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| brotherly kindness in the matter.
 "What has she done ?" asked Will.
 s'She has lost your silk umbrella" A quick color Kew to Wills cheek.
 .I know 1t is a very annoying thing, y went on his mother. 'sElsie thinks you will be very hard on her about it, and she has a great dread of your anger. Don't you think, dear, it would be grand thing for you to surprise her by speaking kindly about it--by forgiving her fully and free ly"
 "What business had she to take it p said Will, evidently trying to overcome a desire to speak excitedly. "She did wrong to take it without your knowledge, and she knows it."
 Just then Elsie's voice was heard in the hall, and Will arose from the piazza steps on which he had been sitting, and walked quickly around the house and ont of sight.
 He felt as angry as Elsie said he would. He had great liking for small luxuries, which were scarce in the family. The um- brella had been given to him by an aunt who had visited them, and he had taken great pride in the stylishness of tits oxy. dized silver handle, and in it's slender pro. portions when encased in it's silken cover. It had been small joke with his sisters | budU A0 OnIy UOOA 1u Ouu WhOh ouAO IL W0S not going to rain.
 It was gone, and he knew that it would be great relief to his vexation to poul out his anger upon Elsie, who had no busi ness to touch his highly prized property He could, in fancy, see exactly how she would shrink before him, and how the tears would come to her blue eyes-just as she deserved, he declared to himself.
 And then came thought of the boy in the book who had won the victory over g sense of injury very like to this which was possessing him in his place, sure enough.
 Will walked for an hour under the trees in the old orchard. Better thoughts came to him through the gathering shadows ol the twilight. What short-lived satisfac tion would be in the bitter words which would rankle like thorns in his little sis ter's heart. What lasting sweetness ir lifting from her the burden of the fear oi his severe fault finding.
 ''I'll wait until some day want it anG then I'll ask her where it is, and when she tries to tell me I'll kiss her and laugh" he said, as at length he turned toward the house.
 'But no, I won't. She'll keep on fret ting over it till she knows I know"
 "Elsie !" he called at the steps.
 "What is it, Will?"
 Mother raised her head in anxious at tention.
 'Bring me my umbrella, please"
 70, Will," came in a faltering little voice, as she walked slowly toward him.
 He did not wait for her to go on, bu threw his arms around her with laugh.
 "Yes, you'd have hard time to bring it, wouldn't you? I know all about it you naughty little thing. If that's wha you've been wearing such doleful fac' about these few days you'd better set you mlnd at rest"
 70, Will, aren't you angry with me ?"
 "Not bit.".
 "You dear, dear brother! I though you'd never forgive me-"
 It was, as he knew it would be, lons time before Will had another silk umbrel la. But it will be far longer before he vii forget the satisfaction growing out of thu result of the hard-fought battle with him self-a satisfaction to be tasted with every remembrance of his victory.-Nea0 Yorj l ObSerVer.