come while
the rainbow still sparkled on her wine of life, ere a single petal had
fallen from her rose of joy. Long life was before all the others who
trysted that night in the old homestead orchard; but Cecily's maiden
feet were never to leave the golden road.

CHAPTER XXXI. THE LAST NUMBER OF OUR MAGAZINE

EDITORIAL

It is with heartfelt regret that we take up our pen to announce that
this will be the last number of Our Magazine. We have edited ten numbers
of it and it has been successful beyond our expectations. It has to be
discontinued by reason of circumstances over which we have no control
and not because we have lost interest in it. Everybody has done his or
her best for Our Magazine. Prince Edward Island expected everyone to do
his and her duty and everyone did it.

Mr. Dan King conducted the etiquette department in a way worthy of the
Family Guide itself. He is especially entitled to commendation because
he laboured under the disadvantage of having to furnish most of the
questions as well as the answers. Miss Felicity King has edited our
helpful household department very ably, and Miss Cecily King's fashion
notes were always up to date. The personal column was well looked after
by Miss Sara Stanley and the story page has been a marked success under
the able management of Mr. Peter Craig, to whose original story in
this issue, "The Battle of the Partridge Eggs," we would call especial
attention. The Exciting Adventure series has also been very popular.

And now, in closing, we bid farewell to our staff and thank them one and
all for their help and co-operation in the past year. We have enjoyed
our work and we trust that they have too. We wish them all happiness
and success in years to come, and we hope that the recollection of
Our Magazine will not be held least dear among the memories of their
childhood.

(SOBS FROM THE GIRLS): "INDEED IT WON'T!"

OBITUARY

On October eighteenth, Patrick Grayfur departed for that bourne whence
no traveller returns. He was only a cat, but he had been our faithful
friend for a long time and we aren't ashamed to be sorry for him. There
are lots of people who are not as friendly and gentlemanly as Paddy was,
and he was a great mouser. We buried all that was mortal of poor Pat in
the orchard and we are never going to forget him. We have resolved
that whenever the date of his death comes round we'll bow our heads and
pronounce his name at the hour of his funeral