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She soon entered thevstation-house and was locked up in a. narrow cell. She heard the grating of the key in the lock with a sense of relief, feeling that she had at least lfound a. place of temporary refuge and security. A hard board was the only couch it possessed, but the thought of sleep did not enter her mind. Sitting down she buried her face in her hands and rocked buck and forth in agony and distraction until day dawned. At lust, some one she felt she could not raise her eyes to his faceâ€" brought her some breakfast and coffee. She drank the letter, but left the food untested. Finally, she was led to the sergeant’s priv- ate room and told that she must give an account of herself. “ If you can’t or won’t tell uelesu' story,” the officer threatened, “you'll have to go before the justice in Open court, and he may commit you to prison‘ If you’ll tell the truth now, it mnv he that I can discharge you. You have no business to be wandering about the streets like a vagrant or worse ; but if you were a. stranger or lost and hadn’t sense enough to go where you’d be cared for, 1 can let you £991 “ Well, well, the sergeant will see what can be done in the morning. You’ve been up to some foolishness I suppose, and you’d better tell the whole story to the sergeant.” “Haven’t you a friend or acquaintance in town?" “ Not one that I can go to l” “ Why don’t you tell me your story? Then I’ll know what to do, and perhaps can help you. You don’t look like a. depraved woman.” a “I‘m not. (led knows I’m not.’ ‘“ \Vell, my poor woman, I’ve got to act in View of what I know, not what (Rod knows.” “If I tell my story will I have to give Stefuding before him wringing her hands, She moaned, “ I have no home I" “ Where did you come from ‘3" “ 0h ! I can’t tell you. Take me to any glace where a woman will be safe." “I can’t take you to anyplace now but the station-house.” “ But can I be alone there? I won't be put with anybody ‘3" “ No, not of course not. You’ll be better off there. Come along. ’Tain’t far.” She walked beside him without a word. “ You’d better tell me something of your Story. Perhaps I can do more for you in the morning. you 0.” “5h 1” said Alida, again wringing her Emmis and looking at the oflicer with eyes so full of misery and fear that he began to soften, “I don’t know where to go.” At last, a. policeman said grufiiy, “You’ve passed me twice. You can’t be roaming the streets at this hour of night. Why don’t you go home ‘5” “ I can‘t. I’m a stranger. I haven’t any friends in town. ” “ But you ought to tell it, my poor wo- man. You ought to sue the 1mm for dam- ages mud send him to prison.” “I can’t do that, but I’ll tell you tho truth. I will swear it on the Bible. I married some one. A good minster married us. The man deceived me. He was already married, and last night his wife came to my happy home and proved before the man whom I thought my husband that I was no wife at all. He couldn’t, didn‘t deny it. 0h ! 0h ‘. oh !” and she again rocked back and forth in uncontrollableanguish. “That’s all,” she added brokenly. “ I had no right to be near him or her any longer and I rush ml out. 1 don’t remember much more. My lbrain seemed on fire. I just walked and Walked till I was brought here.” “That's What every one will think, but tit don’t seem to me that 1 did. It’s a long story, and I can’p tell it.” H“ No, no,” cried Alida, passionately. “ I don‘t; want to see him again and I won’t go to a court before people unless I am dragged the 'e.” The sergeant looked up at the policeman who had arrested her and said, “ This story is 1107177 conformy to any thing you saw ‘1” names ‘2” “ Well, well,” said the. sergeant, sympa- thetically, “you have been treated badly, outrageously, but you are not to blame unâ€" lcss you Illarried the man hastily and foolish- Ky.” “ No, sir, she was wandering about and seemed half out of her mind.” “ Well, then, I can let you go.” “ But I don’t know where to go,” she re- plied, looking at; him with hunted, hollow eyes. “I feel as if I were going to be sick. Please don‘t turn me into the streets. I’d tether go back to the cell.” lef‘Thut won’t answer. There’s no place that I can send you to except the poor- »house. Haven’t you any money ?” “ No, not necessarily. It would be best though.” _> “No, sir. I just rushed away and left every thing when I learned the truth.” I” “ Tom V‘Vatterly’s hotel is the only place for her,” said the policeman, with a. nod. “ Oh, I can’t go to a. hotel.” “ He means the elmshouse,” explained the sergeant. “ \Vhat is your name Y” ' ‘7A1idaâ€"that’s all flow. Yes, I’m a pau- rper and I can‘t work just yet. I’ll be safe there, Wop)? I ‘3” there, Won’t I ‘3” “ Certainly, safe as if in your mother’s house.” “Well, I am sorry for you," said the sergeant, kindly. “’Tain’t often we have so sad 3. case as yours. If you say so, I’ll send for Tom \Vatterly, and he and his Wife Will take charge of you. After a few days, your mind will get quieter and clearer, 8.nd then you’ll prosecute the man who wronged you.” “Oh, mother, mother; thank God, you are dead." “ I’ll go to the poor~house until I can do better,” she replied wearily. “ Now, if you please, I’ll return to my cell, where I can be alone.” ‘Wattcl‘ly'WaS telegraphed to come down "with a. conveyance, for the almslmuse was in a. suburb. In due time he appeared, and was briefly told Alida’s story. He swore a little at the “ mean cuss,” the author of all the trouble, and then took the stricken wo- man to what all his acquaintances facetious~ riy termed his “ hotel.” “Oh, we can give you a better room than that,” said the sergeant. “\‘how her into the waiting room, Tim. If you prosecute, we can help you with our testimony. Goodâ€" by, and may you have better days 1” A WOLF IN THE FOLD. CHAPTER X.â€"â€"(C0NTINUED.) A DOMESTIC STORY WITH A MORAL. Being an early riser, he was up with the sun rose so serenely and smiled so benignly that Holcroft’s clouded brow cleared in spite of all that happened or could take place. The rain which had brought such discomfort the night before had settled the ground and made it comparatively firm to his tread. The southern breeze which fanned his cheek was so soft as the air of May. He remem- bered that it was Sunday and that beyond feeding his stock and milking he would have nothing to do. He exulted in the unusual mildness and thought, with an immense sense of relief, “ I can stay out doors nearly all day." He resolved to let his help kindle the lire and get breakfast as best they could, and to keep out of their way. “’hat ever changes the future might bring, he would have one more long day in rambling about his fields and thinking over the past, feeling that there need be no haste about anything, he leisurely inhaled the air, fra- grant from springing grass, and listened with a vague, undefined pleasure to the ecstatic music of the bluebirds, songvsparâ€" rows, and robins. If anyone had asked him why he liked to hear them he would have replied, “ I’m used to ’em. \Vhen they come I know that plowing and planting time is near.” It must be admitted that Holcroft’s enjoy- ment of spring was not very far removed from that of the stock in his barnyard. All the animal creation rejoices in the returning sun and warmth. A subtle, powerful in- fluence sets the blood in more rapid motion, kindles new desires and awakens a glad ex- pectancy. All that is alive becomes more thoroughly alive and existence in itself is a pleasure. Spring had always brought to the farmer quiekened pulses, renewed ac- tivity and hopefnlness, and he was pleased to find that he was not so old and cast down that his former influence had spent itself. Indeed, it seemed that never before had his fields, his stock and outdoor work rand these Comprised Nature to him-â€"been so attractive. 'l'hey remained unchanged, amid the sad changes which had clouded his life, and his heart elunsr more tenacious- ly than ever to old scenes and occupations. They might not bring him happiness again, but he instinctively felt that they might insure a comfort and peace with which he could be content. In the general consciousness, nature is regarded as feminine, and even those who love her most will have to adopt Mrs. Mumpson’s oft expressed opinion of the sex, and admit that she is sometimes a. “peculiar female” During the month of March, in which our story opens, there was scarcely any limit to her varying Inoods. It would almost appear that she was taking a mys- terious interest or not, one might be at a loss to decide. \Vhen she caught him away from house, she pelted him with the coldest of rain and made his house, with even Mrs. Mumpson and Jane abiding there, seem a refuge. In the morning after the day on which he had brought, or in a sense had carted Mrs. \Vigginsto his domicile, Nature was evidently bent on instituting contrasts between herself and the rival phases of femininity with which the farmer was com- pelled to associate. It may have been that she had another motive and was determined to keep her humble worshipper at her feet, and to render it impossible for him to make the changes towards which he had felt him- self driven. At last, he went to the barn and began his work, doing every thing slowly, and get- ting all the solace he could from the tasks. The horses whinnied their welcome and he rubbed their noses caressingly as he fed them. The cows came briskly to the rack in which he foddered them in pleasant weather, and when he scratched them be- tween the horns they turned their mild, Juno-like eyes upon him with undisguised affection. The chickens, clamoring for their breakfast, followed so closely that he had to be careful where he stepped. Al- though he knew that all this good-will was based chiefly 0n the hope of food and the re- memln‘anee of it in the pest, nevertheless it soothed and pleased him. He was in sympathy “ith‘this homely life ; it belonged to him and was dependent on him ; it made him honest returns for his care. Moreover, it was agreeably linked with the past. There were quiet cows which his wife had milked, clucking biddies which she had lift- ed from nests with their downy broods. He looked at them wistfully, and was wonder- ing if they ever missed the presence that he regretted so deeply, when he became eon- scious that Jane’s eyes were upon him. How long she had been watching him, he did not know, but she merely said, “ Breakfast’s ready,” and disappeared. With asigh he went to his room to per- form his ablutions, remembering with a. sli ht pang how his wife always had a basin an towel leady for him in the kitchen. In the breaking up of just such homely customs, he was continually reminded of his loss. On awakening to the light of this Sabbath morning, Mrs. Mumpson had thought deep~ ly and reasoned everything over a ain. She felt that it must be an eventfu day and there was much to be accomplished. In the first there was Mrs. \Viggins. She dis spproved of her decidedly. “She isn’t the sort of person that 1 would prefer to super- intend, ’ she remarked to Jane while ma-K ing a toilet which she deemed befitting the day, “and the hour will assuredly come when Mr. Holeroft will look upon her in the light that I do. He will eventually realize that I cannot be brought in such close relationship with a pauper. Not that the relationship is exactly close, but then I shall have to speak to heriin brief, to superintend her. My eyes will be ofl'ended by her vast pro- portions and uncouth appearance. The floor creaks beneath her tread and ail‘ects my nerves seriously. Of course, while she 1s here, I shall zealously, as befits one in my responscrble position, try to render useful such service she can perform. But then, the fact that I disapproved of her must soon become evident. “‘hen it is discovered that I only tolerate her, there will be a change. I cannot show my disapproval very stroneg to-day, for this is a day set apart for sacred things, and Mrs. Viggins, as she called her- self,â€"I cannot imagine a Mr. Viggins, for no man in his senses could have married such a creature,â€"as I was saying, Mrs. Vig» gins is not at all sacred and I must endeavor ‘to abstract my mind from her till to-mor‘ ‘ row, as far as posserble. My first duty to- CHAPTER XI. HBAFFLED. “ The hidee,” she grumbled of ’avin’ sich a little trollop round hunder my feet 1” Jane therefore solaced herself by the “ cheap girl” till her mother appeared. During the period in which Mrs. Mump- son had indulged those lofty reflections and self-coznmunings, Mrs. Wiggins had also arisen. I am not sure whether she had thought of anything in particular or not. She may have had some spiritual longings which were not becoming to any day of the week. Being a. woman of deeds, rather than of thought, probably not much else occurred to her beyond the duty of kindling the fire and getting breakfast. Jane came down, and oilered to assist, but was cleared out with no more scruple than if Mrs. \Vigâ€" gins had been one of the much visited relatives. MrsfMopson sailed majestically in and took the rocking-chair, mentally thankful that it had survived the crushing weight imposed upon it the evening before, Mrs. \Yiggins did not drop a courtesy. Indeed, not a Sign of recognition past over vast, immobile face,. Mrs. Mulnpson was a lit- tle embarrassed. “I hardly know how to comfort myself towards that female,” she thought. “She is utterly uncouth. Her manners are unmistekeebly those of a pau- per. I think I will ignore her to-day. I do not wish my feelings ruiiled or put out of harmony with the sacred duties and motives which actuate me.” “ If Mrs. Viggins cannot get breakfast, I would like to know what she is here for,” continued Mrs. Mumpson, loftin and re- gardless of Jane’s departure. “I shall decline to do menial work any longer, espe- cially on this sacred day, and after I have made my toilet for church. Mr. Holcroft has had time to think. My disanproval was manifest last night and it has undoubt- edly occurred to him that he has not con- formed to the proprieties of life. Indeed, I almost fear I shall have to teach him what the proprieties of life are. He witnessed my emotion when he spoke as he should not have spoken to me. But I must make allowances for his unreqenerate state. He was coldl and wet, and hungry last, night and men are unreasonable at such times. I shall now heap coals of fire upon his head. [shall show that Iam a meek, forgiving Christian woman, and he will relent, soften and become patient. Then will be my op- portunity,” and she descended to the arena. which should witness her efforts. Mrs. Mumpson therefore rocked gently, solemnly, and strange to say, silently, and Mrs. \Viggins also proceeded with her duties, but not in silence, for every thing in the room trembled and clattered at her tread. Suddenly, she turned on Jane and said, “ ’Ere, you little baggage, go and tell the master 11335.. fast’s ready.” “ Ye’re vat ‘3” “My child, my daughter, who is not a. pauper, but the ofi’ipring of a. most respec- terble woman and respecterbly connected. I’m amazed, I’m dumbfounded, I’m”â€" salt '3 “ Jane, I forbid”â€"but it had not taken Jane half a. minute to decide between the now jarring domestic powers; and hence- forth she would be at Mrs. VViggins’a beck and call. “ She can do somethin’,” the child muttered as she stole upon Holcroft. “ Ye’re a’bit daft, hi’m thinkin’." Then to_Ja_1}e, "Vy don’t ye go un’ hearn ye’re day is to induce Mr. Holeroft to take us to c ureh. It; will give the people of Oakville such a pleasing impression to see us driving to church. Of course, I may fail. Mr. Holcroft is evidently a. hardened man. All the influences of his life have been adverse to spiritual development, and itmay require some weeks of my influence to soften him and awaken yearnings for what he has not yet known.” “ He may be yearnin' for breakfast,” Jane remarked, completing her toilet by tying her little pig<tail braid with some- thing that had once been a. bit of black rib- bon, but was now a string. “ You’d better come down soon and help.” Mrs. Mumpson sunk hack in her chair, but her mode of rocking betokened a. per- turbed spirit. “ I will restrain myself till to-morrow and then”â€" She shook her head portentously and waited till the farmer ap- peared, feeling assured that Mrs. \Viggins would soon he taught to recognize her sta- tion. \thn breakfast was on the table she darted to her place behind the coffeepot, for she felt that there was' no telling what this awful Mrs. Wiggins might not assume during this day of seared restraint. But the ex-puuper had no thought of presumption in her master’s presence, and the rockingâ€" chair again distracted Mrs. Mumpson’s nerves as it c reaked under an unwanted weight. Holcroft took his seat in silence. The widow again bowed her head devoutly, and sighed deeply when observing that the farm- er ignored ner suggestion. “I trust that you feel refreshed after your repose,” she said benignly. “ I do.” “It is a. lovely morning,â€"â€"a morning, I may add, befitting the sacred day. Nature is at eace, and suggests that we and all shoul be at peace._” “ There’sLnothing I like more, Mrs. Mumfspnz upless it is quiet.’_’_ “I feel that way, myself. You don’t know what restraint I have put upon myself that the sacred quiet of this day might not be disturbed. Ihave had strong prover- cation since Ientered this apartment. I willforbeer to speak of it: till to-morrow, in order that there may be quietness and that our minds may be prepared for worship. I feel that it would be unseemly for us to enter a. house of worship with thoughts of strife in our souls. At precisely what mo- ment do you Wish me to be ready for church 7" “ 1 don’t want to go to cousin Lemuel’s, nor to church, nuthel',” Jane protested. “ I am not going to church, Mrs. Mump» son.” “(You and Jame certainlyrhavc a right to go to church, and since it is your wish, I’ll take you down to Lemuel \Veeks’s and you can go with them." “Not going to church! Iâ€"Iâ€"‘scarcely understand. \Vorship is such a. sacred duty“_’# “ Why, Mr. llolcroft,” began the widow, sweetly, “after you’ve once harnessed up it will take but a little longer to keep on to the meetinghouse. It would appear so seemly for us to drive thither, as a matter of uourse. It would be what the commu- nerty expects of us. This is not our (law, that we should spend it carnally. \Ve should be spiritually minded. We should put away things of earth. Thoughts of business and 97) t: Lg “You will not so demean yourself. I wish you to have no relations whatever with that female in the kitchen. If you had proper selflrespect you would never speak to her again.” _-V . . . . . TI' -r u 7.“,1, Mrs. Mumpson now resolved upon a dif- ferent line of tactics. Assuming a, lofty, spiritual air, she commanded Jame to light a. fire in the parlor, and retired thither with the rocking chair. The elder widow looked after her and ejaculated, “Vell, hif she hain’t the craziest loou hi hever ’eard talk. Hif she vas blind she might ’3’ seem that the master didn’t vent hauy sich lecturin’ clack.” Having kindled the fire, the child was about to leave the room when her mother interposed, and said solemnly, “Jane, sit (10ng and keep Sunday.” u- 1 an “5 351E057 {o 1121}; Mia. Wiggins, if she’ll let me.” “ \Ve nin’l visitin‘ here. If I can’t work in-(loors I’ll tell him I’ll work out~doors._” “ It’s not proper for you to work today. I want you to sit in the corner and learn the Fifth Commandment.” “Ain’t you goin’ to cousin Lemuel’s ‘3” “ 01) mature reflection, I have decided to remain at home.” “Veryrwelll Mrs: Mumpaon, you and your conscience are quits. You have used all your influence. I will do as I sai(l,â€"â€"take you t) Lemuel \Veeks’s and you can go to church with his faimily. _ _ ‘ . r .. r. , , Holcroft did not stay to listen and was soon engaged in the morning milking. J ane flatly declared that; she would not go to cousin Lemuel’s or to church. “ It don’t do me no good, nor you, nusher,” she sul- lenly declared to her mother. - < d k ‘ w , 351‘ “ I thought you would if you had any sense left. You know Well enough we ain’t wanted down there. 1’11 go tell him not to hitch up.” --- ... .. . ~ rru , ,, “ V-Vgli, I will permit you to do so. Then return to your Sunday task.” (T0 ms COFTIXUED). any unnecessary toil should be abhorrent. [have often thought that there was too much milking done on Sunday among farm- ers. I know they say it is essential, but they all seem so prone to forget that but one thingis needfvl. I feel it borne in upon my mind, Mr. Holcroft, that I should plead with you to attend divine worship and seek an uplifting of your thoughts. You have no idea how differently the day may end, or what emotions may be aroused if you place yourself under the droppings of the sanct iary. ” - v. .. .. l u -1 A CAP. Dmvmc‘s FATE. “ You fellah,” he exclaimed as he follow- ed the street car down Queen Street and shook his fish at the driver. “ \Vhat ails you ?” was the gruff query. “Behold me 1 See this collahâ€"this shirt;â€" bosomâ€"these pawnts l” w -.‘ “ I see. You have been splashed with muL . ” “ And you did it, sahâ€"you are the fellah! I was crossing the street back heah and was about to meet a pwety gurlâ€"a. pwety gurl, sub, and she would have returned my bwow, Bahâ€"my bwow, when you came along with your old canary-colored vehicle and dashed this mud over me#over me, sah '2” “ And you didn’t get to bow to the girl?” “ No, sah, of course not? How could I, ah, when I was made welliculous in her eyes? And it was you, sahâ€"you are the fellah E” “ \Vell, what of that Y” “Nothing, Bahâ€"nothing except that I shall nevah, recognize you as a gentleman, sahrineveh, seh I I shall give you the cold outAthe direct cold out, 5311 1” __,. “ I’m like Jane, I don’t wish to go,” said Mr. Holcroft, nervously. “ But, my dear Mr. Holcroft,”â€"the farm- er fidgcted under this address,â€"“ the very, essence of true religion is to do what we don’t wish to do. We are to mortify the flesh and thwart the carnal mind. The more thorny the path of self-denial is, the more certain it’s the right path. I’ve al- ready entered upon it," she continued, turnâ€" ing a. momentary glare upon Mrs. Wiggins. “ N war before was a. respecterble woman so harrowed and outraged; but I am calm; I am endeavoring to maintain a frame of mind suiterble to worship, and I feel it my boun- den duty to impress upon you that Worship is a. necessity to every human being. My conscience would not acquit me if I did not use all my influence"â€" .. -- -. , "J _____ _. “Igut cousin Labâ€"Eel is also painfully bligdrto his _s‘p_iritual interesg’lâ€" a ,,,, HE COULD WRITE. This is the way he told it at police head quar'tgrsuthg qther day. : u 1 “Vhell, I Vhas in mine place, you know, und a feller comes in und says : ‘ Mister Blank, I make a. bet aboudt you shust now. ”’ “ ‘ Vhas dot so ‘3’ “ ‘ Yes ; I make a. bet dot you can write your name.’ U “ ‘ Of course I can write my name ! Does somgggflx‘take me fo‘r a. fool !’ “ ‘AVhéll, you put him down on dis piece of paggrgné I mgke fife dollar.‘ “Vhell, I write my name on his paper und he goes off und I doan’ see him any more. Yesterday I get some notice from a bank dot at note for feefty dollar vhas due. I come down town und finds a. note mit my name on der back. It vhas der paper on which Iwrote my name.” “ Well ?” “ Vhell, dot vhas all, except dot I vhas a fool, und if you catch him I gif one hooner- ed dollar to keep my name oudt of (191‘ papers.” “ The lies these confounded newspapers publish about me,” said an angry politician, “ argenough‘to make a man eiek._’_’ 7“Not? complain because they publish lies about me ‘3” “You oilght not to complain,” was the rePIY; . “ N0 ; certainly not, What if they pub- lish truths about you '2” Little Dotâ€"Mamma, Dick is kissing me_ Mummaâ€"I am glad he likes you so well dear. you To MUCH FOR ’EM. There are no less than a Score of mind~ readers galloping around the country just now, and yet not one of them can tell what a fat man thinks as he sits down on an icy corner. They simply try on something easy. FIVE MiNUTES FOREFUN. But it isn’t w’ight.” Oh, it don’t matter, pet. What makes think it isn’t right?” ’Cause nurse told pasz so.” A \VORSE CONTINGENCY. AN IMPORTANT MATTER. All of a. sudden it came over me that she ment harsh, and I told herIno ; Bert was ax V99, good boy. 4 U u Then mamma. called me, and we went away. . . w... it. ‘ u She was younger than we a. good deal, not more than seven years old, but it was plea.- sant to go there to play with her, and to crack butternuts. When we were having our vacation up among the Franconia Hills, my mother and [5went out walking one day, and came to I. pretty red farmhouse. I told 1131‘ lthat I would come and see her again some day, and bring my brother Bert, for I knew he liked butternuts, and then she asked me a. funny question : ” Does he play hash?” and she lifted her blue eyes to mine. “ Hash I" I said. “ Is that a game ‘1" “ No; I mean does he play hash ? Some boys at our school play real hash, and I don’t like them.” Bill: the next day Bert and I took the walk all to ourselves, to visit; little} Lorfy. I This time I carried her a very pretty picture-card, a. sort of valentine, with a chubby little winged Cupid on it. I expect: ed her to admire it, but instead of that, she said,â€" \Ve stopped at it to get some water, be- causeI was so thirsty, ands. little bare- footed girl, in a. clean blue dress, opened the door. There was a rosy-faced woman spinning W001 ona spinning-wheel, and behind her there were open shelves, full of bright tins and blue~edged dishes. “ 0h shame ! I’d go and dress mo, wouldn’t you I)” There was an old starch-factory in ruins, down by the brook behind Lorry’s house, and We went there to play. The moment that door opened, it seemed as if we were looking right at a picture, for I never saw such things before, except in pictures. Lorry was the little girl, and she had a. gentle face and light flaxen hair. W'e went out on a rock and cracked butternuts, then a man came up out of a. field, and look- ed at me as if he wondered who I was. ‘ This is a little gal that’s come to play with me, pop,” said Lorry; so he said it wa_s taillight,.andeent‘iiito the barn. I was delighted, for it looked so easy, and I longed to try; but don’t you think, the minut: I took the wool and began, it all ran up in great; coarse hunches, and then it snapped off short. I felt so mortified, but the woman only laughed, and said “ I guess you’d better go and play with Lorry, while your ma. rests.” Bert stopped at a Awfiite birch tree, to strip off bark, but Larry and I 1‘an straight to the water. It wasa. beautiful brook, not very wide but pretty deep in some places, and the stones and sand had a golden-red look under the water. The woman 18]: us come in and watch her spin. She walked back and forth, holding the wool in one hand, While she turned the wheel with the other, and the wool kept spinning out a. fine thread, and winding around a little iron point in a corn-shaped. ball By-and-by the woman said, “ Would you like to spy}! l~ittl€3 ger ii’l’ . "’itnlgéigéd like a very safe place to go sail- ing, because the banks were so close each sxde. “ Let’s find something for a boat, Lorry," I said, “and then we can sail.” “ ()h, I don’t (last !” she exclaimed ; but, finally, when I found an old barrel that I thought would do, she agreed to let; me get into it, mm said she would walk along the bank by me to see me sail. "1 A” 1 "Thailand-rd floated and did not tip much so I climbed carefully in while Lorry held it for me. ’lâ€"‘lie-sniziciiifiboiled dinner, and one thing is very odd,I think,â€"-I never could eat turnips before, but I learned to like them that day. “ ]\ow let; me go 2” I said, all ready to paddle. And don’t you think, the minute she let go, the barrel pitched right over, and was half-full of water before 1 could jump any- where. I felt as if I was sinking, sinking away down, and the water splashed me and took my breath away. 1 So they helped me up to the red-house, and Bert went back to tell mother ; but Lorry’s folks kept me till after dinner, and dried all my things. I was wrapped up in & shawl and had a. beautiful visit. I did not want to leave the turnip unmat- ed on my plate when I was company, so I just made my mind up firm, and ate it all up. And now I like turnip very Woll. I guess he was going to scold me, for Bert can, scold, bnt I whispered to him nob to! forrLorrry )vou_ld think he was ” hash." ié’rry leaned ovver toward me and caught one of my hands, holding it tight, and sprenmjngpâ€" .\r ~- All] the afternoon, before I went home, Lorry’s papa. wanted her to sing a hymn for me, so she stood up by his knee and sang, in a sweet, clear, little voice: “ I think. when I read the sweet story of old. When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children as lambs to his fold, I should liked to have been with them then." I told mother all about it when I got back, and ever since then when we talk about the Franeonia. Hills, we wonder what little Lorry is (Icing._ Mamma. says she loves to think of her, growing; up in her innocent, quiet, oldiashv- ioned Way, and she wishes a great many more little girls were like Lorry. “ Como, be; 1 come quick, boy ! Nannie’s in the water I” Bert heard her and ran swiftly to us. He pulled me out and I was dripping wet. The water went chuck, (tin/wk in my shoes when I stepped. Sufi’erers are not generally aware that these diseases are contagious, or that they are due to the presence of living parasites in the lining membrane of the nose and eustschinn tubes. Microscopic research, however, has proved this to be 11 feet, and the result is that a simple remedy has been formulated whereby eetnrrh, catarrhnl deafnens and hay fever are cured in from one to three simple npplieatione made at home. A pamphlet explainng this new treatment is sent free on receipt of stamp by A. H. Dixon Ga Son, 308 King Street West Toronto. Canada. Catarrh, Catarrhal Deafness and Hay Fever. A peculiarity of the language of the Sandâ€" wich Islands is that every word ends in a vowel. People who are subject to bad breath, foul coated tongue, or any disorder of the Stomach, can at once be relieved by using Dr. Carson’s Stomach Bitters, the old and tried remedy. Ask your Druggist. YOUNG FOLKS. Lennard