Joseph In Jeopardy

JOSEPH IN JEOPARDY -- 1912, -- . NEVER a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suEuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her. . Some one charm the world unknows Precious to a muser, Haply what, ere years were foes, Moved her mate to choose her. - JOSEPH IN JEOPARDY CHAPTER I - FROM the tower of St. Chrysostom on the Hill the wedding bells pealed gaily. It was a squat stone church, of early Victorian architecture, admirably suited to the congre- gation from Fitzjohns Avenue and its vicinity, that was just now converging from every point of the compass to the interesting ceremony the bells proclaimed. The porch that was neither Gothic nor Norman, but had a reminis- cence of either, was somewhat concealed by an awning. A strip of carpet, like the coat of a soldier who has never been under fire, seemed redly expectant of the coming fusillade of rice. Two constables now guarded its immaculate surface busying themselves in keeping back half a dozen stragglers, women with babies, errand boys, and other typical idlers to whom the spectacle of the streets presents itself as a per- petual free entertainment, an irresistible beguilement from labour. Soon after the bells had begun to peal and the foot pas- sengers to arrive, carriage after carriage pulled up before the strip of red carpet, and from yellow-wheeled coupb, private carriages with hired horses, hansoms and taxi-cabs, issued fashionable young ladies from Maida Vale and Carl- ton Hill, from Hamilton Terrace and Abbey Road. The young ladies were accompanied by portly mammas, in suit- able bonnets and lavender gloves by papas who had either hurried back from the city under urgent entreaty, or had missed the office altogetherfor this one eventful occasion by uncles whose frockcoats and buttonholes were as promi- nent as their aldermanic paunches. It was all to do honour to that great man, Amos Juxton, who this day was giving his only daughter in marriage to young Dennis Passiful, the parsons adopted son, the or- phaned youngster for whom he, and 0 many of the wor- shippers at St. Chrysostom, had put their hands into their pockets nearly two-and-twenty years ago. Amos Juxton was easily the richest man in the district. He was also the most important not because he had the largest, grandest, most extensive and expensive of the bloated overgrown villas that have procured for Fitzjohns Avenue the designation of the Fifth Avenue of North West London not because he owned more motors, had a bigger garden, and a more elaborate establishment than any other London plutocrat who was content outside Mayfair but because he was a man with a striking personality, of whom any neighbourhood might well be proud a self- made man, whose business was philanthropy and whose philanthropy was business. Amos Juxton was the author of the Away With House- keeping advertisements, No More Use For Kitchen Stoves, The Emancipation of Women At Last, and other legends equally intoxicating to the feminine middle- class mind. These legends are familiar to us all their great author is hardly less well known. Every hoarding that proclaims the advantages of Juxtons Limited ex- hibits the features of its founder. Through full pages, heavily leaded, in all the great dailies, through reiterated pictorial insistence in all the Illustrated Weeklies, through Sky Signs, Transparencies and Floating Balloons, we have iearnt to appreciate the universalblessings conferred by Juxtons Limited. Pure Cooked Food Hot and Hot. Three Daily Meals For Small Annual Subscription...