The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-12-11

at her. meaning that Ellie. the pet anu baby of the establishment. must not DC leased on a subject which lay so near her heart.
 It was Geraldine who sketched out | half a dozen descriptions of the Alto gether Adorable. using big brush ana making a very effective placard; 1t was Geraldine who helped Fife in her inaul- | ries, and in going round the shops
 which were nearest to Queens House. | crescent: and 1t was Geraldine who. when the pilgrimage from one end or Queens House e-crescent to the other was completed, suggested that she | should go across and make inquiries at | No. 16.
 NO. not No. 16-not for the world"
 said Fife.
 But should only speak to the par
 lourmaid. and I have seen her several | times before"
 NO. not No. 1s. I have a feeling against it.
 Oh. if you have a feeling against 1t.
 that Is another matter | And so the sisters went into the house again. and at lunch. as had been ] the case at breakfast-time. the lost
 Maudie Marguerite was the one topic | of conversation.
 "She will come back" said Wlnifred. | with decision.
 1 she may" Fife admitted. "If she does 1t will be by accident She has
 never been in the habit of going out
 and about. and the houses are all ex- | actlv alike. Persians have not the
 same power of smell that ordinary En- glish cats have, and even if they had | this snow Is enough to obliterate any | trace that she might otherwise recog- | nise."
 | "There goes the man at No. 1s." said | Geraldine. glancing towards the win | dow.
 "Going xlt to lunch" said Winifred.
 'I must say should like to know him | who he is. what he paints. To me he | has a look of Paris about him." "A very strong look of the Quartier | Latin" cried Geraldine. However, all that day went by with | out any result from the bills which the sisters had so freely distributed. Christ
 mas morning dawned, Another night" said Fife, either | in the slush, or wet. or rain; no har- | borage but some coal hole; hungry cold, very comfortless-oh 1t is too | frightful! I can't sleep, I can't rest, l cant get the poor little thing out of
 my head. I know l shall never see her l again."
 l IL was OnTlSIHldS HlllBs Clil | in dirty London. The church bells were ringing through the snow. which was | trying very hard to make the world resplendent, and to cover up the dirt and misery of a London winter. The trees in the mOon-shaped enclosure which gave Queens HOuse-crescent It's name, were white and dainty, but the roads and pavements were in an inde- scribable state of squalid looking. half frozen mud. Christmas Day was quite spoilt for the Harkaways. The great pile of letters and parcels which arriv- ed about eleven o'clock were as dead
 Sea fruit because Fife was so unhappy at the absence of the Altogether Ado rable.
 Come, we may as well enjoy our presents" said Winifred
 "Oh, yes" chimed in Geraldine; come
 Fife. there's present for you from
 Bobby Myers"
 "Yes, I see there's something from
 Bobby Myers. I will open 1t. I won
 der if I were to put a bill in the win
 dow-what do you think?'
 "Oh. my dear, there will be nobody
 passing"
 T have a feeling that if were to put
 a bill in the window-Gerrie. write me
 bill"
 So Geraldine left her parcels and
 quickly fashioned a bill setting forth a
 brief description of the lost adorable one.
 T shall put 1t in the dining room
 window" said Efie. land then everyone who passes will read 1t. Half the shops