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 A CAST FOR FO RTUNE. By Chsistian Reid, in " LoBOioofiT'ti IfAOAZcni" CHAPTER. IX. When Derwent opened his (syes the nex* moining, bars of golden simahine were lyinj on the red tiles of the floor, and RainoD stood by his bedside, bearing the cofifee tc which he always looked forward as a dis- tinct pleasure. His shoulder was less pain- ful, and the recollection that he was to spend an indefinite time amid these charm- ing surroundings was invigorating as a tonic. To the "Bvenoa dias, mnor. Cotiw eata UOed?" of Ramon, he answered "Muy bueno, gracias," with so much emphasis that ihe face of the attendant lighted up with a bright smile, and he said, Bueno I bveno ' with an air of commendation, as he set the tray down. A little later, after the doctor had paid his visit, and had also said "Bvenor' ap- provingly over the progress of the shoulder, Ramon came in and announced that d padre desired to see the senor. "Beg him to enter, " said Derwent, who had been very much pleased by the gentle, refined face of the priest. He anticipated an agreeable visit, in^which he could ask much concerning the country of one intimately acquainted with its inner life but he was by no means pre- pared for the errand on which it soon trans- pired that Padre Francisco had come. "Dona Zarifa," said the priest, after all due inquiries had been made, "thinks that perhaps you are strong enough now for a little out-door exercise, and that you may like to see something of the hacienda,â€" at least of the portion which lies immediately around the casa grande. If you care to go, she and I will be happy for you to accom- pany us on our usual morning round." "I shall be delighted," answered Der- went. A man of another stamp might have been disappointed that he was not to have a tete-a-tete with his fair hostess, but Derwent was hot only too much a man of the world to have expected such a thing m a country with the customs of Continental Europe, but he really did not desire it. He had nothing to say to Dona Zarifa that the whole world might not hear and he was very sure that the society of the padre would in no degree detract from his enjoyment of her companionship. They found her in the court when they came out, standing under the shade of one of the Moorish arches, dressed as Derwent had seen her first, in black, and draped with lacs, which she wore in the graceful Spanish fashion over her head. 8he gave him her hand, asked how he was feeling, and if he was sure that a walk would not fatigue him. " You must promise," she said, "that you will let us know as soon as you feel the least weary. Now, padre mio, I think we" are ready. " They passed through the wide, vaulted passage, paved as a.poriecochere, which led to the front of the house, and out into the arcade, which ran the length of the long building, and the arches of which framed in a succession of pictures the magnificent ex- panse of the plain. Derwent now saw fully, for the first time, the commanding position of the house. Standing on a wide, level eminence, which on one side rolled gently down to the spread- ing table-land, it was enclosed on the other by hills, covered with verdure, behind which ros^ the high crests of greater heights, that curving around in the arc of a half-circle, lay in splendid masses of blue and purple on, each side of the mesa, â€" their farthest point forty or fifty miles distant, but looking much nearer in the clear atmosphere. " What a glorious view " he exclaimed. "No wonder, senorita, that you like a place which charms you with such pictures al- ways before your eyes " " You should see it during the rainy season, senor," she answered, smiling, "when all the plain before us is carpeted with flowers, â€" myriads of every kind and color. It is for this reason that the ha- cienda is called Miraflores. " " ' See the Flowers ' " said Padre Francis- co, translating. "Mexicans are fond of fanciful names. " "I should rather call them poetical," said Derwent. " But this place deserves its name doubly for what beautiful gardens " It was the park-like pleasance of which he had already had a glimpse from his window, and which now spread before him in all its loveliness, with shadowy vistas where great trees met overhead in an arch of shade, stretches of green turf, par- terres bright with flower's, tropical shrubs loaded with bloom, and small gurgling streams, directed into channels here and there for the irrigation which made this paradise possible. Turning to the priest, Dona Zarifa said, â€" " Shall we take Senor Derwent through the garden first, padre miot â€" or will it detain you too long V " By all means let us show him the Can- ada," the padre replied. " Miraflores has many beauties, but I think that is chief. And he may not be able to go further with us." " I feel as strong as possible," Derwent protested. " But if Miraflores contains any- thing more beautiful than I have already seen, I beg to be introduced to it at once." " Come, then," said Zarifa, smiling. She had o{ened a large white parasol lined with rose-color, the reflection of which threw a soft pink glow over her delicate, ivory -like face, and as she walked by his side, with her spirited head held aloft, and her firm, free step, â€" the true step of a Mexican woman, â€" Derwent could not but think how little there was of the conventional languor- ous, tropical type about her. There was nothing seductive in the glances-of the dark proud eyes. Diana herself could not have suggested more strongly vestal purity and perfect physical vigor in every movement while her manner wae a perfect blending of simplicity and dignity. He likened her bgain in his thoughts to a young princesa â€" wno, realizing in every act and word the full meaning of the noble old motto. Noblesse oblige, had yet under all her gentle gracious- ness the ineradicable pride of uooil and birth and the fiery spirits of a warlike race. It was Padre Francisco who talked most, answering Derwent's question about the country, as they walked down the beautiful avenues that led toward the hills which rose sheer and green before them. Presently they entered a path. overshaMiowed by drot^ing foliage, that wound downward to a rocky ravine throosh which a stream came leaping in cascades of white foam. No more enchant, ing spot could be conceived. Here nature â- eemed nntooched in all her primitive stream, one or two bridges crossing it and a temple-shaped pavilion on a large rock overhanging the .highest fall suggested the work and presence of num. And yet, as Derwent was told, im- mense pains had been taken to bring numbers of plants and trees here, besides those which grew naturally in a place so well adapted for vegetation. The result was a wild, lovely blending of tropical foliage, of masses of flowers, and of jrare, exquisite orchids while through all, like a charming Undine, the stream came whirl- ing over uie rocks in sheets of foam and spray, or fell into crystal pools where naiads might have bathed. The enthusiastic admiration of the young man pleased his guides. " This is my fa- vorite retreat," said Dona Zarifa. " There is no day so warm that delicious coolness may not be found here, and the view dowp the ravine from there " â€" she pointed to the pavilion â€" "is most charming. Some time I shall bring an artist here to paint it. Are you anything of an artist, Senor Der- went?" "Unfortunately, no," answered Derwent, "else I should be only too happy to paint such a scene as this. But can we not go up to the pavilion " "Certainly,â€" and rest there for a time. I am sure you must be tired." He did not like to acknowledge it, but he was tired and it was with a sense of relief tliat he sat down in the pretty temple after they had mounted the slope which led to it. The view from this spot was as lovely as Dona Zarifa had said. Behind rose a steep, green hUl-side, below dashed the leaping water, while before them the roman- tic Canada, with its wealth of foliage, its rocks and cascades, extended for at least a quarter of a mile. "It reminds me somewhat, "said Derwent, "of the view from the Buena Esperanza. Standing at the mouth of the. mine, one looks down a ravine even wilder and grander than this, though not so picturesquely beau- tiful." His companions glanced at him with in- terest. Evidently the name of the Buena Esperanza was familiar to them. "So it was there you were " said Padre Francisco. "I am inclined to congratulate you upon getting off with a bullet in your shoulder. You little knew what you were- doing in touching that mine," "1 have learned, however," said the young man, dryly. "It seems that it is to all in- tents and purposes a mine of gunpowder as well as of silver. This I must say for my- self," he added, "that if I had even the faintest idea of how the bond of that mine had been acquired, I sliould never have looked at it. But, after having seen it, I confess that it is a great disappointment to me to find it out of my reach altogether. " "You thought it a good mine?" asked Dona Zarifa. "The best I have ever seen. If a man could acquire it honorably, he need ask no better source of wealth." "You speak very confidently," said Padre Francisco. "Are you professionally a judge of mines?" Derwent shook his head. "No," he an- swered. "I should not think of attempting to judge a mine for another person but I do not hesitate to judge for myself, and it was for -myself that I was anxious to buy the Buena Esperanza." "Oh, you have come to Mexico to seek in- vestments, then " "I have come to Mexico to find the means to realize a fortune in a short time," he an- swered. "That is what all Americans desire to do, I believe," said Padre Francisco, meditative- ly, â€" "to make a fortune in a short time." He did not utter any word of disapproval for such an aim, but something in his tone, and a certain look of withdrawal that came over Dona Zarifa's face, â€" as if she lost inter- est in a man who avowed such an ambition, â€"stung Derwent, and made him- say, on an impulse, â€" ' 'I have a special reason for wishing to make the fortune of which I speak. It is not for myself â€" not merely for the accumula- tion of money, â€" but to pay a debt of honor. If I do not pay it, others will suffer. And that must not be, if any exertion on my part can p. -event it." It was the first time that he had uttered even so much of his secret to any human ear, and these people were strangers to him. But he was repaid by a glance of sympathy from Zarifa's eyes while the priest said, kindly, "In that case, I hope you may soon find another Buena Esperanza. There are many rich lodes in these moimtains, some of which are as yet imtouched. Now, my child,"â€" he spoke tr ".he girl, â€" "I must really go on but tnere is no reason why you should not allow Senor Derwent to rest himself fully and then bring him with you." "No, no," said Derwent, rising. "I can- not cor.sent to detain the senorita, for I am really rested now. In this wonderful climate I perceive th^t one recuperates rapidly. I am equal to accompanying you." "Bueno!" said the padre, approvingly. "Then let us go." They left the pavilion, and Dona Zarifa explained, as they crossed the pretty stream, that, a little lower, it turned the flouring- mills of the hacienda, which, Derwent found later, were the largest in that part of the country and supplied a wide district with their product. "My father is very, proud of his mills," she said, "and will certainly insist on taking you over them. He has all the latest im- provements. I sometimes wonder how he can maintain such keen interest in so 'many varied pursuits. " "He is a wonderful man, Don Maurizio," said the priest. "His energy is indomitable, and his interest in evei^hing that can develop the country and help the people is unflagging. Now, Senor Derwent, can you guess where we are taking you?" Derwent confessed his inability to hazard a conjecture for, skirting the grounds, they now seemed approaching a village, composed of neatly-built adobe houses scrupulously clean both within and without, as almost aU Mexican houses are. "This is where the laborers on the estate live," said Padre f nmcisco. "There are several hmidred souls here for the indus- tries of a great hacienda are very munerons. Eveiything which is consumed, andafanost everything which is worn, iq made npra it. " "Andisittrnethatallthe.eeoiif o^ the without the consent of their masters " asked Derwentv ,, • "It is true that, by the laws of Mexico, no laborer can leavp an estate so long as he is in debt to his master. That is just enough, and on it ttie stability of the industries of the coimtry depends. In all countries, how- ever, there re men who do not fear to incur the vengeance of God by becoming oppres- sors of 3ie poor. Such men take advantage of this law to keep the peons in their debt and so hold them in virtual bondage. But no such bondage exists at Mirafloree. If a laborer who is in debt wishes to go, Don Maurizio will cancel his debt rather than keep with him one who is unwilling to re- main." â-  "But such a need rarely occurs," said Dora Zari "Few of our people eVer wish to leave, and most of them have been bom on the estate. We know them all, we think for them all, they are, as it were, part of our family why should they desire to go?" "There is something very charming in this feudal dependence of the employed up- on their employers, â€" something softening and humanizing on both sides, ' said Der- went. " How different from the wide chasm and the bitter strife between labor and capi- tal with which we have replaced it But what is this?" " The school-house," said the priest, smiling, as they paused defore the open door of a large room, where about fifty children sat at their desks and a teacher stood before a blackboard. There was a simultaneous movement, as all present rose to their feet, Derwent did not enter, but leaning against the door-way, watched the scene, â€" the pretty, dark faces, the shining eyes and gleaming teeth, the reverence with which the small scholars knelt for the padre's bless- ing, the caressing affectionateness with which those nearest Dona Zarifa pressed forward to touch her dress or kiss her hand. There was no servility in the last action. It was plains ly as much an impulse of thier admiring adoration as the same homage is from a lover. " Having the freedom to do so, how could they help it?" Derwent thought. Looking at the beautiful, gracious figure of tractive to men the young lady, as she stood in the centre of the rooln, smiling into the upturned faces, with one hand on the, silky curls of a tiny boy, he envied the children their privilege to express the feeling which she inspired. "We did not linger long, on your ac- count," she said, when they rejoined him. "XSsasMy el padre hears the catechism and I distribute rewards to the deserving; but we let them off easily this morning, because I do not want to fatigue you, and I do want you to see our hospital, fi you are equal to a little farther walk." Derwent declared himself fully equal to it; and indeed his interest was so much roused that he forgot his fatigue. The hos- pital â€" a rather imposing structure built around a pleasant court, with cleanliness and space and sunshine everywhere â€" was as perfect in its arrangmentsas everything else on the hacienda seemed to be. There were only one or two patients in it at present but everything was so attractive in appear- ance, and so well managed, that it wais evi- dent sickness was as little a misfortune at Miraflores a care and kindness could make it. Derwent thought that he had never witnessed a more lovely sight then when, unconscious that any gaze was upon her, she bent over a woman tossing with fever, re- newed the cool bandages on her head, held a jucy lime to her parched lips, the hot, dry hand between her own cool, soft palms, and talked soothingly as if to an infant. "I think, senorita," he said, when they were walking away, " that if you had sent me to that hospital when I was brought, a wounded, insensible stranger, to your door, it would have been as much as could be ex Wliat Is a Good Book A good book is one that interests you. One in which the bright rather than the dark side of life is shown. One that makes you see how mean are Tie Patter of ZTT^ When the angry ^^ And she leads me in ' lays I .^^-' 'gai une inat maKcv you boo i«/w monu » lays me on hep t "iftifc. the small vices of life and. how, despicable Then I know that I -n' " e the great sms. flesh in fancv jLl •** it One that glorifies virtue in woman and As I listen f or the pattT**' ^^ my breeches, patter honor in man. One in which the good are rewarded and the wicked are made to sufferâ€" suffering by i Every tinkle of the shin i cienceâ€" or I a sting, 8«li»j And the by, that may be of the conscience in a more material way, a reward given either on earth, or promised for the future. One which convinces you that this world is filled with good' men and good women. One that breathes forth the goodness of a Creator, and respectis His all-goveminglaws. One that makes you feel you are meeting real people â€" ^people who elevate your thoughts as you associate with them. A good Ixiok is one you remember with pleasure, that when the dull hours come you â„¢ can think of with interest and feel that- there are people with whodi you have a most interesting acquaintance, and who are yet only characters of the imagination. A good book is one that tells, in good English, the story it has to sees no neces- sity for using foreign words, and does not quote from the Arabic or the Sanscrit as if the author had .written it with an Encyclo- psedia Britannica beside him. A good book is one that we want when weary with the people of the world; that we can read out aloud and discuss; that we can hand to our daughters that it may give them pleasure, and which will only be a stepping-stone on the road of taste, not only And thou, to better and nobler books, but a better and nobler life. That is a good Ijook, and, my friends, there are hundreds of theni. sting, athousand burning fa., 4 A ""g spring; """ And a thousand bees and h.^ ...coattailseemtoslZ"" AsIlistentothepaCBle "fti^i. the so warm posed had gone^ To survey the situation It on; see her bend: andteUhj, ^•U tf I thestrain^°^^"'««IVj Played by her and by the «W, and weird ref4in'^l«iavi She stops a moment, draws herb, shingle holds aloft ' And says: "I had not thought of ,i â-  son, just take them off." ' "â- â€¢ I Holy breati,, ;s and the angels castv.^ glances down, '^°""::y- Moses ing f. °^',^^n"ly doctor, p^a soft poultice on- And may 1 with fools 'aad dunces e-„l I mgly commingle ^^^^' I If I ever say another word wb. „, wields the sV,n,„lo "^^^ «'â- Â« •-. What Men Like 'in Women. There is a certain something, which, for want, of a better name, is called womanli- ness, and it is that which makes women at- A great many virtues go to make up this one great possession and they are what men like in women, says the Ladies' Home Journal. Men like, in the first place, amiability in a woman. They like a pleasant appearance. They like the doing of little things tha* are pleasant to them. Tiiey like the courtesy of the fireside. They like women whose lives and faces are always full of the sunshine of a content- ed mind and a cheerful disposition. They like an ability to talk well and a knowledge of the virtue of silence. They like a motherliness big enough to understand the wants of the older, as well as the younger, boys. They like a disposition to speak good, rather than evil, of every human being. They like sympathy â€" which means a will- ing ear for the tale of sorrow or gladness. They like a knowing how to grow old gracefully. They like knowledge of how to dress well, which, by the by, doesn't mean conspicuous- ly. Men are most attracted by good material, plain, draperies, and quiet colors not by showy colors or designs. They like intelligence, but they prefer that the heart shoud be stronger than the brain. wields the shingle. HeAlsoHadEules. He had opened a restaurant in Trr, and after two or three weeks he caSrM bank to get the cash 1 ,,^*!"« ' 1 ceiyed from some one in Hamilton Have to be identified, sir er as he shoved it back. ' on^ small check ,t. " 'ton. saidtheu-s. Brash Yonr Hair at Night- pected of you, and I should have been grate- ful." "I hope you like your present quarters better," she said, with a smile. " Oh, yes,â€" since I have known them. But if I had not known them I should have been too thankful to find myself in such a place as your hospital. " But he did not venture to add what was in his thoughts,â€" " Perhaps you would have come to see me thereT^ (to be coxtin'ced. "' But I am Blank of the new re^a„„ I around the comer." °«^ rfstaiint: "Must be identified." " This is payable to me or order at I ve endorsed it," protested the restaC" er. â- ' "Cant help it, sir. Rules of the bank â-  The man went out and brought som« back to identify him, and the monevirsi handed over. Three days later theV- dropped in for a lunch at the newrestauia' â-  He had taken a seat and given his oits^" when the proprietor approached him i said "Have to be identified "How! Wliat?" "Have to be identified before yo: get anything here, sir." "Identified? I don't understaml \;. protested the teller. " Plain as day, sir. Rule of the 1: that all bank officials have to be identitt Better go out and find party who knows you." "Hanged if I do:" growled the tr and he reached for his hat and cnat aic banged the door hard as he went oa:. sir." u ca some n It Made Him IlL No woman need expect to have her hai.- looking beautiful who goes to bed without taking it down and giving it its night dress- ing. A woman who has wonderfully beauti- ful hair says: "I take out all the pins, brush my hair well, and then plait it care- fully but loosely, so that in the morning it is not in a snarl. I usually try to brush it 10 minutes, but when I can get somebody else to do it for me the sensation is so delic- 1 ious t!mt I almost wish they could keep on forever. Of course, I sit down to brush it, j because standing taxes the strength too much. I am one of the people who believe I in learning the easiest way to do everything, for really the same ends may be gained with ' less exertion. The foolish woman is the one who rushes about her room in dressing, paces the floor while buttoning her gloves, stands I while she is arranging her hair, and the An Unhiappy Marriage- " He doesn't paint very well, but lie :j I wedded to Art. " "Then Art should get a divorce o..; ground of incompatibility. " Johnny's Magnetism- "Johnny is very popular with his te..;:- ers. " "That must be gratifying." " Yes, indeed. They never let him fee them until five o'clock." weari- ness when the time for recreation arrives." Think over all this, you nervous women. Try to recognize the wastefulness of misapplied endeavor, and while you strive in every leg- itimate way to make yourselves look as pretty as possible, save your strength for something for which it will absolutely be required. Theministerwasa great handshakerâ€" shut- i result of her folly shows itself in her ting down like a vise. One day he shook a ' ' boy's hand and gave it an awful squeeze as he said • " My little fellow, I hope you are prettv well to day?" ' With tears in his eyes the boy answered, " I was till you shook hands with me." AFew,Qnestions. Do ships have eyes when they go to sea Are there springs in the ocean's bed Does a "jolly tar" ooze from a tree Can a river lose its head Will a blacksmith's vi^e condemn his soul? Can books be white and read To whom does the church bell pay its toll ' Who shingles a water shed If a minstrel boy can sing his lay Can a ship sing her "lay-to " Do tigers ask for grace when they prey Can a bugle note come due ' Is "Fattier Time" a noted thief For stealing the hours away • Can you give a window-pane relief Can you mend the break of day Is a purchase made when shoes are soled ' Can an ax the rainbow hue If I keep on twisting the tale I've told Pray what will your readers do? Starting Ont She wanted a cottage. He wanteJ a: apartment. "Suites to the sweet," he said with ateMct glance. "Flats to the flat," she retorted wiai scornful smile. N. B.â€" They took a cottage. He Had Met Her Sort Before. Young Housekeeperâ€" Good mornint. Cleaver. I want some roast veal to-da; be sure to send the giblets. Butcherâ€" Yesm (and he skewemUirt dress into a loin and tossed the kiduc}.- iH' the basket.) Same Thing. Irate Wifeâ€" Oh, you mean wretch promised to be home at six o'clock evening, and here it is six o'clock in morning. Intoxicated Husbandâ€" Zat's aU (hie) right mydear.zat'ssixof one and half-dozen of z other. Same thing. You last the How He Would Stop Him. Pat (who is being lowered into a weU)â€" Stop, wiU ye. Murphy? Oi want to coom upagain. ^^uiphy^ (Htill letting him down)-Phat Wff V"" '"^J' y« don't tettm' me doon Oi'U cut ther wpt beauty: only a few paths a^g the, h*ci«»das are virtual â- erfc.-uiiable to leave |niptcyh.«nSo» i^ sthop ^nwivaBtatoi^hiinaelf into bank* The Dnnkards. The German Baptists, who are better known as the Dunkards, have risen up against what they consider too much of worldly fashion in their church. It is against their rules for the women to wear ornaments and fashionable attire, but it is found that they are arraying themselves in beautiful bonnets and other emblems of .= ....«-- vanity, while the men, instead of complying "^^e's passed through shorteuea «r;t». +i,„ „.i__ -r ..!._ ..*'•'« reached long dresses once again. Sweetness in Long Dresses. Oh, what is sweeter than a babe infe* long and white, ^_^ ^j^^ ^.^^ That laughs and coos throughout (and cries throughout thenigm- WeU, if the babe's a girl, why, is sweeter when ' gtirtsani "'6"' ,( sheherMil with the rules of the denomination, and wearing long hair, parted in the middle, I and fuU beards, now appear with short hair and mustaches. These signs of yielding to the pernicious practices of the followers of other faiths have created a disturbance in thi Ehinkards' church, and at the forth- coming national Convention of the order an explosion is look^ for that wiU put an end to these encroachments of vanity. These are not what the Dunkards go to church for. we« Ohiistanity in the Honsfihold. Smoking Her Out. A company of Edinburgh studoiti starting for Glasgow on a lootbaue^^ ,^ ^^ and meant to have a railway »5"^^.er, themselves. At the last moment, n" ^^^ jnst as the train was startmg, m an old woman. ^Lvbine toget One of the young fellows, thwkiȤ' rid of her easily, remarked „„i,:„2.car, "My dear woman, this is a sinoKu.." don't you know?" „oniai'» "Well, well,' ans*-ejed Wie^j^^^^t well,' answered "never mmd, I'll mak it dae, The lAving Church(P. E. )says; "We hear a good deal about the lack of religious teach- ing m the schools. How about the lack of ed round "Smoke her out. Th^^^.^^T" °* V^^ing Christians? do^^^e^ dosed? accordiudy, ^.^ ?he'e\"tt'3^f"T',*""?^y*u^'^* stu7enTp^S'apipe, a"S soontj re^itath^e?T??? '"'?*!, ^?u^^7 was filled with a dense cloud ' i^^ reaa It at home Is the household gathered, -moke So foul became the air that » mommg.and evening, at^thefami^ altar! ^^^VheS^^Xgr^^^^^ a seat. -.« pas- As the train started, the "^?,, 'tiieVin- ed round, 'Smoke her out. â- *'^j ^yer^ were Closed, accordin|iy. _^ ^^^ to hear the words oT Holy Scripti-eMd one )t the boys uegan. to join in prayer and nmis^viSP.:^'^,, took his pipe_ from his mou nth letf' .ed parents nealect their bcmn^ndutyandSv- S^*""'*- Uege; while th^ oonulain that the SUte ..«,«- ^t^ ^^" *^ -d*^ l^t whether it " That boy's a natural thiet 1 ' Jjnj^n^^^d ™« tj,eal«ffl;but«i«i "What!" „„ •na xmA ^Mlybr ti w*iii aM a d hHMehoH? •• Advice and cod Uver oil. 81 a splutter comes rnvfatu ^K^„. posed had goneâ„¢*-H.,. »«^ Ltiit*«'^y^tH Cy*5^ grand fccaTj* National fi»^ getting a"J F-Jflfstoredawl â- f^t about thej ffVtrainedsafe-l been torn qowu, wjh paratively small pie wrecked. Janet and 1 "Come Janet," sa bright morning to h you want to go out day The sea is as shall have no rough Janet was not lo vitation, for she lov« ways happy when Uttleboat. She co many a time pulled who called her his I ing the waves daucet and the small vesse hand of the fisherma water. Suddenly t point seemed to stri rock. There was a of the water nymp waves. "Fisher Ben," have broken one of tal palace under th aend it." Little Janet was father only laughe you, old Water K to mend your win time to talk with y And the boat sti king murmuring A short time afte held in the village Janet, dressed i hastening to join she could hear tl most see the dai As she ran along an old woman cai and laces. "Where are y asked in a friendl "To the villag not hear the mm " But, my dea man, "I have jt and there all the gay ribbons, and ing over her bas scarlet ribbon. " Let me tie tl said, "and then all." Janet could nc and allowed the «n her. But wh friend, she saw i basket, but the i npon her. Aln she tried to run nymphs seized ' Now I have cs your father to I •nake sport of i more sail in yo cr^tal palace -« The little gir no one heard he By the angry ki w water, and ^ttier and moi "'•in for the ret ter. At the door *iich Janet hi ^«ptw aat the â- â€¢itttthd Utile *.was kind a wepow little ';««« and plac :.*• wanted to PlloiMr: but ^^ and dared ;2**v«yU»ngt leftbepls NMdthei IwalJ She iitmi{ -J L, ^;y*^f