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AVAR HA LOCK. FOOTL [Copyright, 1S95,

by Mary Hallock Foote.]

Cecil's most frequent refuge was tne wood. Here her restless footsteps were staid slie waded into its rustling hollows, deep in fallen leaves she stood and listened to its stillnesses. Often she would throw herself down, like a bur-

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brown lap, letting her eyes travel upward to the complex tracery of tree stems screening the sky, as a sick child will dully follow the pattern of its mother's dress or the reflections in her bending eyes.

Yet she could be merry at times, when other young voices were near, to catch and repeat the fitful note of gayety in her own. The young voices that sometimes echoed with hers through the wood belonged to two bright faced lads of 12 and 14 years, who appeared to enjoy more liberty than usually falls to the lot of schoolboys. They were the only boarding papils in the family of the minister, who kept a private school in the neighborhood.

By little and little, in odd ways, a shy, wary comradeship had sprung up between this light hearted pair and the lonely girL She took no particular attitude toward them she was not motherly or sisterly or cousinly she was not even invariably friendly. Her mood could not be foretold. Sometimes she would pass them with an abstracted smile for days, perhaps, they would not exchange a wori then an afternoon would find them following, side by side, the obscure highways of the wood, or seated in the shelter of a rock, or on some dry hill slope, munching sweet withered/ chestnuts aud talking idly, wjiiV^ie shadows crept past them b^ ,j,:Lie low sun. •varly stages |flftiieir ac \r

open fields,' "but lmg'ered, Jike sifted ashes, on the brown leaves in the wooded hollows.

One Saturday evening, after sunset, Charley and Bert had kindled a fire against the slope of a rock that walled in one side of a little cove. The shore of the pond, following thetpurves of the hill, formed this miniature bay, where the water, sheltered from wind flaws, froze into a sheet of ice, clearer than that of the open pond. The white, opaque icefield beyond was tinted by a rosy reflection from the western sky. Above the frozen stubble fields the new moon's sickle gleamed. The skaters were leaving the pond. Cecil was too far lost in the enchantment of watching their gypsy fire brighten the edge of twilight to think of the hour, and the boys were not likely to remind her.

They had piled stones to make a seat for her 011 the windward side of the fire. She sat with her back against the rock, her muff extended in one hand to shield her face from the heat. She had a skater's color in her cheeks, but her lowered lashes gave hey eyes a dreamy look. The wood was already a mass of brown shadows. Around the firelit circle of faces the pale tints of the winter landscape were fading. The blush color in the west had changed to a cold blue, in which the now moon gleamed more sharply, but as yet there were no distinct shadows. The white ice shield gathered and diffused the lingering light.

The boys sat at Cecil's feet, feeding the flames with snapping cedar twigs and watching the scattering volleys of sparks. The smoke coils floated off and dispersed among the deepening glooms of the wood.

With this or with that small circumstance different, how different all might have boeu The tborccrbt

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with the agony of an old pain that returns after an interval of rest. She could not recall one moment of absolute happiness that she had ever known through Kilgard, or with him. Their moments together had been clouded by the trouble that was coming to them both, but few and poor as they had been the memory of them was intolerable now.

What was it, after all, she asked herself, that had separated them? No fatality of their past had kept her from him in his extremity. She would have renewed her broken promise at his deathbed, and felt that it was the sacrament of her life. She could think of him no longer as the dim eyed figure she had left prostrate on a sickbed. But were youth and strength and love of life offenses in him for which she held him accountable? Was it not rather her sick faith—her doubt of herself as a positive and vital need to a life already replete? If it were possil^) to believe that wherever he might Te that night he wa3 thinking of her and wanting her! If, indeed, his happiness were in her gift and he should ask it once more at her hands—what would. Would she deny Jjj^| and hers in heaj wrongs hard d/^ P9 fd

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they trod out the sparks and flung tne brands of their fire out upon the ice. "Cecil, let us understand each other now," Hilgard continued. "Did you mean every word in your letter? A woman should not write such a letter as that to a man she does not mean to marry.'' "I told you not to come!" "You may tell that to a sick man. I'm not sick now, I have as good a right to my wife as any man. I have found her and I mean to make her happy.''

Cecil had stopped moving away from his side in the narrow path. "It is too much," she said. "No one could bear this!" "Is my coming too much to bear?" "Your coming—and your going. It is cruel to keep offering me what I cannot take.'' "You shall take it!" Hilgard put his arms around her and held her fast, with her head pressed close against his turbulent heart. "It is not taking it is giving. Will you give me nothing for all my love? Let us end it here—now. This is the only human way!"

But Cecil was not yet at rest. In a moment she drew away from him and listened, with her hands against his breast and her cheek turned toward the faint breeze that blew up from the hollow.

Where are the boys?'' she whispered. The moon hung low over the darkening outline of the hills the dim landscape returned no sound but the rustling of the sere leaves in the aisles of the wood and the slight reverberations of the ice -warping with the night's increasing cold.

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ceive that there was a mystery of previous acquaintance between Hilgard and their girl comrade, and that their company along the wood path was neither missed nor desired. With hasty, boyish resentment they had taken themselves off by another path toward the village. "They have gone back alone," Cecil said, quickly divining her offense against good fellowship. "Won't you go after them and bring them back? No, you needn't come back! Stay with them, please, and make them understand!"

Hilgard laughed, a low excited laugh of insecure triumph. "No, indeed, I won't! The boys will have to wait. They have had their turn.'' "But it is not kind, and they have a right to you—they have not seen you for so long!" "I have some rights myself. They might have seen me if they had told me' you were here. Can't you spare me a little of your kindness for the boys?"

She put up her cheek close to his ben head. "I am afraid to begin—if I oncejf gan to be good to you"—

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Shortness of Breath, Swelling of Legs and Feet. "For about four years I was troubled with palpitation of the heart, shortness of breath and swelling or the legs and feet. At times I would faint. I was treated by the best physicians in Savannah, Ga., with no relief. I then tried various Springs without benefit. Finally, I tried

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also his Nerve and Liver Pills. After beginning to take them I felt better I

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continued taking them and I am now in better healtlTthan for many years. Since my recovery I have gained fifty pounds in weight. I hope this statement may be of value to some poor sufferer."

E. B. SUTTON, Ways Station, Ga.

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wild, soft wind, whose voice they heard in the chimney and in the creaking of vines against the side of the house. "Esther, I wish you would set those flowers in the other room. I hate the scent of stale flowers!" said Mrs. Hartwell. "But these roses axe not faded—jnst look at them, mother I never saw such roses!" "They do not please me. There were no such roses when I was a bride. They are too big and too expensive, like avpTy^hing nowadays. The idea of sendi»g such things to Cecil! They are ^ibout as much like her"— 7 '—vop of Cecil on the empty ^lbow resting in one h|

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