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"It's a terrible thing to make me happy, isn't it?" she inquired,

sweetly

"Unspeakably so, when you derive happiness from the torture of your

fellow-man"

"My brother-roaned in desperation "I ought to turn caveyou to the nearest minister--or

prophet, or whoever could ht

to drag you to rotto, and beat you"

"Would I have to wearin my nose?" She put the

question with theuseful

information

"Drennie, for the nine-hundred-thousandth time; simply, in the

interests of harmony and to break the deadlock, will you marry me?"

"Not this afternoon," she s her round"

The young man promptly ducked his head, and played out the line, as

the boat dipped her masthead ard, and caain druers of the wind,

she added: "Besides, I'm not sure that harmony is what I want"

"You know you'll have to edly "We are si our youth, dear"

His tone had becoirl could not restrain a