 1 cairled out on tho next day but one, that being a Sunday. I had the pkasuie of sitting next to Miss Trlx, and I watched her with sonw Interest ns Mr. Ives developed his theme. I will not try to reproduce tho sermon, which would have seemed by no means a bad one, had any of our party been able to Ignore the pprsonul application which wo read into it; for Its main burden was no other than this that wealth should be ued by those who weie fortunate enough to possess It (hero Trlx looked down and tldgeted with her praver-book) as a mans of promoting gi eater union between themselves and the less richly-endowed, and not as,, alas, had tco often been thp case as though 't were a new bariler s,ct up between them and their fellow-cxeatures (Heie Miss Trlx blushed sllghtl, and had recourse to her Emelllng-bottle). "You," said the curate, waxing rhetorical ns he ad dressed an Imoglnary, but bloated, cap italist, "have no more light to your money than I have. It Is entrusted to you to bo shared with me." .t thli point I heard Lady Queenhoiough sniff, and Algy Stanton snigger. I stole a glance at Tilx and detected a slight waver In the admirable linos of her mouth. "A very good sermon, didn't you think?" I said to her as we walked home. "Oh, very," she replied demurely. "Ah, If we followed all we heard In church," I blghed. Miss Tilx walked In sllenc" for a few yards. By dint of never becoming anything else, we had become eiy good friends; and presently she re marked, quite confidentially: "He's very silly, Isn't he?" "Then you ought to snub him," said I severely. "So I do sometimes. He's rather amusing, though." "Of course, If you're prepared to make tho sacrifice Involved--" "Oh, what nonsense!" "Then you've no buMness to amuse yourself with him." "Dear, dear! how moral you are!" said Trlx. The next development In the situa tion was this: My cousin Dora receiv ed a letter from the Marquis of New haven, with whom she was acquainted, praying her to allow him to run down to Poltons for a few days, he remind ed hsr that she had once given him a general Invitation; If It would not be Inconvenient and so forth. The mean ing of this communication did nut, of course, escape my cousin, who had wit nested the writer's attention to Trlx In the preceding season, nor did It ep tape the rest of us (who had talked over the sad attentions at the club) when she told us about It, and 'an nounced that Lord Nwhnven would arrive lu the middle of the next day, Tilx affected dense unconsciousness; hfr mother allowed herself a myster ious smile which, however, speedily vunlshert when the curate (ho was tak ing lunch with us) observed In a cheer ful tone: "Newhavenl oh, I remember the chap at the House plowed twice In Smalls stumpy fellow, Isn't ho? Not a bad chap, though, you know, barring his looks. I'm glad he's coming." "Vou won't bo soon, young man," Lady Queenborough's angry eye seem ed to say. "I remember him," pursued Jack, "awfully smitten with a tobacconist's daughter In the Coin oh, It's all right, Lady Queenborough she wouldn't look at him," This quasl-apology was called forth by the fact of Lady Queensborough pushing back her chair and mnklng for the door. It did not at all appease her to hear tho scorn of tho tobaccon ist's daughter. She glared sternly at Jack and disappeared. He turned to Trlx and reminded her without dlfu dencc nnd coram populo, ns his habit was, that she had promised him a stroll In the west wood. What happened on that stroll I do not know; but meeting Mls3 Trlx on the stairs later In tho afternoon, I ventured to remark: "I hope you broke It to hlin gently, Miss Queenborough?" "I don't know what you mean, re plied Trlx, haughtily. "You weie out nearly two hours," said I. "Were we?" asked Trlx with a start. Good gracious! Where was momma, Mr. Wayne?" "On tho lawn watch In hand." Miss Tilx went slowly up stairs, and there Is not the least doubt that some thing serious passed between her and her mother, for both of them were In the most atrocious of humors that evening; fortunately, the curate was not there. He had a Bible class. The next day Lord Ncwhaven ar rived. I found him on tho lawn when I strolled up, after a spell of letter writing, about 4 o'clock. Lawn ten nis was the order of the day and wo were all In flannels. "Oh, here's Mark," cried Dora, see ing me. "Now Mark, iou and Mr. Ives had better play against Trlx and Lord New haven. That'll make a very good set." "No, no, Mrs Polton," said Jack Ives. "They wouldn't have a chance. Look here, I'll play with Miss Queenborough against Lord Newhaven and Wynne." Newhaven w hose appearance, by the way, though hardly distinguished, was not quite so ornamental as the curate had led us to expect looked slightly displeased, but Jack gave hlni no time for remonstiance. Ho whisked Trlx off and began to serve all In a moment. 1 had a vision of Lady Queen hoiough appioachlng from the house with face aghast They went on; and, owing entirely to New haven's absuid chivalry In .sending nil the balls to Jack Ies instead of following the well known maxim to "pound away at the lady," they beat us. Jack wiped his brow, walked up to the tea table with TiIn, and remarked in exultant tones: 'Wo make a peifect couple, Miss Queenborough, we ought never to be separated." Dora did not ask the cuiate to din ner that night, but he diopped In about P o'clock to ask her opinion as to the hymns on Sundav , and lindlng Trlx and Newhaven In tho small drawing room, he sat down and talked to them This was too much for Trlx; she had tie.itud him very kindly and had al lowed him to araiifo her: but It was Impossible to put up with presumption of that kind Difficult ns It was to discourage Mr. Ives, she did It, and he went away with a disconsolate, piu zled expression. At the last moment, however, Trlx so far jelented as to ex press a hope that he was coining to tennis tomorrow, at which he biight ened up a little. I do not wish to be unchai liable least of all to a charm ing young lady but my opinion Is that Miss Trlx did not wish to set the curato entltely adilft. I think, how ever, that Lady Queenborough must have spoken again, for when Jack did come to tennis, Trlx treated him with most fieezlng civility and hardly-dls-gulsed dldaln, and devoted heiself to Lord Newhaven with as much assiduity as her mother could wish. We men, over our pipes, expiessed the opinion that Jack Ives' little hour of sun shine was passed, and that nothing was left to us but to look on at the prohpeious, uneventful couise of Lord New haven's wooing. Tilx had had her fun (so Agly bluntly phrased It) and would now settle down to business. "I believe, though," he added, "that Bhe likes the curate a bit, you know." During the whole of the next day Wednesday Jack Ives kept away; he had, apparently, accepted the Inevit able and was healing his wounded heait b sti kt attention to his paro chial dutp.- Newhaven lemarked on his absem e with an air of tellef, and Miss Trlx treated it as a matter of no Importance; Lady Queenborough was nil smiles, and Dora Polton restricted herself by exclaiming as I sat by her at tea, In a low tone and apropos of nothing In paiticular: "Oh, well poor Mr. Ives!" Hut on Thursday there occurred an event, the significance of which passed at the moment unpercelved, but which had, In fact, most Important results. This was no other than the arrival of little Mis. Went wot tli, an Intimate friend of Dora's Mis Wentworth had been left a widow early In life; the possessed a comfortable compe tence; she was not handsome, but she was iacloub, amusing, and, above till, sympathetic. She sympathized at once with Lady Queenborough In her maternal anxieties, with Trlx on her chaimlng romauce, with Newhaven on his sweet devotedness, with tho rest of us In our obvious desolation and, after a confidential chat with Dora, she sympathized most strongly with poor Mr. Ives on hl unfortunate at tachment. Nothing would satisfy her, to Dora told me, except tho oppor tunity of plying Mr. Ives with her soothing balm, and Dora was about to dt down and write hlni a note, when ho strolled in through the drawing-room window, and announced that his cook's mother was 111, nnd that he would be very much obliged If Mrs. Polton would give him some din ner that evening. Trlx and Newhaven happened to enter by tho door at the some moment, and Jack darted up to them, and shook hands with the great est effusion. Ho had evidently burled all unklndness and with It, wo hoped, his mistaken folly. However that might be, ho made no effort to en gross Trlx, but took his seat most docilely by his hostess and she, of course, Introduced him to Mrs. Went worth. Ills behavior was, In fact, so exemplary that even Lady Queenbor ough relaxed her severity and conde scended to cross-examine him on tho morals nnd manners of tho old women of tho parish. "Oh tho vicars look after them," said Jack and he turned to Mrs. Wentworth again. There can be no doubt that Mrs. Wentworth had n remarkable power of sympathy. I took her In to dinner, and sho was deep In the subject of my "noblo nnd inspiring nrt" before the soup was off the tnble. Indeed, I'm suro that my fife's ambitions would havo been an open book to her by the time that the joint arrived had not Jack Ives, who was sitting on tho lady's other side, cut Into tho conver sation Just as Mrs. Wentworth was comparing my early struggles with those of Mr. Carlyle. After this In tervention of Jack's I had not a chance. I ate my dinner without tho sauce of sympathy, substituting for It a cer tain amusement which I derived from studying the face of Miss Trlx Queen borough, who was placed on the other side of tho table. And if Trlx did look now and again at Mrs. Wentworth and Jack Ives, I ennnot say that her con duct was unnatural. To tell tho truth, Jack was so obviously delighted with his now friend that It was quite pleas antand, ns I, say, under the circum stances, rather amusing to watch them. Wo felt that tho squire was Justified In having n hit at Jack when Jack said, In the smoking-room, that he found himself lather at a loss for a subject for his next sermon. "What do you say," suggested my cousin, puffing at his pipe, "to taking constancy as your next text?" Jack considered tho Idea for a mo ment, but then shook his head. "No. I think," ho said, reflectively, "that I shall preach on the Doner of sympathy." That sermon afforded mo I must con fess It, nt tho risk of seeming frivolous very great entertainment. Again I Pecurcd a place by Miss Trlx on her left, Ncwhaven being on her right, and her face was worth study when Jack Ives gave us a most eloquent descrip tion of the wonderful gift In question. It was, ho said, the essence and the crown of true womanliness, and It showed Itself well, to put It quite plainly, it showed Itself, according to Jack Ives, In exactly that sort of man ner and bearing which so honorably and gracefully distinguished Mrs. Wentworth. The lady was not, of course, named, but she was clearly In dicated. "Your gift, your precious gift," ciled the curate, apostrophizing tho Impersonation of sympathy, "Is given to you. not for your proflt.but for mine. It Is youis, but It Is a trust to be used for me. It Is yours. In fact, to be shared with me." At this climax, which must have struck upon her ear with a certain familiarity, Miss Trl Queenborough, notwithstanding the place and occasion, tosbed her pretty head and whispered to me, "What hor rid stuff!" In the ensuing week Jack Ives was our constant companion; the continued Illness of his seivant's mother left hlin stranded, and Dora's kind heart at once offered him the hospitality of her roof. For my part I was glad, for tho little drama which now began was not with out Its Interest It was a pleasant change to see Jack genially polite to Trlx Queenborough, but quite Indlffei ent to her piesence or absence, and content to allow her to take Newhaven for her paitner at tennis as often ns she pleased He himself was often an absentee fioni our games. Mib, Went worth did not play, and Jack would sit under the trees with her, ior take lmr out in the canoe. What Trlx thought I did not know, but It Is a fact that she tieated poor Newhaven like din be neath her feet, uud that Ladv Queen- borough's face began to lo-e its tian slently pleasant expiesslon. I had a vague Idea that a letrlbutlon was woik Ing Itself out, and disposed mv&elf to see tho piocess with all the complacency Induced by the spectacle of otheis ie celvlng punishment for their sins. A little scene which occuned after lunch one day was significant. I was sitting on the terrace, teady booted and breeched, waiting for my horse to be brought lound. Tilx came out and sat down by me. "Wheie's Newhaven"'" I asked. "Oh, I don't always want Loid New haven," she exclaimed, petulantly; "I sent him off for a walk I'm going out In the Canadian canoe with Mr. Ives." "Oh, you aie, ate ou?" said I, hinll lug. As I spoke Jack Ives ran up to us. "I say, Miss Queenborough," he ciled, "I've Just got onr message saying you'd let me take you on the lake." "Is It a great boie?" asked Trlx, with a glance a glance that meant mis chief. "I should like It awfully, of course," said Jack; "but the fact Is I've piom Ised to take Mis Wentworth before I got your message, you know." Trlx drew heiself up. "Of course. If Mis Wentworth " she began. "I'm eiy souy," said Jack. Then Miss Queenboiough, forgetting as I hope or choosing to disregard my presence, leaned forwaid and asked In her most coaxing tones: "Don't you ever forget a ptomlse, Mr. Ives?" Jack looked at her. I suppose her dainty prettlness struck him afresh, for he wavered anil hesitated, 'She's gone upslalib," puisued the tempter, "and we shall be safe away befoio bhe conies down again." Jack shuffled with one foot on the gravel. "I tell you what," ho said, "111 ask her If she minds me taking you for a little while before I " I believe he really thought that ho had hit upon a compromise ratisfac tory to all parties. If so, ho was speed ily undeceived. Trlx Hushed red and answered, angrily: "Pray don't trouble. I don't want to go." "Pel haps afterwards you might," suggested the curate, but now rather timidly. "I'm going out with Lord Newhav en," said she. And she added in an access of uncontrollable annoyance, "Go, please go. I I don't want you." Jack sheered off, with a look of puz zled shamefacedness. Ho disappeared Into the house. Nothing ptisred be. tween Miss Trlx nnd myself A mo ment later Newhaven came out. "Why, Miss Queenborough," said he, In apparent uurprlse, "Ives Is going with Mrs. Wentworth In the canoe!" In an Instant I saw what she had done. In rash presumption sho had told Newhaven that she was going with the curate nnd now the curate had refused to take her and Ives had mot him In search of Mis. Wentworth. What could she do' Well, bhe rose or fell to tho occasion, lu the coldest of voices, sho sild. "I thought you'd gone for your walk." "I was just Btartlng," ho answered, apologetically, "when I met Ives. Hut, ns you weten't going with him " Ho paused, an Inquiring look In his eyea. He waa evidently asking himself why Bhe had not gono with the curate. "I'd rather bo left alone, If you don't mind," she said. And then, flushing red again, she added' "1 changed my mind nnd refused to go- with Mr. Ios. So he went off to sot Mrs. Wentworth Instead." 1 started. Ncwhaven looked nt her for an Instant, and then turned on his heel. Sho turned to me, quick as light ning, and with her face nit aflame, ' If you tell I'll never speak to you again," sho whispered. After thlg there was silence for some minutes. "Well?" she said, without looking at me. "I have no remark to offer, Miss Quei-nborougli," I returned. "I suppose that was a lie, wasn't M" sho asked, defiantly. "It's not my business to say what It was," was my discreet answer. "1 know what jou'io thinking," "t wus thinking " said 1, "which 1 would rather bo-tho man you will murry or the man you would liko " "How daro you? It's not true. Oh, Mr. Wynne, indeed Ifs not true." Whether it wero ttuo or not I did not know. Hut If. It had been Miss 1'rlx Queenborough might huvo been uxpected to act very much In the way In which sho procecdod to act, that Is to say, to bo extravagantly nttcrtllvo to Lord Now- hucn when Jack Ives was present, and markedly ncckctful of hlin In tho cur ato'a absence. It also titled lu very well with tho theory which I had ventured to hint that her bearing towaida Mrs. Wont wurth whs distinguished by a statcl) civility, and her remarks ubout that lady bj a superfluity of laudation; for It these bo not two distinguishing murks of ilv. airy lu tho well, bred, I must go buck to my favorito books and learn irom them moro folly. And If Trlx'B manners wcio nil that they should be, praise no less high must bo accorded to Mrs. Went worth, sho attained an ultltudo of ad mlrablo unconsciousness, and conducted her flirtation (tho poverty of lauguago lorco mo to tho word, but It Is ovor nip. pant) with the curate lu a staid, quusl matcrnul wav. Sho called him u delight ful lio, and bald that sho was Intensely Interested In all his alms und hopes. "What does sho want'" 1 usked Dora, despairingly. "She enn t want to marry him." 1 was rofcirlng to Trlx Queenboi ough, not to Mrs. Wentworth. "(iood gracious, no!' answered Don, Irritably. "It's simple Jealousy, hliu won't let tho poor boy alono 'till no's In luc with her again. It s a horrible shame'" "Oh, well, he has great rccuperatlvo power," said 1. "She'd better he careful, though. Its ery dangerous game. How do you sup pose Lord Ncwhaven likes It?" Accident gao mo that ery day a. hint how lltllo Lord Newhaven liked It, und a glimpso of tho rMt Miss Trlx was run ning, loitering tho library suddenly, I heard Now ha en's olce raised ubovo his ordinal y tones. "1 won t stand 11," he was declaring. "I nccr know how she'll treat mo from one minute to tho next." My entrance, of course, stopped the comeisatlon eiv abruptly. Nowhinen had tame to u stand in tho middlo of tho loom, und Lady Queenborough sat on the sofa, withdrawing myself us lap Idly us possible, 1 argued the probability of a seveio lcctuio for Miss Trlx, ending lnacomm.indto tiy hei noble suitor's pa tience no longer. 1 hope all this happcmi, for 1, not seeing why Mrs. Wentwoith should monopolize the grace of sympa thy, took the liberty of extending mine to Newhaven. Ho was ceilatulv In love with Tilx, not with her money, and the tu'dtment he underwent must hae been us trying to his feelings as It was Bull ing to Ids pride .My sympathy wus not picmatmo, for Miss Tilx's fascinations which were in dubitably great, began to havo their rf. led. Tile seme about the canoe was re enacted, but with a diffeient dcnoucnio it This timo tho ptomlsy was forgotten, und tlio widow forsaken. Then Mis. Went woith put on her urmor We had, in fact, readied this ery nbsuid situation, that tlic'-u two ladles wero contending lor tho lavors ot or tho domination over, such mi nb'-ciiic, poverty -stiickeii, hope lessly Ineligible pet son as the em ale of Poltons undoubtedly was. The position scmed to me then, and still seems, ti In Uiiuto some ictnarkable qualities In that young man. At lust Newhaven mado a move. At breakfast on Wednesday morning he an nounced that, reluctant as ho should be to leave Poltons Park, ho was duo at his mint's placo. in Kent, on Satuiday even ing, uud must, theiefore, make his ur lungements to leuvo by noon on that day. uiio slBiiilicanee was apparent. Had he come, down to breakfast with "Now or Never!" stamped in ileiy letters ucro'-s his blow, It would have been more ob tiuslve, indeed, but not a whit plainer. We all looked down at our plate", ex cept Jack Ives. He flung ono glance (I saw It out of the corner of my left eye) ut Newhaven, another at Tri; then ho lemurked kindly: "We shall bo uncommonly souy to lose you, Newhaven." Uveitis began to 'happen now, and I will tell them as well as 1 um able, sup plementing my own knowledge by whit 1 learned afterwards fiom Doia she hav ing learned It from the actois lu tho scene. In suite of the solemn warning conveyed In New havens Intimation, Trlx, gieiilly dating, went olf imme diately after lunch for wlial she descilbed us "a long iambic" with .Mi. Ives. Thero Was, indeed, the excuse or an old wo man at the end of the i amble, and Trlx piovlded Jack with a small basket of comloits lor the useful old body; but the nimble wus, we felt, tho thing, and I was much annoyed ut not being able to accompany tho wulkeis in tho cloak of darkness. Indeed, It wus half-past 10 beforo Trlx, ulone, walked up the drive. Newhaven, a solitary tlguio, paced up nnd down the, terrace fronting the drive. Tilx. came on, her head thrown back and a steady 3tnilo on her lips. Sho saw New haven; he stood looking at her foi u mo ment with what she u,ftei wards described as an indescribable smile on his face, but not, us Dora understood from her, by any means a pleasant one. Yet, if not pleasant, there Is not tho least doubt In tho world that It was highly signifi cant, for she cried out nervously "Why aie you looking ui mo like that- What's the matter?" Ncwhaven, still b.iyln.j nothing, tinned his back on her and made us If he would walk Into thd house and leave, her thero, ignoicd. discarded, dcr.e with. She, real izing the crisis which had come, forget ting everything except tho imminent dan ger of losing him onco tor all, without time fur long explanation or any rouni about seductions, ran foiward, laying her hind In his arm and blurting out- "Hut I've refused hlin." 1 do not know what Newhaven thinks now. but I sometimes doubt whether ho would not huvo been wiser to shuKe off tho detaining hand and pursue his lonely way, llrst Into tho house, and ultimately to his aunt's. Hut (to bay nothing ot the twenty thousand u year, which, after all, and be you as romantlo as you may pleaso to be, Is not a thing to bo sneezed lit) Trlx's face, Its mingled eagerness and shame. Its flushed checks and ehtnglug eyes, tho piquancy of Its unwonted hu mility, overcamo him. He stopped dead. "I I was obliged to give him an an opportunity," said Miss Trlx, having tho grace to stumble a httlo In her speech. "And and It's ull your fault." The war was thus, by happy audacity, curried Into New haven's own quarters. "My fault?" ho exclaimed. "My fault that you walk all day with that curate!" Then Miss Trlx and let no Irrelevant considerations mar the appreciation of lino acting dropped her eyes and mur mured softly: "I I was so terribly afraid of seeming to expect you." Wherewith sho (and not he) ran away, lightly, up tho stairs, turning just one glancu dounwaids us she reached tho lundlng. Newhaven was looking up from JONAS LONG'S SONS. JONAS LONG'S SONS. JONAS LONG'S SONS. 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Amongst the many others may be found cashmere, drap de ete, storm serges, cheviots, fine checks, plaids, etc., etc. The values range from 29c to 39c. On Friday, from 10 Az-r a. m., we will sell at, per yard.. " Ladies' Wrappers. An elegant Percale Wrapper, Mother Hubbard yoke, lined, good white cotton to waist, full AQsv skirt. Special irVC Children's Dresses. Children's lawn percale and ging ham dresses, trimmed Hamburg and ruffles; full size, to fit one to a Qp six years "" Children's Reefers. 7 Children's Reefers in all the new popular shades. Handsomely trimmed and finished. Sizes 6 to 12 years. They are regularly sold at $2.50 i Cq to 4.00. Fi iday 's price 1 J x Basement Things. 10-quait Agate Preserving e Kettles, sells, at 49c. To go at '' 10-quait Agate Dish Pans, Crr sells at 39c. To go at AJs 6-quait Covered Cooking Cr Kettles, sells at 49c. To go at 2 and 3-quart Tea and OC-r Coffee Pots, sells at 39c. For &" 10-quart Water Pails, sells 'J c, at 49c. To go at 4 and 6-quart Agate Pudding Pans, worth 29c, 35c, 44c. To cr Children's Hats. Children's trimmed Leghorns, trimmed with beautiful wreaths of flowers, white, pink, blue and red, chiffon sea mull, forget-me-nots, lilies of the valley and daisies. These are fully trimmed and a big bar- AQsj gain; fully worth 98c "" Ladies' Sailors. Ladies' rough and ready Sailors satin braid, with blue and black band of ribbon, worth 50c. hor hn- iQr day only OV Good Groceries Friday. Salmon, 3 cans for Rolled Oats, 3 pkgs for Cream Biscuit, 5 pkgs for ffm Full Cream Cheese, 2 lb. for.. . Shepps' Cocoanut, lb Zj Sardines, imported, 3 cans for.. bmJ Prepared Buckwheat, 3 pkgs.. Fine Ribbons. Checks and Plaid Ribbons, 4 inches wide. No. 60 and 80. black A Also plain Taffettas, All colors and Q, Wash Goods. We place on sale Friday only 75 pieces i2c and 15c qualities fine printed Batistes and Muslinets. These are the IDEAL fabrics for shirt, waists and summer dresses, and come in a llllc vuuciy ui awiijca aim Ll-r vfi Friday only 2 J a figures goat brass Friday Fine Pictures. Picture 9x12 white frame and 49C- 34c cot ners, worth Bed Ticking. 600 yards good quality Striped Bed Ticking, worth 10c yd every- A3r d where. Here on Friday only 4 s Crash Toweling. 1,800 yds heavy quality, red bor dered Brown Crash Towel ing, worth 50c. All you Jr rf want Friday at 4 ya Jonas Lonjr's Sons a hcluw with an "enchanted ' smile tho word Is Tilx's own, I should probably havo used a different one. Was then the curate of Poltons uttcily defeated brought to his knees, only to bo spurned? It seemed so, and ho catno down to dinner that night with a sub dued and melancholy expicsslun. Trlx, on tho other hand, u billllant and talkative to tho last decree, and the iruy cty spread from her all around tho table, leaving untouched only tho rejected lover and Mrs. Wentworth, lor tho Inst named lady, true to her distinguishing quallt), had begun to talk to poor Jack Ives in low, soothing tones. Afur dinner Trlx was not visible; but tho door of tho little boudoir beyond stood half open, and very soon Kewhav"n edged his way through. Almafet at the F.uno moment Jack Ives and Mrs, Went worth passed out of tho window and bo Kan to walk up and down the gravel. No body but myself appeared to notice those rcmarkablo occurrences, hut I watched them with keen Interest. Half an hour passed and then thero smoto on my watchful car, tho sound or a low laugh from the boudoir It vas followed al most immediately by a i Hanger bound from the gravel walk Thin, nil lu u moment, two things happened Tho bou don dooi opened, nnd Tilx, followed by Ncwhaven, ctime In smiling, from .the window enteitd Jink Ivis and Mr. Wentwoith. My eyes were on tho curate, lie gave ono bilddeii, comprehending glanco towards the other couplo, th'ii he took the widow's hand, led her up to Dorn, and said, lu low jet penctiatlng tones: "Will jou wish us Joy, Mrs. Polton?" The Squire, Itlppiebj, and Algy Stan ton weio 'round them In nil Instant. I kept my placo watching now the faco of Trlx Queenborough. Sho turned Hist red, then very pale. I saw her turn to New haven and speak one or two Imperatlvo words to him. Then, drawing herself up to her full height elm rossed tho room to -vhero tho group wero assembled 'round Mrs. Wentworfth nnd Jack Ives, "What's tho matter? Whut aro oa saying?" sho naked, Mrs, Wcntworth'H oyes were modestly cast down, but a BmUoUc4 'ipwvi.iitc mouth No 0110 spoko for u moment. Then Jack Ives tald. "Mrs. Wentworth has promised to be my wife, Miss Queenliorough. Tor a moment, hardly peiceptlble, Trlx hesitated, then, with tho most whining, touching, sweetest unties lu tho world, Eho said: "So jou tcok my mlvlcp, nnd our after noon walk was not wasted ufter all?" Mis. Polton Is not used to theso fins flights of dlplumac) ; she had hiard be foio dinner something of what had ac tually haprened lu thn afternoon; an I tho simple woman positively Jumped. Jack Ives met Trlx's scorniul eyes full and suunre. "Not nt all wasted" said ho with ft smile. "Not only has It shown mo where my trim happiness lies, but It has nUo given mo n Juster Idea of tho value and hlncerlty of our rcgaid for me, Miss Queenborough," "It Is as real, Mr. Ives, as It Is sin cere," said she. "It Is like yourself, Miss Queenbor , LConUmied oa Pago W.J
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