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c:=: IJAME VERSUS LOVE. The oampaiga had been fierce, buT, now that -&>-morrow's ballots were to ueoiue t he ques- tion the opponents had rested on their oaa* and comparative cnuet had settled down war ♦]» entire caaanunity. The sun was aiiiKmg in Seiy prophecy beyond the tall, dirk woods just outsi<ie the little town, send- ing it* penetrating raye up the smooth, I straight streets and along the fronts of the quaint, nea.t little is stages which marked FreoBfianvtiJe from the ordinary suburban Tillage. Mr. John Taylor came down from his law office and glanced furtively about with a hunted, weary loc k which ill became his QSttaJ. fne manliness. But Air. John Taylor was one of the candidates whose fate his territory W13 to decide the following day, and the long weeks of severe battling had left him thoroughly worn out. Furthermore, he wanted that office with a deeper, more desperate longing than. that of mere political, fond less. for he felt that defeat here meant everlasting loss to the dear^t hope of his life—that of making Eaid Dixon his wife J To begin with, he was 35 years old and > "when a. man has reached that point without ever having beiore lost Ins heart, he is cmelly lacking in courage, Secondly, he felt that his position as a iawver in a simple little town tike Fi-eemanvilie, where cases were few and invariably of little weight, scarcely upheld him in this locking to take into h.s keeping "Teh a treasure of girl as Mia." Dixon. "Sow, if be only were success- fill in the comillg contest, if he might go to her with tae fr:sh weight, of laurel on ids brow —then he might dare. But there were hours—iges, it seemed to him—ia which he most wait, and hi* constituents thought that he was fighting t'o~ hor^ur, when ID reality he was praying for the love of a woman, At last he had succeeded in freeing himself from the i«orde of felkiwa who all day long had thronged about him with pi-ans, en- j oonra^emenfcs, and news of the next day's prospects, and he crept out aione into the falling dus-k. where the very streets seemed awed In <-m vmuwus bush which precedes che pending storm. The red in the west had paled into an exquisite stretch of opalescent greys when the anxious Mr. Taylor stopped in isM headlong walk, drawing up sharply before a figure, which suddenly appeared before him—the tali, lithe MLSS Dixon, with her oonvct grace and sweet calm. Miss 26 yea-rei old, hence Miss Dixon !bati. d hoovered the state of Mr Taylor s h' feelings towards her months ago. Those self- same 26 years, though, also worked to give Miss Dixon i, remarkable degree of self- pos- esskiQ. u-ad she had smiled softly, wist- '10 fully, U) herself many times lately when she saw how her frigidity hid hurt him, all the time declaring toO herself that the man who had faced the most noted judges of the State, who had arg led iong and vauantly in sonae of the deepest controversies which had v-xed the charts for years, Tioat be taught to oorne to tier in open, hottest bravery before he should have bint of her willingness to make biro the happiest icm in the world. So this evening she merely smiled at him. so xweetiy, yet so calmly, and held out her daintily gloved fingers so naturally tnAt the poor man felt all the rnore painfully the fact that hit face was ftusQing traitorously and that his voice could not he trusted- lis bated himself for his weakness—he who had never been afrajd of anything on earth until he had met this open-browed, clear-eyed being in petticoat? and has pride knew no balm before the realisation that he always appeared at IXIV worse when with her recently. He would give ten years of his lite if he would meet her again on the easy, equal footing as when he had first known her It was only a year ago that ght, b-ad oome to FreentltnvHle, she and the tiny widov-mother, and then iw had talked %nd walked, read >.nd ,ing. with her in open comfort. Bat it wa-i all changed now, iow siffice he had mt«d to look upon her merely an a beautiful, interesting woman who wa» well-read, well-ore'?, and well under her own control. So poor Mr. Taylor simply turned and walked back beside her as she turned and walked back beside her as she talked on of lua hopes for the morrow; and I the only time that he ventured to giaitce j sideways at her his heart fell like lead within ajffla m ue saw only quiet interest in her street, calm face. I& epite of Lid he was sorry wben they at k-st readied her gate, and she iftid — "May I be so ^elfish as to a-sk you to let me know to-morrow evening how matters stacd with you? I shall b& very anxious for the rEsults, Mr Taylor looked ap qu ekly, boldly, and evidently unexpectedly, for he caught a pink flush of eager, ailmoat fuûd concern on thE brow uf his companion. It gave him a Lr courage he had never fe't before, and he looked her fairly in the eyes as he asked: — W- U you ivally cure so much ?" For the first time since he fcoew her Miss Dixon s eyes fell before his steady gaze, and her voice was strangely low and timid as ahm answered: — "Yes, it will mean much to me. Am I selfish to ask you to come tu tell me, eves if it is ever ao late r" <1t may be midnight," went on Mr. Taylor, i.'term.m^l to hold his power now that be possessed t, "Nevertheless, I wish that you would corns—I > hail not be able to sleep till I fcaow the end." Mr. Taylor never knew quiL> how he left her. Always afterward there was a delicious «Obfi»¥iEi of *es»r-wet, grey eyes, a pair of over-eager lips, and the citsp of two trembLn/ Lttle bands. 'Probably, Ins politi- } cal adversary went to bed that night full of d mms of public glory, 'but Mr. Taylor s eyes knew ao sleep, for there swam before him I all night long a sweet vision of a tell-tale face under a pick-trimmed, daantv hat. It was after nhdoight before the returns werg in, and poor John Taylor hadn't the I courage to go to tell her, as he had promised. He could iwver see her again, be felt, for he I could! aever bear the look of crushed dis- appointment in th-ose dear grey eves, so Miss I Ihi zon read his defeat in a nasty, tremblingly written note, which he sent hc-r by a messen- I ger. No doubt 00 bit himself th? happiest I r::a.n in the world, but, on the other hand, be wms tne ino »t foolish if he thought that a womm's lo-e ?o»* 5, roan la a thin); guided I by mere worldly circumstances. He thought Miss Dixon'?1 alliance with him, an oDseufs lawyer, impossible. She though*, that she had made a mistake after all in her y iess that he had loved her, and a roan of 35. with a woman of 26, ca/i make the most sense- less blanJersi of love atfain that ever fretted poor Cupid1 into a decline. A w-ek late" he hea.i-d tha* she and her mother had gone South for the winter, and people laid his haggard fare anci purposeless mien to his political failure instead of to so simple a little thing as a hungry heart. It Wiu. not until the first of the year brought a eeteb^t^d law case into his hands that Le awaJkexjed to the stern realities of life, but the citw work gradually won him back to his old tiir'e 7igour of purpose, and by spring the only outward sign of his recent disap- pointment was an airlc i furrow across his foirehftttd, with a brave, deep line about his uie4 month. He bed now a wide reputation "by his -trotig utasterfal handling of the re- cent tri*l. new honours came to set upon his worthy brew, at which he smiled with a. fiXIAl gravity, as thuugii, after all, it Jtnatteved little to hipc. Surruner Ïtqd come aga'n to Freemanville— ttammw, with its warm, bright sunlight glint- ing on the cosy beings of the little viliage, till tLe trees spread in jaxuriaji: shade and the trim Sower beds lay, n fragrant perfection sionw the neat ws'ks aid drives. The Dixous I bad retamed the w-ek before, but Mr. Taylor bad not seen them. and ao one-not even the "busiest gossips of the place —bad dared to I' arteatioo 'hem to him. He felt adiew the «t>id disappointment of laat fall, and he de- cided to plead weariness from his recent pro- tracted legal struggle as an exooae for going away V(J some place to rest. He dida i: know I where, but civ place in whiclc there would be no danger vf coming face to fa.e with that ck.ar-eyed. sweet i pped woman. All arrangements bad be-c completed, and: ctill he delayed >.departure. Neverthe- less, he fcit that further lingering on the scene was only added torture-he would go ¡ the very next ri'< nirg. Only, was there j anything wion^ la simply talking op past tier ho 'se? It w as now quite dark, and she could not recognise him, ewn thcmigh she I might be looking out toward the street. While oe would hav-; oace more the bliss of one little giimpse of ber there in the pretty, bonif;,ke ."oovft, wtwre the hooeyflickle | •p.ayrs dr.x>ped about the window and the j fireflies found their lights eclipsed by „ the | •uperior brilliancy of the lamps witbitt.^ It J •as very ?t.ili np in front c-f the bouse, for j *he sutp'les on «aeh side of tbe walk grew HOT. ZTETD A—1-4-* black ia the shadow. As be had iioped, he saw her, standing just- between him and the I iight behind, with her fair h&ir shining about her face, and her dainty shoulders sharply outlined. The shadows up to the very win- dow .r- denæ-oould there be any harm in his creeping nearer, just for one last look i To an outsider the sight of ths dignified Mr. John T aylor, he who lu J become fameus UY in the little community during the Last few morths, stealing up in the deep glooui to I oatch a glimpse of dI pink^and-white giri within. savoured strongly of the ridiculous, Besides, M". Taylor was not a. boy, and I should have remembered his a.ge to a point I of saving himself, but he didn't remember it; he forgot all but the white-clad woman. within, and in his eagerness be even lifted his b ad above the windowsill. At first he couldn't see what she was •loin?, but gradually, as he became accustomed to the light, and a queer, unaccountable miet which the sight, of her had brought to his eyes had melted away, he felt his heart rise, in a wild, strange hope, which had not been his since that night last fall when she had bnde him come to he" with the news of his success. For the calm, collected Miss Dixon, with the usually quiet and placid eyes, was 'crying -crying softly, hopeless, there alone, iike a weary child who sobs on in a.n unsatisfied way without any promise of the end of pain. She was holding something, too—a tinv little brown leather book-—and Mr. Taylors heart gave a new throb as he recognised it as the oniyjgift he had ever had the cou-r^ge to offer her As he watched .-jie slowly lifted her round, fhapelv arms above her head, then sunk on hpr knees f>for« the table and actually pressed her lips to the battered brown cover, while the white-clad shoulders "hook in a hungry despairing way. which went to his very soul. Gradually the whole matter be- came clear to him, and his eves shone with his new discovery. A courage /which appalled him came to him then and there', N n i .a moment later he stood above her. while she, all uncon- scious, knelt above 1.> -poor little relic of by- gone days, where the lamplight fell softly on her hair and touched the pink finser-'tips, clasped desperately over her little treasure. "Fnid," a.t last ventured Mr. Taylor laying h's hand geRily on the pretty shoulder.' The sobs stopped, and, slowly, dazedlv, she turned toward him the tt-ar-wet eves. He said nothing .as he took her cold hand* and tenderly lifted her to him, but be never after that was at raid or her, for her face shone with a marvellous srl^-dness as she whisoered: "Why weren't you braver? I've been so lonesome."

HYPNOTIC SUBJECTS.

INDIAN FRONTIER WAR.

CHINA AND JAPAN.

ARMENIAN ATROCITIES.

THE NIGER TERRITORY.I

c~ .,—1...i *•1 NOTES FROM…

PEERS AND THE HOUSE OF COMMONS.

DEATH OF GENERAL FEILDEN,…

-.----THE LIBERATOR CRASH.

THE LABOUR PAHTY.

THE HEALTH OF LORD ROSEBERY.

THE NICARAGUAN DIFFICULTY,

OUTBREAK rTMEXICO.

ILLNESS OF A WELSH MILITARY…

- DEATH OF THE REV. TUDNO…

SHIPPING DISASTERS.

THE COAL TRADE.j

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SHIPPING NEWS.

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VERNAL VISITATION AT LLANDAFF.…

LLANDUDNO EISTB^f0^ ^

DEATH OF A FAKMBI". CA HMA…

EXTK A O K DIN A H DISCOVERY…

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