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ly has saved ne farthing, ror the birds . On this he dear old » cattle, the en the pig, )unt of food Putllnl casâ€" the natural e Seandina~ Don‘t give they did bui taste. ‘rse or husâ€" a. . Choose 1 not wear heir taste. a "useful"* » poor for y be "getâ€" ves pretty n vest of ices, as . yoOur uble® itally all rfl nely. and out OS@ Oe# al ke > n- ‘ul. ur ky XUW" AP it "Why did you leave the hospital ?" "I‘d secrwbbed floors long enough for nothing," Mary answered, with a tinge o!'vullennesa in her tone, thus showing that her reasoning facuities were not entirely dormant. Then, reaching out one hand, she patted Jamie softly on the shoulder and remarked: "This is a nice little chap." Mr. Carrol‘s heart leaped at her wordg. Was this a gleam of the old afâ€" fection for the child of her care manifesting itself ? ' ‘"Do you like children?" he askeq. "Yeâ€"gâ€"Iâ€"think so," said the woâ€" man, dreanily. f y a "Do you get plenty of work to do ?" questioned the gentleman, glancing at her bundle. ‘"No, sir," she sighed ; "I coulan‘t pay tho reat lagt week and the landâ€" lord said he woulan‘t wait longer than another week. "I will give you some washing to dp," sald Mr. Carrol, with sudden Insplration, "and I think I know of some one else who will also give you work." "Now will you take her in hand ?" he eagerly â€" inquired, â€" adding : "I anm sure she could tell us something very important in connection with Jamie‘s history if her _ memory could be restored." Jamie had not once spoken durâ€" inz tho interview, but he appearâ€" w1 to be greatly interested, and frequenty turned an inquiring look upon the woman as they walked on toward home. Arriving at their lodgings, Mr. Carrol qonducted Mary to his rooms, and then telling Jamie to remain there with ber for a few momeats, he went UHirectly to his old friend and helper, Dr. Field, to whom he related what had occurred. _ "Do you, sir?" and a look of inâ€" terest for a moment sprang into the poer creature‘s face. "Yes; if you will come with me to my doigingsâ€"they are not far from hozaâ€"I will make up a packâ€" age for you now," the gentleman replied. Sho gcemed to trust him instinctâ€" ively, and, turning about, signified her readiness to go with him. Dr. Field consented to do what sho could, and with a heart beating high wtih hope, Dr. Carrol returned to his rooms and conducted Mary to the scientist‘s office, telling her that while she was talking with thio lady he would make up a packâ€" age for her. Thus it happened that "Crazy Moll" became a patient of Dr. Field, who so arranged her work that she would t» obliged to come to im every few days, and at ‘the expiraâ€" tion of a month she really began to show gleams of returning intelâ€" ligence that â€" greatly _ encouraged her friends. Mr. Carrol said nothing to Jamie regarding the beliefl that the woâ€" man was his old nurse, or his hope that her mental restoration would result in his own â€" identilication, for he dil not wish to arouse his curiosity or a spirit of restlessness which would naturally follow such a disclosure, but in his heart he firmly believed that the time was not «listant when he would be able to restore the longâ€"lost child to the bosom of his family. * It was now the last week in May, amdl London was beginning to be very hot and uncomf{ortable. "Jumic, have you ever seen the sea °" Mr. Carrol inquired one mornâ€" Ing during breakfast, as a sudden longing for a glimpse of the ocean lastened itself upon him. Mr. Carrol had been _ arranging his business with a view to this rest and pleasure, for some veeks back, fecling that he had earned it, and that it would do Jamis a great deal of good. Accordingly, the folâ€" lowing morning, they set off in high spirits, and evening _ found ‘them very pleasantly located in a _quiet litlle town by the ocean, (Int Sussex County, and within walkâ€" (Ang distance of farâ€"famed Brighton. ® Several days passed, and Mr. ‘Carrol and his protege were enjoyâ€" lAng themselves to their heart‘s conâ€" Jan boal i Carrol‘s story regarding him acâ€" One motning Jamie took it into his | corded exactly with what Massrs. tRhead to hunt starâ€"{ish, and Carrol, | wellington & Hayes had told him reâ€" "meeking his favofite resort, was soon garding the mystorious disappearâ€" ,gllly absorbed in one of the leadâ€" amo®e of the heir of Worthingx Tow»r: ' magazinee o6 tie period. and his nurse; and i the facots ta "No, sirâ€"I don‘t think I _ ever have," the boy _ replied, looking slightly puzled, "but I‘ve dreamed about it lots of times and it was beautifal." * "How would vou like to go with "How would you like to go with me to the seashore for a little outing :" quastioned his friend. "I1 should love ‘to go with you anywhere, sir," sail the child, with a fond upward glance. , m "Thank you, Jamie," said Carrol, laughing. "I am sure that I have at least one true admirer in the world. Well, then. I think that â€" toâ€"morâ€" row we will go away and treat ourâ€" selres to a holiday of a week or so, and get a goed long breath of sea air." o _j_:___’. JQ&W@ of ts hand, | _ "Ah! and is this the way you are | doing that ?" questioned the baroâ€" I net, with a short laugh and a | scornful glance at the book in the | young man‘s hand and the rug from which he had .just risea. | __"Oh, we are simply taking a litâ€" ; tle muchâ€"needed restâ€"we g> back to | town the day after toâ€"morrow," Carâ€" | rot coldly explained. "You here in England!" he exâ€" claimed, in cold, bitter tones#. _ The rext instant he sprang to his feet, white as the handkerchief which ho had knotted loosely around his neck, and confronted the intruder with "uplifted head and haughty mien. He glanced up carelessly to see who war passing. "So it seems. Is there any special reason why Iâ€" should not ‘be ‘here in England‘ as well as yoursel{ ?" sarcastically responded Sir Walter Leighton, yet, nevertheless, appearâ€" ing not a little disconcerted _ upon recogrizing his companion. CHAPTER XXv. "Certainly not," gravely replied Mr. Carrol, after a moment of reflesâ€" tion; "you are, of course, free to Jamie?" queried the opeaker, sudâ€" denly interrupting himsel{ â€" as the go and come as you choose, regardâ€" less of my movements. At the same time, I confess it is something of a surprise to me to meet you here." "What aroe you doing in England ?" abruptly inquired Sir Walter, while he searched his companion‘s face with a suspicious glance and an uneasy look in his eves. "We?" repeated Sir Walter, inâ€" quiringly. "Yes, I haveâ€"â€" Well, what i# it, "Trying to rotrieve my fallen forâ€" tunes," responded Carrol, laconicâ€" ally. boy came rumning toward him and calling to him eagerly. "Oh, uncle, I have just found the jolliest starfish," Jamie exclaimed, as ho drew. rearer and breathle@sly held up his trophy, his faco glowing with pleasure, for he had searched long and diligently for his treasure. Sir Walter turned and glanced cnriâ€" ously at the child. "Humph! you were always findihg some pauper to shoulder. But what haw happened to his feet and legs ?" Leighton queried, as his glance fell upon Jamic‘s scarred limbs, which would always carry the marks of the flames through which he had passed. "Oh, ire was badly burned when he was about two years old," Carrol explained. "Ah! so he makes the ‘we‘, and he cails you ‘uncle,"" he observed, in a derigive tone. "May I inquire who he is 2" "Burned !â€"how ?" â€" demanded the baronet, _ with a suddeon inward whock, while he bent a more cearchâ€" iIng look upon the boy, who findâ€" Ing his "uncle" engagedâ€"and â€" hayâ€" Ing been told he must never interrupt a conversationâ€"had retreated a few steps and was absorbed in the examination of his starfish. "He and his nurse were stopping at a hotel which was destroyed by fire, and they barely escaped with their lives, through the bravery of a plucky Tireman," Carrol _ replied, but with an air which plainly beâ€" trayed that he was wearying of the icterview. But Sir Walter Leighton had grown ghastly white during his explanation, and stooped suddenly to pick up a pebble that lay at his feet, in orâ€" der to conceal the effect@ of the shock, which, momentarily, nearly deprived him of his sellâ€"possession. "He had no other, save the one I have loaned him," said Carrol, a teonâ€" der light gleaming in hig eyes as they rested upon his protoge. "A poor little waif whom fate has rewently thrown upon my protecâ€" tion." "What ! coulda‘t the nurse give any account of him ?" ie# But the next instant he asked with bated breath : "o they woere both rescued ? What became of the nursge." "No; she has never been able to, as yet; her mind was so shattered by the blow, and the iliness that foliowed, that she could remember nothing, on her recovery, that ocâ€" curred previous to that dread{ul night." a ar aiP 3 £ But he had been terrible shaken, anrd was still all of a nervous tremor for he was firmly convinced that the "poor little wail" before him was ror other than the son and heir of Sir Julian Page. s 3 "She was injured on the head by a falling brick, and has nover been herself{ since." "What is t] â€"Jamie what _A look of reliet swept over the baronet‘s face at this information. the boy‘s other rname ? mill life. . " *~> :A imgs neu-xtifh."fi * found ‘that. they: ‘"What are you going to do with | werae much Attfi'fil‘fdm &tflou‘ the chap?" he asked after a moâ€"| than he had anticipated, for the ment of silence. * r tide was in, and it was impossible â€"*Try my utmost to discover his | to reach them without swimming to {identity and restore him to his famâ€" them. {ly; but, failing in that, I wilt do|, "Urele Carro‘," however, hid forâ€" my best to make a god man of him | bidden all swimming or battiing unâ€" l and give him such advantages as I ) !8ss he was along &W&Wh his am able." charge, and Jamie, b> an Oobediâ€" "H‘m! I é6ee you are still up to| @Nt little fellow, sat down _ upon the same quixotic schemes for which | the beach, although with rather a you were always noted," Sir Walter| "Neful face, to wait for the tide to reKlned. contemptuously. ‘"Where is | 80 out. this hurse of whom you were tellâ€"|, It was more than three hours to ' ing me?" he queried a moment later, | Dreakfast time, and he fondly hoped the lines about his mouth hardening | L bhe was patient he would yet be which be had just listened should ever "reach "the »attorneys, he "knew that his own brilliant career would be suddenly cut short anod he would hauvlo lti? go back to his former treadâ€" m e. Again Sir Walter lost ail his color. He realized that he stood upon the brink of a precipice ; for if this nurse should recover her long dormant facâ€" ulties, Master Jamie could not fail to be identilied at onc> and have his inheritance restored to him. "HA‘m! I see you are still up to the same quixotic schemes for which you were always noted," Sir Walter re)xlned. contemptuously. ‘"Where is this hurse of whom you were tellâ€" ing me?" he queried a moment later, the lines about his mouth hardening cruelly. â€" .« c i# y "But where is she?â€"who is treatâ€" ing her? he asked. after a briel siâ€" lence, during which his thoughts had been working with lightningâ€"like rapidity. i L * "That is a matter which does not concern you, although you seem to be strargely curious about it," Carâ€" rol coldly responded. "D> you intend to remain abroad long?" he asked, with sudden interest. _ e ahbetidct sA d S B \ "In London, under t‘reatmeut; she is improving, and I entertain strong kope that her memory will in time be fully restored." YÂ¥= t "Well, that depends," Sir Walter replied, in a careless tone, but with an emphasis which his companion could not understand. "I may and I may not; why ?" * "Because I wish to see you again â€"I must insist that you restore to me certain important documents beâ€" longing to me, and which you have in your poseession," Carrol responded, with some sternness." "There you go again!" Leighton impatiently retorted. "I thought thait auestion was soettled the last time we met." "Settled !" repeated Carrol, with curling lips and bitter intonation ; "you simply evaded it, the same as you are doing now(/I know that you stole those papars, and nothing you may say will ever change my opinâ€" ion I do not care so much for those pertaining to business matters, for it is too late now to rectify those wrongs; but with thom, were other documents of a personal nature, which 1, wished to presorve because of their associatioas and which canâ€" not be of the slightest use or value to you." h Loighton sumiled a peculiar smile, and then sheugged his shoulders disâ€" dainfully. â€"‘"Woll, there will come a day of reckoning for youâ€"at least with your own conscience, if not with me," Mr. Carrol ~gravely returned, adding impressively ; "And I cannot conceive ol such rank ingratitude, as you have displayed, teing manifestâ€" ed by any human being." "I think we have discussod that subject sufficiontly," said Sizr Walter, with a sgeer, "so I will say au revoir, hoping that you will be in a less rocriminating frame of imind wher we meet again. By the way," he added, as he darted a stealthy clanee at Jamis, "whore are you stopâ€" ping while you are taking your muchâ€" needed rest ?" f "I do not know why you persist in that hallucination," he retorlted. "I have no papers belonging to you, and I beg"â€"with an avrrogant look and mienâ€""that you will never anâ€" noy me by referring to this subject again." 81 *4 § a "We are Lorirdiag at Reed Cottage in yonder village," «ol_ly returned Carrol, with a glazre»> ia the dirceâ€" tion of the little town about & milo below them. Then h picked up his took and bezan to look for his placs, thas sigâ€" nifying that Iwm»> wouli be glad to be le{t alone. His compinion, taking the bint, turned abrupcdy and _ walked away. Ho paug=d a moment as he was about to pass Jamig. @ars vou making a collection of "Do you see those rocks down yondar *â€"that group with one ris= ing like a cons out of the midst of them ?" T ie Gh e losh 2. "Are you making a collection ol starfish?‘ In»> quest‘ioned, while he studiead the chiio‘s features attenâ€" tively. "I‘d iike to, sir,~ said the boy, with a rote of regret in his tone; ‘I bave bsen hunting for them _ ever tine> wo came hore, bat this is the first one I have fjound. He is a beauty, thouzh" he coatiausd, comeâ€" placeatly. __â€" i 3 Een es Cl 0 % "I ean toli you where you will fisrd a lot of them," said Leighion. "Where ?" qusried Jamie, with boyish eagerness. RRDROTT "Well, then, if you will go there with pour bakot som> mornaing, I am sure you will find all that you will caro for," returaed the baronet with a cruel look in his eyes. am sure you will find all that you will caro for," returaed the baronet with a cruel look in his eyes. "Thank you, gir, I will go the first thing â€" toâ€"morrow _ morning," Jamie respondsd _ with animation, ard the man went his way, a treachâ€" erous smile on his lips, a cusning plot maturing in his brain. mul n Mb . duatepiien t it mt o c veidee Mn tr _ Mr. Carrol throw himoel{ back upon the rug, as he disappoared, and tried to resume us roadinog. But his book appeared to have losc all aitraction for him, for it soon dropped from his hand and he fell into troubled musing, an anxious expression in his eyes, a look o‘ keen pain about his sensitive mouth. "The foliow had not a particle of horor in his naturs,‘"‘ he muttered; "he is selfish and depraved to the core. It is hard to believe that such ingratitude car exist in any huâ€" man heaxt." His thouzhts wor» ev‘d>nily of too unpleasant a nature to be borne, and he shortly arose, gathered up is rug, ard calling to Jamie, the two returned to R>ed Cottageâ€"Jamie informinz him on the way that he should go to th> rocks the gentle man had toll him about to hunt star fish early th> next morning. Mr. Carrol did not pay much atâ€" tention to what the lad saidâ€"he was too decply immersed in his own troubled reflections, and only ree= rplhed to him at random. And even if he had clearly understood what the boy was talking about, it is douwbtful if he would have made any objection to the proeposed excureion, or suspected that any evil would presult from it. The gun was just risingâ€"a huge ball ot fireâ€"from bohind th> ocean, the following morning, when the lithe little figure of Jamie mizht. have listenecd â€" should | been seen trudging along. midst igtaiiedf' _hisg qfi*‘. '?alk'eticlubg ACPrOsg slgn.lhci R 3 comâ€" ing near them, Ina found m‘ they wera much farther from ‘the shore "Aba, my liittla man," exclaimed Sir Walter, in an assumed genial tone, and emiling affatly into the uptrraed face, ";io you ar> on hand for your stars this morning. But why did you come so early ?"" able to carry home a basketful of his coveted tragsures. He had rot: been sitting there many minutes when the sound of steps upon the beach made him turn to see who was approaching, and he was surprised to see coming toward him the .‘"gentleman" who had told him where to look for the starfish. 4 "I didn‘t think about the tide beâ€" ing in, sir," Jami> explained, but flushing over thr confession. "That is rath>r a joke on you, isn‘t it?" said his companion in a bantering tone, "for it will be fully two hours before it goes out, so that you can get to the rocks." The Hon. James Wilson, Secretary of Agriculture, hag a happy faculty of preâ€" senting the elaborate statistics in his annual reports, in very interesting form. The report just issued is no exception to the rule. The only trouble is, that the field is so vast, covering the entire agricultural interests of the counitry, that the figures are difficult to grasp. After a careful estimate of the value of farm products during 1904, he places the total at $4,900,000,000, excluding ‘the value of farm crops fed to live stock in order to avoid duplication of values. Several comparisons are necessury lto vhe realization of such an unthinkable value aggregating nearly five billions of dolâ€" lars. ‘The farmers of this country have in two pears produced wealth exceeding the output of all the gold mines of the entire world since Columbus discovered America. This year‘s product is over six times the amount of the capital stock of all national banks, it lacks but threeâ€" fourths of a billion dollars of the value of the manutactures of 1900, less the cose of material used; it is three times the gross earnings from the operations of the railways, and four times the value of all minerals produced in this country. The corn crop of 1904 yields a farm value greater than ever before. The farmers could from the proceeds of this single crop pay the national debt, the interest thereon for one year, and still have enough left to pay a considerable porâ€" tion of the government‘s â€" yearly exâ€" penses. The cotton crop, valued for lint and seed at $600,000,000, comes second, while hay and wheat conterd for the third place. Combined, these two crops will about equal in value the corn crop. The sto%(‘ly advance in poultry leads to some astonishing figures. The farmers‘ hens now produce one and twoâ€"third bilâ€" lions of dozens of eggs and at the high average price of the year the hens durâ€" ing their busy season lay enough eggs in a single month to pay the year‘s interest on the national debt.â€"Buffalo alone, sah Commercial 2. "Now. walk right behind me, and don‘t you bodder de Widder Smif‘s ole turkey !" hab ? 1. "Aint I tole ter let dat turkey REWARDED DISOBEDIENCE, What part ob de fowl will you UP IN THE BILLIONS. (To be continiued.) 999 ds &\ ONTARIO ARCHIVES ; TORONTO A CHRISTMAS DILâ€"EMMA "John," said Mrs. Spencer to her busband. "I don‘t know what to do about the Martins‘ Christmas preâ€" sents." R Dr.. Spencer looked up from ihs paper be was reading. °* "Do?" he said, Yacantly, "Whiat do you mean!" Mrg, &pencer laid ber work in her lap and moved the stadent lamp on the table between them, to get & better view: of her husband‘s face. "Come up to the surface John." she gaid, "and listen, because I really need your advice." The doctor rested his paper On bhis knees and "climbed pver _ his glasses," at his wife. "Go abead," he said, "you have my attention." Mrs. Spencer continued seriously) "You know whiat a nuisance these Christmas presents have come to be between the Martins and ourâ€" selves, and how; much I want to stop them; and yetâ€"" She paused, â€"and her husband‘s jface assumed an amused expresgsion. "Well, my dear Elien, my advice is, leave off sending them. It is the solution of the difficulty. It will immediately relieve the situaâ€" tion." Mrs. Spencer nodded and tapped the table with her thimble. *"‘It is whiat I wish to do," she said. "I am sure it is as great a worry to Mre. Martin as it is to me; but the point it, how! to leave them off. I cannot be the first to stop. Just suppose I should send nothing, and she should send the usual great basket with a present for every one of usâ€"you, the childâ€" ren, the servantsâ€"last Christmas she even sent a collar for Donâ€"I should die otf mortification." Dr. Spencer took off his glasses and looked gravely across the taâ€" ble at his wife. ie "I have often thought," he said, "that there were too many woâ€" men‘s societies in this town; but I see the need for one moreâ€"a Sociâ€" ety for the Suppression of Christâ€" mas Presents. Send our circulars, beginning with Mrs. Martin. You oughlt to get a large and enthuâ€" slastic membership." F "My dear Ellen, I am willing to advise you, but the whole difficulty seems to be a ridiculc@ one. There is only one thing to duo. Stop short now. Suppose she does send you & basket ?° It will be thi> last time. It‘s the shortest and simplest way to end it." us _ Mrs. Sâ€"i)éfigéf mghied and took up bher work again. e w uin it n _"You don‘t advise me at all," she said; "you only joke, and I really think this is a scrious matter." . "I might," said Mre. Spencer, medâ€" itatively, "not send anything at Chiristma®, and then, in case . she does, I could return them presents at intervals throughout the yearâ€" on their birthdays," at Easter, and so forth." "(iood Lord, Ellen !" hastily interâ€" rupted her husband, "don‘t do that! You‘ll hlave her returning the bil‘l!l: day and Easter presents. It would be worske thiin ever." "Yes; I am afraid that would not dGo, after all," . said Mrs,. Spencer, looking more troubled thla.npbefon;e. ctoi h dnc ~ lt w h tetaindit h remen" eionve} Dr. Spencer reached out jor the poker and tapped open a lumy of soft coal on top of the fire. A blue flame shot up through it, and a little spiral of smoke licked out into the room. * "Ellen," he said, empbasizing hbis words with taps of the poker on thio grate, "take my advice; cut it short, and just bear it if you do hiave to take presents from her this year. Carroll Martin is a man I whall never regpect again after his: course during the last election, and anything is better than carrying . on‘ this perfunctory friendship. We no longer see enough of _ any of them to justify our exchanging preâ€". sents, and I am sure Mrs. Martin will thank you as much a@ I shall if you will take thie bull by the horns row and be done with it." He looked at his wife, but she did not answer. Her eyes woere bent upon her sewing, and her expresâ€" sion was unconvinced. * Dr. Spencer set down the poker, took up his paper, and settled himâ€" self back in hbis chair agaim. He wias not one of those whoâ€"go on and split the board after they have driven home the nail. "vou hlave my opinion," he said, and went on reading, The Spencers and Martins had been, some years before, nextâ€"door peighbors. The Martins were then newly married and strangers to the place, and the first Christmas after their arrival, Mrs. Speneer, in the kinaness of her heart, had sent over a bunch of flowers, with _ a friendly greeting, to her young reighbor. Her messenger had reâ€" turned with Mrs. Martin‘s warm thianks and a pretty sofa pillow: biastily snatched up and sent to exprese the little bride‘s pleasure and gratitude. o e t a e 42400 â€"1 Acdutcbdahninta Such a handsome gift, in place of tho "thank you" expected had deâ€" cidedly taken Mrs. Spencer aback, and when the next Christmas came she took care to provide a pretty pinâ€"cushion for Mrs. Martin and a dainty cap for the baby, who had by that time been added to the family. This occasion found Mres. Martin also prepared, and _ she promptly responded with a centreâ€" piece for Mrs. Spencer an ashâ€"tray for the doctor, and a doll for their little Margaret, From this time on each year the burden grew. Several children had been added to both families; each one â€" wias â€" separately remembered, and, in the old Southern Christmas fashion, presents for the family servants had been added to the list, one at a time, until not only nurse, coachman, and cook had Qsen inâ€" cluded. but, as Mrs. Spencer said, the previous Christmas had _ even brovght her a collar for the dog. During thirise years both families blad moved. Both had built _ new homes, on the same street, it is true, but a ‘block apart, so that they were no longer near neighborse and lately the two men had been on opposite sides of a ‘bitter politiâ€" cal contest. "Warmth had induced eoolness, words hid produced . allâ€" ««A TRUEâ€"STORY Th ade Ts 9k M Euc ence," and the relations of the twa families had become only formal. This Christmas presents nad â€"been kept~uap only becauso nelther woâ€" man knew: how to stop, and as Mr. Martin hbad in the meantime made money, and become, according to Bouthern standards, a rich man, Mrs, Spencer felt more than ever deterâ€" n::ned "not to be behiplden to 1 bm." On thie evening in question she\ said no more, but the night brought | counsel, and next morning she inâ€":; formed her husband that she had| decided whiat to do. She would buy the presents as usual, but she would wait, before sending them on | Christmas morning, to see whetheri Mrs. Martin sent to her. "And If! I do not send them, I can put them| up for the children next Christâ€" mas," sh6é concluded, triumphantly. Dr. Spencer did not approve of this ingenious plan, but his wife persigted, "Not for worlds," would she have a great lot of presents come over from the Martins and hlave nothing to send inretur n. Christmas morning came, and, while dressing, Mrs. Spencer told her husband that she should send little Jack out on ths front sideâ€" walk with his fireâ€"crackerse, so thiat he could keep a lookâ€"out down the street and report any basket coming from the Martins‘. _ Hers was packed and ready. Every bundle was neatiy tiecd up in white paper with_ribbons _ and _ labeled, "Mrs. Martin, with Christmas greoetâ€" Ings"; "Little Chiarley, with Mrs. Bpencer‘s love" ; "Mammy Sue, from the Spencer children," and so on. And Mrs. Spencer roflected witHh satisfaction, â€" as she deposited . a new harness for the Martins‘® plug on top of the pile, that nobody wias going to get abead of her . Breakiast over, and Remus, the doctor‘s "boy," instructed to keoep: himsel{ brushed and neat, ready at an instant‘s notico to seize "the Martin basket," as the doctor callâ€" ed it, and bear it forth, Mrs. Spen= cer‘s mind was at rest. Jack wat on the sidewalk, banging, away, but! keeping a sharp oye out toward: the Martin‘s, too ; for he had searceâ€" ly been there five minutes before‘ he called «to her that Robbie Mare{ tin was playing on his sidewalk| and watching their house like any=, thing. /A A short time â€" passed, and Jack came â€" running in. ~Mother, I see; Mammy Sue coming this way with a tray," he said. t [ The doctor called from his study ; "How do you know sho is coming here?" But Mrs. Spencer had not, waited to hear him; she was als ready at the back door, calling exâ€" citedly, "Remus, take the basket!" "John," she cried, running back, "you see the Martins are sending us presents," and she got to the window in time to see Remus issu= ing forth with his burden. As he reached the street and turned toâ€" wiard the Martins‘, into the house rushed â€" Robbie, calling, "Mother! Mother!" and a moment later out popped the Martins‘ butler, Tom, with a large basket brimming over with tissue paper and blue ribbonsg on his head, and took his way to= wilard the Spencers‘ at a brick trot, It was quite a race between him and Remus: they grinned cheerâ€" fully as they passed _ each other blalf way. Mammy Sue Went. byâ€"the gate with her tray but ‘Tom came in and set hbhis load down in the blall, where Mrs. Spencer received it with a smile as fin§ as a wire. A Ifew minutes later the doctor came out of his study. His wife, ber lips pressed together and her eyes very bright, was kneeling be« side the basket, handing out . be« ribboned packages to the children, who were exclaiming _ about her, He stood looking on in silence un«= til she handed him one marked "For Dr. Spencer, with Mrs. Martin‘@ kindest wishes," which he opened., ; â€" Mrs. Spencer made no reply, nor, did she look up ; her hands flutterâ€" RITUCSDE WADIPCS, wORPOIM O HRC O MECTTUCY i "Beautiful !" he said, "Just what| I have always needed. My â€" office wanted only a pink china Cupid, with a gilt basked on hig back, to be complete." t * ed among the parcels. The doctor considered the top of her head for a moment. 4 it en "Ellien," he said, gently, "there » was just ono little mistake in our calculations; we never thought of. s Mrsg. Martin‘s being as clever agwy we are, did we ?" _ Mrs. Spencer looked up and laugh= . ed, but her face quivered. s s A bachelor is not ‘usually credited with a knowledge about.. the proper treatment of children, but sometimes they step in where angels fear to tread. A confirmed specimen who is pretty well on in years and not very fond of children, went, to see a married sister the other day and found her trying to amuse her little boy aged five years. uo 1k .4: 1 MB . .. d s c oindth. SAlalrati t oi "John," _ she lfl:id, "Pll _ always: love you for thiat ‘we.‘" ; i Not long after he arrived she stepped| out of theâ€"room . to aitend to some household duty or other, leaving hlmi alone with the child. The latter eyed; him dubiously for some minutes. He was a ilt child if there ever was ono,| and ba;p(;o idea of making promiscuous acquaintances. ~The bacheloy tried to, make fhe little one laugh, but all h$ got for his antics was a sour look, ‘“:* o e o es n o e tg ced ns ENE E Finally, without any warning, the child burst out crying. _ Here was a quandary, to be sure. He didn‘t dare to pick the boy up and soothe him. His atâ€"] tempts in a verbal line were dismal failâ€" ures. What should hbe do* Finally a\ thought struck him. He looked at the crying youngster, and the eryin, mgo: ster looked at him througl{ lga’:nn.‘ He was evidently much pleased with the impression he was making. Jal "Cry louder," said he. \' The child obeyed. yitk "Louder yet," urged the bachelor. A yell went up that would have done credit to an Indian. d "Cry Jouder still." insisted thoâ€"nan, and tge boy did his best to obey. [a "Louder!" fairly howled his uncleé, > "I won‘t!" snapped the infant, “ he d“:xti hit} mouth with a click‘,q.fl“ was quiet for the rest of the s London Titâ€"Bits. ""'2..:&;@ Bachelot‘s Uncle‘s Inspiration, s ara t br J 1Â¥