Morning journal and courier., 1892-11-26

former things are passed away, and her
eyes have seen the King in his glory. Con-
slant and Mercy miss her, but they rejoice
for her, only regretting that they could
not have known her earlier, that they
might have brought more joy into her shad-
owed life and learned from her more fully
the secret of her unfailing trust and resig-
| nation.
Hardy Strong, the shopmate, has in
vented device which, as applied to steam
guages, bids fair to prove of great practical
value. He has sold his patent to the firm
who employ him, who also, recognizing his
ability, have advanced him to a better
position at the works. In consequence of
this Joe Sand goes regularly to school, and
| studies mechanical drawing evenings. with
the best teacher in the city. Also in
consequence, the little dressmaker, though
demure as ever, has brighter light in her
brown eyes, and sweeter curves about her
lips to which she often presses the ring
Hardy's riDg-that she is SO shy and yet so
proud to show.
They, Hardy and Patience, did not dine
with the Hopes this year. The old people
at Scarritt's corners were longing for the
| return of their youngest child, and she
more than ever was eager to be with them.
When she went home Hardy went with
her, con approval" as he said, and be-
tween his rspturous delight over spending
his holiday with the loveliest, wisest, most
perfect woman in the world, in her own
home, and his anxiety lest the parents of
this same perfect creature should look
upon him as utterly unworthy ever to be-
come their son-in law, the young man was
in frame of mind calculated to excite
both envy and sympathy in the breasts OF
all observers.
Andrew Magillicuddy came home from
sea. He devoted himself to s'the bairnies,"
and for two tumultuous weeks they
romped, and ,frolicked, and went
of everybody in Pyneher's Block.
''They'l have good time for once in their
lives, poor bairns," said he, to those who
disspproved such gayeties. Then he emp
tied the canvas bag that held the remain
der of his savings into Constant Hopes
hands, begged him to look after the chill
dren, began with Jean and hugged and
kissed the whole row down to baby Don
aid, went back twice and repeated the OPP
Grafton, then, pursued by the walls of the
six, broke away and hurried off, sobbing,
and pressing the back of his rough hand
against his eyes. That was in July. 1t
was to be a three months voyage. No
vember came and there was no word from
the Happy-go-Lucky or from Andrew Ma
gilllcuddy, able seaman.
"Jean was here this afternoon" said
Mercy one evening as she handed Constant
his cup of tea The neat little kitchen was
all aglow with light and color; the table
was daintily spread. Little Constance,
her roguish dimples all showing, was
stretching out plump hand to capture
"papa's bwead," )" that always tasted ten
times better than the bit provided for her
self.
A shadow crossed Cons bright face.
"You gave her what she needed, of course"
he said.
eyes. But ohl Conf their money is al
most gone. And Jean had been to see the
Hsppy-go-L Lucky's owners, and they did
not give her one word of hope. She broke
down and cried, my brave, patient little
Jeanl"-snd the tears welled up in Mercy's
eyes. "She asked me what she could do
to earn some money" she continued, "as
if her hands and heart were not full now,
with her housekeeping and the care of the
other five. Willy helps her all he can.
dear little fellow and pays over the dollar
week he earns with such a manly air.
But the rest are such babies. She asked
me, too, if 1 thought they would have to
be separated, and then we both cried. It's
dreadful, isn't 1t, Cons"
Andrew may COIuo uOmo ycb, sdlu SOa-
''Its too early to despair. And when their
money is all gone -"
His wife looked at him iuquiringly.
"They need not know it" said he.
She gave him fond look, then objected:
fBut Jean will find it out after while,
and the child has an independent spirit.
She will work her fingers to the bone, she
will stint herself in food and clothing, but
she hates debt. What shall we do for
them?'
"Invite them to our Thanksgiving din
ner," answered Constant, "and stop wor-
rying." Bnt he was more troubled than
he cared to own, and when after tea he
took the baby in his arms, he held her in
clasp so close that she frowned and
wriggled, and finally demonstrated at the
top of her voice.
The feast was spread and they that were
hidden came Jean and Willy, their young
hearts oppressed with anxiety, were grave
and silent, but the little ones revelled in
the warmth and sunlight of Mrs. Hopes
pretty rooms, aud in the cheer of her pres
ence, and developed an almost alarming
capability for the consumption of turkey
and cranberry pie. The thoughts of Con-
stant and Mercy tenderly reverted to those
who were with them the year before, and
Mercy said, Chow happy they were that
dayl How much happier now!"
When dinner was over and the last dish
| polished a1d set away, and the sleepy ba-
| bies had been coaxed to dreamland, all
| seated themselves to listen to Mr.. Hopes
stories. 1t grew dark out of doors, and
shadows lurked about the room, lighted
only by the fire in the little open stove.
Constant was a famous story-teller, and
/ on this occasion he gave free rein to his
| imagination, out distancing both Jules
Verne and Robert Louis Stevenson. He had
| placed his hero in most perilous and in
| extricable position, and had paused to won
| der how in the world he was going to get
| him out, when he caught sight of jeans
face, startling in its pallor, as with dilated
eyes she looked toward the door. In the
stiffness a step was heard, as of one STUN
bling upon an unfamiliar stairway, and
then with bound, and shrieking, 'It's
father!" Jean had flung the door wide
open and precipitated herself upon man
who was coming up. In another instant
| four more children swsrmed upon him,
they clung to his neck, his arms, his knees,
and half urged forward, half impeded in
his progress, by ten embracing arms and
ten dancing legs, the storm-beaten mariner
entered.
They brought him the biggest chair;
they brought the baby and added him to
the pile of children that he might see the
set was unbroken; they brought him rem
nants of turkey and pudding they
brought coffee and the camphor bottle.
and they shook hands with him a hun
dred times and welcomed him home. He
only kissed the children over and over
again, with trembling lips, and seemed
overcome with joy and gratitude. At last
he said, brokenly:
81 went to the house as soon as could
after the Happy go-Lucky got in. looked
up to the windows-they were all dark. 1t
was Just like when I came home and the
mother-lay there dead. stood there in
the street, dared not go in. Then a
woman ran out, and says she, "why An
drew, Andrew, mani They're all over to
Mr.. Hopes" she says-snd then, some
how, 1 got here, and thank you thousand
times, ma'am, and you sir, for your kind
thought for the poor bairns-and I'll
never leave you again. my darlins, neverl'
HILARY.
COACHED.
, To be successful on the stage one requires
. a good deal of coaching.-Boston Courier.
Marie-No man should kiss me unless he