Connecticut western news., 1882-06-28

same kind of heroism in Jacks keeping people out of the poor-house and SUD- plying their needs as in Sidney's giving the cup of water to the dying man. And maybe both were only initiating higher example-a pattern of heroism which this little child had led her to discover. She leaned over and kissed the pale little face. "Good-by, my dear," she said, "l'm glad you've found so good friend.
 When the child was gone and Milli- cent was left alone, all she could do was to go over the problem again and yet without coming to any satisfactory con- cIusion. It involved a mental revolu- tion to substitute for the tall elegant man with brown flowing locks, Van Dyok beard and symmetrical moustache, who was the Sidney of her imagination, the fguxe of Jack Wendover, tall and stalwart it is true, but without 8 trace of sentiment in the firm set mouth, or particle of elegance about the smooth shaven face, the short black hair or the steel framed glasses which repaired his undeniable near-sightedness.
 It now drew near the summer time when Millicent and all her friends would go away from New York. Once out of the city she need not expect to see Jack in more than three months. Indeed she had quite given up expect ing to see him at all. In her sober judgment she did not blame him. There had been no promise made that he would keep up the acquaintance. "I shall always be your friend" he had said. And so he might, without seeing her for the rest of her life.
 On one of the last days that she pro- posed spending in the city Millicent, on her way down town, turned into Fifth avenue from one of the side streets just below the Park. It was cool after noon in the middle of June the road way was crowded with carriages and the sidewalk filled with double line of people passing each other on their re- spective ways up and dewn town. At the corner of Fifty-fifth street Millicent met friend, and drew aside by the railing of the great Presbyterian church for moments gossip. While so en- ployed she found herself all at once crowded back against the railing by a burly market woman, who explained apologetically that it was to make room for the procession"
 What was the procession ?" Mil licent looked down the street, and here is what she saw:
 Two dozen children-girls and boys ragged, barefooted, hatless, some of them, but an attempt at cleanliness and a general air of good humor that made up for all deficiencies. They were walking two by two, in tolerably good order, except that half dozen sur rounded their leader, walking sideways, backward, anyway, so that they might keep in his immediate vicinity and look up in his kindly face. And the leader, tall young man with eyeglasses, who led by one hand very tattered-lookine small boy and the other more decent appearing little girl, Millicent with { start recognized. The boy she did not know but the girl was Katie Finne gan, and the young man was no one else than Jack Wendover. Clearly the pro. cession was Katie's picnic. In all he1 zL cape hearing the expressions of the by islanders. It was the warm hearted mar ket woman who spoke first.
 ''Bless his honest face 1" said the hearty voice. ''It's a good man he is or the childer d never set such store b1 him."
 The next comment was from Mil icent's friend.
 "How queer, Milly! Fancy you anc me exhibiting ourselves that way. And I dare say he's respectable"
 And then there was voice from be- hind, to identify which Milly did no need to see the speaker. She had ofte1 enough heard the grave, kindly tones ir the pulpit of the very church before which she was standing, and she listened now intently, as though somehow ol other her destiny depended upon it.
 s'That man," the voice said, ''is made of the stuff they make heroes out of. | takes more moral courage to walk ur Fifth avenue at the head of those children than to fight battle."
 The girls heart gave responsive throb.
 "To think" she said penitently tc herself, chow silly and blind I've beer all the time '"
 Just at that moment the procession was abreast of the place where Millicen stood, and Katie's eyes rowing rest lessly among the crowd of lookers-or spied the familiar face. "Oh, there's Miss Broon!" she shouted. "Pleast let's stop and speak to her, MT. Wen ver," and without waiting for permis sion she sprang away to Mlllicent's side."
 "Katie l" cried Jack-it must be con fessed little peremptorily.
 But Katie did not heed either Mir Wendover's cry or the amused looks o the spectators.
 "Oh, Miss Broom ;" she was saying
 "won't you come along. We're goin' t. see the 'nagerie and then we're goin' t. have picnic. And there's lots to eat 1!
 Jack had halted in an uncertain way
 and the procession was all broken up.
 "Katie ;' he called once more.
 "Oh, MT. Wen'verw she cried, turn
 ing around and pausing distressfully be