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198 BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR. Frank to Lizzie, while Hattie was telling Mrs. Emory of the death of her mother. ‘““Who, you goose?’’ asked Lizzie. ‘‘What are vou ready to blubber out a crying for?’’ ‘““‘Ned W—— would never have telegraphed to her all about his going off if they weren’t SIRAR ERY !? al- most sobbed Frank. ‘Pooh! Whaiis it to us, anyway?’’ “To me, who is almost dying for her love—to me it’s everything. I tell you plain, sister, if Hattie But- ler will not have me, I’ll go and enlist as a private soldier in the army, and get killed by Indians, or V’ll ship in a whaler, and fall overboard and break my neck !’’ “Or swallow a whale like J onal did,’’ said Lizzie, laughing. ‘‘Don’t be foolish, Frank. If she’ll nly love you, it will all come right, and if she will not— why, you wouldn’t want to marry a girl without love!”’ ‘“No,’’ said Frank, with some hesitation. Then he added: “‘If she loves him she can’t love me. I wish he was dead. Who is she in mourning for?”’ “Her mother. I heard her tell Aunt Louisa so a few seconds ago.”’ ‘Poor thing! I wish father would adopt her. No, I don’t either, for then she’d be my sister, and I want her for my wife.”’ Hattie now had a hundred anbatinn to answer about -the storm, and the steamer, which she did cheerfully. After dinner Frank had the glory of escorting her home in the family carriage alone—Lizzie pleading a headache, just to give the poor boy a chance to make love to Hattie if he could. But he never opened his mouth from the time he comicbooks (Glo) m