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346 In the Dead of Night. . died, frozen to death. Doubtless his death had been a painless one, but none the less, as he himself would have said, was Kester St. George his murderer. Gloved though he was, it was not without a feeling of indescribable loathing that Kester could bring himself to touch the body. But it was absolutely necessary to do so. The paper he had come in quest of was in the breast pocket of the dead man’s coat. It did not take him long to find it. Having made sure that he had got the right docu- ment, he fastened it up in the breast pocket of his own coat. ‘“ Nowl am safe!” he said to himself. Then he took off his gloves and buried them carefully under a large stone. Then with one last glance at the body, he slunk hurriedly away, cursing in his heart the daylight that was now creeping up so rapidly from the east. In the clear light of dawn the foul deed he had done looked a thousand times fouler than it had looked before. (Zo be concluded.) THE MAGNOLIA. STAINLESS white petals ! Chalice of spicery, Corolla of snow ! | Fit for a queen ! Gold in the centre, | Crowning a column All richness and glow : | Of exquisite green : Bath for Titania Cup to be held in Of crystalline dew, | The hand of a bride, Couch to lull Oberon | * Pure as thy perfume, Under the blue. | An emperor’s pride ! Cradle for humming-bird ! | Flower to be laid on Butterfly’s nest ! | _ The cross by a tomb ! Fountain of nectar | Type of the spirit ' For honey-bees’ quest ! In Paradise—bloom ! , Goblet for Ganymede, Therefore I gather thee, Full of the wine , Lovely and pure ; Brewed by Aurora Speak from this graveyard With fingers divine ! . Of joys that endure ! JANE Dixon. GEomicbooks.com