The New England magazine . od looking up at the tallman before her, dazed, as in a trance. Have you forgotten me — Nance? John! The word broke in a little sob. He held her outstretched hand in both hisown. Didnt you know — did nt youguess, that I was Dicks Uncle Jack? Theboy saved my life out in the mines — gaveme something to live for afterwards. Ifought against myself till the last minute,but I had to come to his wedding. Hesmiled wistfully down into her happy wont send me away again, will you,Ann? A bush by the path shook violently asif some hiding animal scurried from n
The New England magazine . od looking up at the tallman before her, dazed, as in a trance. Have you forgotten me — Nance? John! The word broke in a little sob. He held her outstretched hand in both hisown. Didnt you know — did nt youguess, that I was Dicks Uncle Jack? Theboy saved my life out in the mines — gaveme something to live for afterwards. Ifought against myself till the last minute,but I had to come to his wedding. Hesmiled wistfully down into her happy wont send me away again, will you,Ann? A bush by the path shook violently asif some hiding animal scurried from no one saw the beaming florid face thatstole one last look over the ample shoulderof a plump figure hurrying up the hill. Half an hour later Amelia entered thelittle room of the Hillsboro post-office. Debbie Cruthers, she panted, givingthe astonished postmistress a rapturoushug, dont you ever worry again over theLords china — if you give him time enoughhell mend even a nick. THE GARDEN UNMASKED By FRANK FROST ABBOTT. ANE and I cultivate a gardenin a little New England have done so for severalvears. She goes in for flowers,and I for vegetables. As soonas the hedgehog has come out of his winterquarters to make his annual prediction ofthe spring weather we bring out our lastvears seed-catalogues, get new ones forthe coming year, and sit in the chimney-corner planting our garden. Its gloriousfun. If the dahlias, the phlox, and the celerywhich we have just set out dont please ourfancy, we have them up in the twinkling ofan eve, and put hollyhocks, larkspur, andparsley in their stead. Have you ever no-ticed what luscious and alliterative namesthe vegetable men and florists choose fortheir wares? Who could resist the Cooland Crisp Cucumber, the BountifulBean, the Salvia Splendens, or theWhite Cob Corey Corn? Every newexcursion through the seed-list brings tolight some new treasure. In one of his brief addresses Lord Rose-bery has told us that his favorite amuse-ment
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