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I PAGE Mf THE PINEHURST. OUTLOOK 8 FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS i , PI 4 . H ' 4? '- v : ' ? via - vi r n 5 I? : Ji ' 4 .fill fit! XTbe Sborebam, .wwn8ton, . . wivr rvivvvivint AMERICA!! AND EUROPEAN PLAN. Absolutely Fireproof Located in the most fashionable part of the city anl within five minutes walk of the Executive Mansion, Treasury, State, Why and Kavy Departments. 3obn Z. Devine, (Proprietor. VEUVE CHAFFARD PORE OLIVE OIL IN HONEST BOTTLES rm t'ffl V fe ' Full Quart Fall Pints Fall Half Pint ?ARK & TlLFORD, NEW YORK. S. S. Pierce co, BOSTON. Mr. Albert H. Chaffee's Annual Exhibition and Sale of MaXer Colors and Raphael Prints. At HOLLY INN, Pinehurst, Friday and Saturday, Feb. 22 and 23. The CAROLINA, Monday February 25. THE CHAFFEE STUDIO - - - WORCESTER. MASS. Floasle'N Virthtluy Partj. AMMA was preparing for Ha party for it was Flos sie's birthday and all was excitement. Two o'clock was the hour set. A dozen little guests had been invited all of whom were sure to be present for Flossie's many friends knew that her birthday parties were always occasions long to be remembered ; merry frolics and royal feasts. While mamma was busy decorating the parlor and dining-room Flossie decided to make her own little room more at tractive by adding some odd bits of fur niture and bric-a-bric from the store room in the attic. She. did not pay a word to her mamma about it, but de cided to surprise her when the little guests should be taken into her room to lay oil' their hats, hoods and wraps. The room was already pretty enough to suit the taste of any little miss, for it was all in blue, white and gold, with the dainti est of curtains, and the softest of rugs. But on a special occasion like one's birth- of furniture, battered boxes and trunks and cast-off picture frames and Xric-a-brac littered the place. Flossie began to search about for the desired candlesticks which she remem bered having seen on top of a packing box, but nowhere were they to be found now. The fur rug was there, but more than anything else Flossie wanted the candlesticks. After searching in every box and trunk and turning up things in general in her hunt for them, Flossie remembered that there were many things packed in a great closet which was built in the dark ends of the storeroom. Thit her went Flossie, climbing over boxes and heaps of debris to the peril of her little neck, but reaching the closet in safet'. A heavy door shut the contents from sight, but Flossie lifted the rusty hook which secured it from the outside and pulled it open. All ! There on a high shelf stood the longed-for and much-admired candle sticks, a goodly covering of dust hiding their gilt bands and red flowers. But some soap and water would make them A SAD, SAD STORY. Dear little puppy dog ; what makes liim feel so sad ? 'Tis 'cause he's lost Lis master; now isn't that too bad ! day Flossie felt that some extra touches were needed here and there. She had seen in the storeroom a great gray fur rug which mamma had said was " shed ding " and unfit to longer hold its place in front of the library grate. It could not do any harm for one afternoon lying on the floor of her room, just in front of the little white iron bed on which her small guests would put their wraps. Then there were a pair of huge old candlesticks which her papa had picked up at a curio shop, but which her mamma always laughed at and had relegated to the attic as unsightly things. But to Flossie they were " perfectly elegant " with their gilt bands and gay red flowers twining up their narrow stems. On her white mantelriece they would look most artistic, so thought the little Flossie. . After running on some errands for her mamma, Flossie slipped from the dining room, where mamma was still busy with the table, and went up to the attic store room. It was cold and dusty and dark, for seldom did anyone save the servants go up there. Old carpets, broken pieces as beautiful as new again. Flossie climbed on a box to reach her prizes, when the heavy door swung shut with a bang. Flossie was in total darkness, and was obliged to get down from the box carefully lest she step into a basket of old-time glassware. When she reached the door she pushed against it in vain. The rusty hook which she had lifted and which she had left in a raised posi tion, it being too stiff with rust to be dropped backward had fallen into the iron staple which now held it secure. Flossie vainly threw the weight of her little body against the door, it did not shake it in the least. Then she began to call out as loudly as she could, but her weak and frightened voice died away faintly inside the great, thickTwalled closet that was most terrifying in its darkness. Oh, what should she do? Away up there in the attic where no one would ever dream of her being and locked in the close, dark, cold closet whose thick door and walls , would not allow her feeble voice to reach those on the first floor. She knew her , mother would call her,
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