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Show HER MAIDEN FEARS. "Goorgo." Thoro was nn anxiety lust a llttlo of It in tho girl's tono. "What Is It, lovo?" "I rend somothlng In tho paper that alarmed me." "What was It?" "Nlngara Falls aio wearing away at tho rato of more thnn 12 Inches n year, and In tho courso of eomo hundreds of yenrs will bo gone entirely." "What of Hint?" "You know, It Is such n delightful placo at which to spend a honeymoon." "Yea." "I had set my heart on going .there on our honeymoon." "Y-O-O-B." "Wo have been engaged four years now." "About thnt longth of tlmo." She Inld her head on his chnuldor nnd Bobbed. "In thnt tlmo boo-hoo fully CO Inches of the fnlls Imvo been worn awny boo-hoo nnd I'm nfrnld they'll nil ho gono boforo before oh, dear, wlint am I snylng?" "Never mind, lovo," said Goorgo tenderly, ten-derly, aa ho kissed hor cheeks. "Don't cry. Wo'll go before tho falls nro worn nway. How would noxt September Septem-ber Btllt?" "That will do nicely, sweothcart." And Bho wna happy ngaln. Itoynl Magazine |