A Love Map

"Annabel," cried a Hariein mother over the banisters, as she heard the front door close. "Yes, mamma," replied a sweet girlish voice, aad Anna.tel Googan slowly framed herself in the darkness of the staircase. "Was that Mr. Tinberry, Annabel?" "It was, mamma." "Do you know that it is 20 minutes past 11?" came in cold tones from the wrappered figure in the upper hall. "Mamma, we hadn't the slightest idea it was so late," said the yojng lady, earnestly. "You see," ehe ontinued, "Mr. Tinberry has been telling me aboijt China and Japan. He said everybody ought to Enow about the war, and it was so interesting we never thought how late it was getting. Do you know, mamma," added the sweet girl, as she reached the landing, "that in Chjna thjW "Dkl Mr. Tinberry draw a map of China oñ your face, Annabel?" asked Mrs. Googan, sternly. "Why, mamma?" said the daughter In startled tones, The young girl rüshed 'to a mirror and saw with horror-streken glance that the left side of her face was streaked and stained with ink. "Heaven and earth," she screamed, "his fountain pen must have leaked into his waistcoat pocket!" and with a shriek of horror the beautiful girl feil