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"I 'm getting all mixed up on my hating plan,” Deborah found the Bible marker at the account she thought as she went. "I 've given Mr. Dan- of Jehoshaphat going to meet the Moabites. She vers and Mr. Fenton flowers; that 's all right. liked the swing of the old Jewish story. “He ap

pointed singers unto the Lord and that they should praise the beauty of holiness," she read finally, and stopped to think what the words meant. The beauty of holiness was a thing she had not thought about, but in a flash she saw it was the only true beauty in the world; one must cultivate beautiful thoughts and deeds as well as beautiful flowers. That was what her hair-ribbon lady had meant, and that was why she found it hard really to hate people. Hating must always be ugly. To bring beauty into the world, one must bring love into it. Oh, but it would be much harder than transplanting flowers and wearing blue ribbons !

She finished the story, and shyly kissed Aunty Jones when she went to bed. The old lady looked up lovingly.

"She is n't so awfully ugly,” thought Deborah, wonderingly, as she went upstairs. "I guess she 's beautiful inside, and it 's shining through. I never noticed. I wonder if I could n't make her something soft and white to wear at her neck. Then she would look like the hairribbon lady." Even

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hard when Deborah really "'IT 'S VERY BECOMING,' SAID THE OLDER LADY."

tried it. Maybe the blue But I like them both. And I like the pretty, frock helped along, for it was much more friendly young lady and the hair-ribbon lady, too." than the old brown ones. Deborah, before she

Aunty Jones chuckled comfortably when she knew it, was having long flower discussions saw the gingham. “I declare, Debby! I don't with Mr. Fenton, and a good many of her roots know as my needle 'll take to anything but brown. made their way into his garden. She found, We might have thought of blue long ago, for it's too, that Mr. Danvers's head painter was very a sight prettier. I 'll enjoy sewing on it.” fond of milk, and she carried him a pitcherful "I could read to you while you sew,


you for his lunch every day. When she proposed like,” ventured Deborah, quite thrilling with the white muslin curtains for the sitting-room, Aunty soft, clear shade of her new dress. Aunty Jones's Jones was quite ready to agree, and she brought face brightened. “It would be a great treat. out bags of carpet-rag pieces to start a new rug. Maybe you 'd read me my Bible piece first.” Deborah chose all the blue, and while the old



lady peacefully cut and sewed and rolled, her Then he ran for his train, and Deborah did niece read aloud all sorts of books that they both not really know whether she had said “No, thank enjoyed. For the first time, the house had a you," or "Yes, thank you." But it must have gleam of home in it, because somebody had begun been yes, for the very next morning Mr. Fenton's to love it.

men began to saw and fit and hammer by the All the spare time Deborah spent in Mr. Dan- little, dingy house. vers's place. He had been away for a fortnight, Those were exciting days. Boxes of plants and and came back to find new little bunches of grow- seeds arrived, and there was an experienced

‘ ing things in all sorts of odd places, and Deborah busy with her seedling zinnias.

"You're a born gardener," said Mr. Danvers, “but you need more material for this big place. Suppose you had everything you wanted, what would you put in over here?"

"Oh,” said Deborah, "I 've shut my eyes and seen that place over and over; it 's full of dahlias-yellow ones!"

Mr. Danvers nodded approvingly. "Yes, that 's good. I 'll get some. Now how about over here?”

Before the morning was over, Deborah and Mr. Danvers had planned the entire garden. Deborah forgot to be dumb or bashful. She chattered and laughed, and glowed like any other happy, human creature.

Presently Mr. Danvers looked at his watch. “My! how the time runs away.

I don't know when I 've enjoyed a morning more. I have a train to catch now, and I sha'n't be back till next month. Are you going to oversee all this planting for me? If you will, I 'll give you a percentage for yourself out of the dahlias and all the other things. And now I tell you what I want to do, Miss Deborah.

If you have to look up at my place, I have "IF YOU 'LL INVITE ME IN, I 'LL CARRY THAT WATER-POT FOR YOU.'” to look down at yours. You have beautified my slopes; now I want to add gardener at Mr. Danvers's who lived for nothing a little beauty to your house. I have lumber but to plant beauty as Deborah ordered it. The here I'm not going to use, and I want Fenton to porch took on its outline and filled out to comput a porch along the south side of your house. pleteness. One day the painter whom Deborah Will you let him? It will take down the height had fed with milk handed back the jug with a and will make a pretty little house of it. I want

very grave face. to do it for my own sake, if you 'll let me." “That there milk seems to have some magic in

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it,” he said solemnly. "I declare if it ain't turned tented lips; a friendly look in the downcast eyes; into white paint; enough to cover your whole softly waving hair instead of the scalp-tight locks house. If you 'll say the word, I 'll smear it over - and all this set off by a blue ribbon and a blue odd times after hours; it 'll be a good-looking dress that made her eyes look like forget-me-nots. little place when it gets whitened up."

It was n't herself; it could n't be! She was so “Have n't you got some green cheese around, ugly, and this girl was a joy to look at! It was too?” laughed Mr. Fenton. “I was just thinking too good to be true. I 've got some blinds piled under a lot of rubbish “Don't you ever dare do it any other way!" over at the shop that would just fit these little said Josie. "There 's Father going home. I 'll windows. I took 'em off an old house ten years catch a ride. Come and see me, Debby.” ago. I 'll hang 'em if you 'll daub 'em over with Debby felt almost too conscious to go down to green cheese.”

supper. She stole another glance at herself in “Oh!" cried Deborah. “Everybody is so good. the mirror, and smiled at what she saw. “I 'm Could I really have blinds ? Not having them has not ugly," she thought with a throb of joy. “Peoalways made the house look like a person without ple won't have to hate looking at me. Someany eyebrows."

thing has shined through, but I don't know what “It 's nothing to put those on," Mr. Fenton it is." said; "and it 's all the house needs to make it She went out to water her flowers after supmatch the garden. My new flowers are doing per, with the smile still in the corners of her finely. Why don't you come over and see 'em ? lips, the flush on her cheeks, and the brightness in Don't you ever come to see my girl ?"

her eyes. When Fred Dillon walked by, instead "She would n't want me to," stammered De- of turning her back, Deborah looked up and borah. She could not forget how homely Josie smiled. It was a friendly smile, born of her new thought her.

sense of self-assurance. “Of course she 'd want you," answered Mr. “ "Hello, Debby!" the boy said. "If you 'll in

" Fenton. "I 'll send her down here to prove it." vite me in, I'll carry that water-pot for you. My,

“Oh, don't,” Deborah wanted to protest, but what a dandy porch you 've got! You 'll have to she did n't. Would she even have to love Josie have a house-warming for that, for sure!" Fenton ?

"So I can !" cried Deborah. "I 'll do it just as The paint and the blinds were on before Josie soon as the moon is full."

Debby tried to be cordial and entertain- “Then I 'm invited, am I?". ing, but it was Josie who did most of the talking. "Yes," said Debby, "only I can't let you pass They discussed the weather and the garden, and lemonade if you spill as much as you 're spilling all the time Josie was casting little flying glances out of that watering-pot." at Deborah.

"They 're wet enough anyhow," said the boy. "Oh, Debby!” she exclaimed abruptly at last. “Let 's go sit on the porch and look at how much “Will you be mad? I 'm just crazy to fix your good we've done them.” hair. I never noticed before how thick and soft Debby led the way to the porch, her heart beatit is. You could be stunning if you did it right. ing with a new glad glow of life. It was all so Come on up-stairs and let me try.”

wonderful. Above her, Mr. Danvers's beautiful Most unwillingly Deborah led the way to her house stood against the evening sky, and his room and sat down before her dressing-table. lawns sloped to her own pretty little home,

"Why, it 's gorgeous !" cried Josie, as Debby's painted and porched and shuttered, worthy of the loosened hair flowed over her shoulders. "But garden in which it stood. Fred had come to see you must n't drag it back tight as if you were her, as he called to see other girls, and she was stuffing a pincushion. It 's got lots of wave in it. talking and laughing, and she was n't homely. There, you must always roll it like that and keep Life was full of joy, where a few months ago it soft-so.

Now where 's your blue ribbon ? there had been only heaviness and hopeless loneWhy, Debby, you 're lovely! Just look!"

liness. And she loved everything and everybody. Confused, yet pleased, Deborah looked in the "Loving is the biggest beauty in the world," mirror which had so often reflected her plain Deborah thought. “The really ugly things are face. But what did she see now? A warm flush just hating and hatefulness. I guess we can put in the pale cheeks; a happy smile on the discon- beauty anywhere if we have loving enough.”





by D.K.Stevens

AMONG the Be-Ba-Boes whose fame

Has traveled wide and far,
Drum-Major Roland Roly

Was a celebrated star.
He had studied his profession

With a master of the Art,
And of all the known drum-majors,

He was quite a thing apart.





He wore a bearskin busby,

Had a baton made of gold,
Which he twirled in such a manner,

’T was bewild'ring to behold.
He marched upon the Esplanade

Like troops engaged in drill,
And there he gave a daily

Exhibition of his skill.

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