addition a roll of finest French lace. On an enclosed card was marked the single word, ” Thanks.” The package had been laid at the door, and there was no way of returning it; so what was to be

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It is said that women ”wink” at smuggling, sometimes. in order to add to their fascination by the addition of sundry little pieces of lingerie; and so please the men. Be this as it may, it is recorded that a certain young lady soon appeared in gorgeous raiment, in which real French lace played no unimportant part; and it is also recorded. though hard to believe, that one woman had been found who could keep a secret, for not even the other two of the trio ever learned the origin of the handsome gown.

An extract relating to camping life will be of interest to all who enjoy that method of ” living close to nature."

”Here are ladies to spend the day! Let us meet them at the station. This is the carriage!a hay wagon, with hoards across for seats. In we pile. Crack goes the whip, and we are off, a merry party enough as we hold on to one another for dear life, to keep from being jolted out. ‘Ohl what a bump!’ But what matters a hump when the heart is light; and we wake the echoes with song and glee.

\Ve are all starving when we reach camp, and culinary opera— tions are soon in full swing.

All shortcomings are overlooked or made light of. If anyone puts salt in his tea, or drinks vinegar for lime-juice, the mistake increases the fun; but when the coffee won't pour, and an investi- gation discloses a chicken inside, the climax is reached. After that all are sobergbecause they cannot laugh any more—wand lie around in picturesque confusion, enjoying a shady rest in the heat of the day. Some swing in hammocks, novel in hand, but perhaps not in thought, for the novelty of the situation exceeds that of the story. Some have a quiet gai‘ne of cards‘a log for table. The lazy man sleeps the sleep of peace, till wakened by the cry of Kitty, the ener- getic member of the party, who exclaims ‘Oh, dear! I did not come here to sleep! I'm off to explore. If only I were on the opposite side,’ with a longing glance across the water. Cousin Will gal- lantly comes to her assistance; and taking her up like a feather, is soon in mid-stream. ‘Quick! snap them!’ cries Florence, ‘and we will send the picture to \Vill's best girl’; while plump Fanny, with her 150 pounds avoirdupois, looks longingly on.

At evening we drink a cup of tea and look to our fishing gear. Flies, rods, and baskets are put in order. All clothing of any value

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