The Press., 1883-05-03

you knocked the cut-glass cologne bottle off the counter and broke it. You said 1t was his business to look after his own goods. You told me"
 sWill you hold your tongue, miss ?" said Mrs. Wrangley, with acerbity. Its strange how little judgment girls have!'
 After due reflection she went to Nal colm's the next day, to inquire how much damage she was liable for in the matter of her daughters carelessness, but was told that MT. Rudford had settled all that.
 "Dear, dear," said Mrs. Wrangley, ''things are getting worse and worse Your Uncle Robert is just enough of a Don Quixote to go chasing around town to hunt up the pert shop-nniss and restore her to her place. Men are such fools where 8 pretty girl is concerned"
 "I don't think she's pretty 8 bit, said Amandina, sullenly.
 "Be quiet, Amandinap' said her moth- enough already"
 Mrs. Wrangley proved true prophet. Uncle Bob, who had no particular business of his own to mind had an especial pen chant for the minding of other peoples af- fairs. He obtained Mrs. Elsons address from MT. Malcolm, and went straight to the old house on the docks, where dealer in marine stores occupied the ground floor, family of Polish refugees worked in ivory on the second, and the top story sheltered Mrs. Bison and her two daughters.
 "My girl, he said to Ella, who sat dis consolately by the window trying to mend little Marys frock, ssits all right. You're to go back to Malcolm's tomorrow, just as if nothing at all had happened. It was my niece, Amandina, who broke the bird and smashed the counter. Good gracious me I'-looking around him-ssyou don't say that you live in this little hot-hole un- der the roof ?''
 And MT. Rudford stared around him and drew prodigiously long breath.
 "We are very glad, sir, to have so good home as this," said Mrs. Elson, meekly. "Rents are high, and"
 "Yes, yes," said Mr. Rudford, "I know. Dear, dear me how unequally things are divided in this world Now, I've got 8 nice little place in Harlem, on the line o1 the elevated road-a cottage with a bit o1 garden and an apple tree. I'd be glad to get some responsible party to occupy il to wreck and ruin. shan't expect any rent-only a little reasonable oversight Come, what do you say ?" ....
 "We shall be so grateful" /" was all tha1 Mrs. Bison could answer. But her eyes were most eloquent.
 Ella went back to the store next day MT. Malcolm, who knew what MT. Rober Rudford's favor was worth, made meel apology to Miss Bison, and hoped sht would overlook any trifing asperity witt which he might have spoken in the vexa tion of the moment. And all was serena once more. -. .z. ...
 'sWhat P Mrs. Wrangley cried. "M.. brother has established those up-starts rent free, Tn his Harlem cottage Now can read it all, from beginning to end He'll marry that shop-girl as sure as fate. But he did not. Mrs. Wrangley was mis taken for once
 ssWhat do I want of a chit of girl young enough to be my daughter?" sai MT. Rudford. And he married the pretty dove-eyed little cripple instead.
 And if ever you saw tender -hearte child playing with Dresden china do you can form some idea of the loving car , wherewith he protected his fragile ittl wife from life's cares and ills. 7 s'Sister Serena don't like it, said he
 "Very well. don't marry to please siste l Serena, but to please myself" Which was sound philosophy, after all.