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The Night Boat from Boulogne. 51 “How stupid of me! Frank, I never thought of that. I searched his bag and took everything. I am not a good detective yet. Never mind ; come and tell Mr. Harris. I have so much to tell you.” Need we say that Mr. Harris was as much impressed with Janet’s pluck as was her husband. “Tt was fortunate I did tell my wife,” said Frank Hulse to Mr. Harris when they parted. “My dear fellow, she’s one in a thousand! By the way, what about your trip to Paris?” The young pair shook their heads; they didn’t want to go back there! But before the next summer was over Mr. and Mrs. Hulse went to Switzerland in grand style, for Frank was now “Co.” in the firm of Milsom and Harris. THE MILESTONE. MEN and women, a shifting crowd, we hasten by ; Less changeful moves a summer cloud across the sky. But firmly by the broad highway Is set the milestone worn and gray. Let him who will its legend read, Or idly glance or scorn to heed ; Yet it whispers to everyone, Just so much of the journey done. Just so much of the journey done ere falls the night ; Tired feet their way have hither won, and footsteps light. Here troop the children warm with play, Here fondly dreaming lovers stray. Fair as young hope do buds of spring About the ancient milestone cling ; Still it marks in the morning sun, Just so much of the journey done. Soft and slow like a mourner’s tears there falls the rain ; Through misty half-forgotten years love looks in vain. Grief-laden showers, ye may not raise The withered flowers of other days ; Yours will it rather be to shrine The bow whose promise 1s divine, When at last in the setting sun, The milestone tells the journey done. SYDNEY GREY, GomiilGaooks im