The diamond drill., 1889-01-05

This morning. All my money - gone
for doils for some poor girls IN my class.
There they are. old dog. although Of
course you do not know much about
dolls"
She opened her desk, and there in
row were dozen dolls, more or less, all
but one dressed in brilliant but very
cheap dresses. The fire began to burn
well, and the schooIma am took out the
last doll, and, with fingers reddened by
cold, went to work upon its dress As
she sewed, she sang some love song that
had 5een forgotten years before The
music touched some chord in Mr..
Bowser. The song had been favoritc
with his sister long dead and buried. II
touched the dog also. for he moved
silently toward the singer, and laid his
head upon her knee. She leaned down
as she ended. and kissed him. A tear
fell on his nose, and his tail wagged as
IL to express sympathy.
"Run along, Harold; the children are
coming. and you arc too good q COM
panion for study. She laughed as she
spoke, and the mastifi departed.
Mr.. Bowser went along without know
ing which way Harold was trotting. He
was in a passion OF perpIexity, remin-
iscence, doubt. despair and hope, and he
did not know which feeling was strong
est This tall, graceful woman, good
looking despite her years, queenly al
though poorly dressed, gracious and
kindly for all day she was grave and
serious, was the woman who had re-
fused his love thirty years before. He
had not heard OF her for twenty-five
years, and had come to think Of her as
dead.
IL was but short walk from the
school-houso to the bank, and Harold
soon crossed its neat threshold. The
clerks were all on duty, and looked up
in half surprise and half amusement as
the great dog entered. They all knew
him well, but never before had he come
TO the bank. There were a number OF
customers, all filled with a jovial spirit
entirely unworthy Of business men. Mr..
Bowser WAS amazed. There was his head
clerk telling n story To Deacon Barton.
and both were laughing heartily, and
then the deacon, with "Merry Christ
mas" deliberately handed the clerk
box OF cigars. His own name was men
toned. but IL brought up frown on
the faces OF all who heard IL, all except
the errand boy, who muttered, "Well.
he was pretty good to me once. and |
know "A man who is worse than he is.
No one appeared TO hear the remark;
probably no one did hear IL but Mr..
Bowser himself, who suddenly remem-
bcred, that once, in n moment OF for
getfulness, he had given the boy a dol
lar more than he was entitled to, but
had been 10 proud TO admit that no was
wrong 10 m employee.
Everybody in the bank was royalty
happy, and each had kindly word for
the dog. Mr. Bowser would have stayed
IL he could, but the mastid had finished
his mornings round and now returned
10 the house.
Nothing had changed since their de-
parture in the morning. The cook
seemed little angry at her masters
non-appearance, and his breakfast was
rapidly being cooked to death. Harold
walked into the sitting room. Some
thing fell from the table TO the floor and
broke open. The dog went TO IL and
smelIed IL carefully. Mr.. Bowser was
in agony. The package was poison
which he had bought with the intention
Of killing some neighbors' cats who
made his roof their battle-ground. IL
was skilfully prepared, and its smallest
dose was fatal. He tried TO scream out
and warn the fnastin away, but, as be-
fore, no sound came.