The St. Johns herald., 1898-04-23
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 "Mis' Gregg, ia t you air wantinY she asked sharply "An' it's no bad news you air alter bringin' her, hope"
 q wanted to deliver some groceries a friend has sent her"
 The clouded fac cleared as if by magic. "Heayen's bussin' be on yer head. then! Mis- Gl 4gory, she's gone out, but I've her key aere, and will un- lock the door. That's her by, an a swate child b is."
 Mark eagerIy looked q the pink and white face O. lhe boy. He held out a great. golden orange. and little Royce sprang for it his childish laugh echo ing through the room. Then the grocer followed Mrs. Donovan to the home of Margaret Gregory.
 It was bare place, bvt clean and neat. Mark sighed as ie noted the signs of abject poverty. While the de- livery man was bringing up the par cels, Mrs. Donovan roluly explained that Mrs. Gregory had one to try to get some money due her. The warm hearted Irish woman lad surmised that fortune was at low ebb with her neighbor, partly because of little Royce's unusual fretf4ness, which had been Quieted by 6 uge slice of bread and butter.
 She's worked her pr raeious fingers most to the bone, she colcluded, "but works scarce. an don't know what ever's goin' to become Of her and her babies"
 The wood soon came FlCrence's half cord had been re-epfOrced by a whole cord, perhaps because she had written her cousin that the needy widow was a protege of Miss Shells.
 As to Lillian's orders for groceries, MT. Davis had added to 1t sack of four, ham, coffee, tea, sugar, apples, cookies, cheese, canned fruits and meats. and a big bag of candy.
 Mrs. Donovan went back to her own room and the wagons rolled away. Mark hastily built fire, then sat down 10 think how best 10 explain the liberty he had taken
 The bare room faded rom his vision as he sat there. Tn Is place came an old country garden oyergrown with roses and clemats It was June and the air was heavy with the scent of many blossom. By his side was beautiful glri i- whose curls the sun- shine seemed eGtalgIed. He bent low CT and the rose-rcd lips of his compan- ion murmurcd I love you, Mark" Still lower nj head sank until his lips touched the ones that lad uttered the sweet words.
 A start, am he sat upright, glancing around him. That was ten years ago. He was poor then. and Margaret, beau tiful Margarat Henson, had been the only daughteI of a wealthy home. So their engageDent aad been forbidden. They parted, v0wing eternal constancy. A year later Margaret became the wife of Vance Gregory. but was not until months after that Mark earned of the treachery and dece-t that had been em- ployed to urge her o that step.
 It was toe late then. There was nothing to dc but endure.
 He had kr0wu for some time that Margaret was a widow and lived in the city. He knew nothing of her poverty, supposing that her means were ample. To go to her now with q story of love had never occuIrcl 10 him. She knew nothing of what q parl ed them. He could not bla cEau tbe m emory of the man who hal ben her husband, the father of her children
 He sprang to his feet. There was no need of an explanation. lie passed out, pausing for final word with Mrs. Donovan.
 "Tell Mrs. Gregory the things came from the teachers at E0 g.
 'To be sure, Mir Davis," responded the woman, who had recognized Mark. I'll tell her al bout lr. And may the of all the saints rest on your dear head"
 Mark hurried away. leaving a shin Ing silver dollar ln B5yce's hand.
 It was only a few minutes after his departure that a thinly clad woman