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added threatening, as the postman set

added threatening, as the postman set
the child on the lower step.
But the mail carrier showed signs OF
continuing the conversation, and when
Dolly pleaded eagerly to be allowed to
go into the street, and Mary caught
the name of her mistress, she relented,
saying carelessly:
"Oh! Mrs. Flynn said you could?
Then go along, for goodness sakev
Dolly darted eagerly to the sidewalk
again, followed by Spot, and together
they hurried up the short street into a
more respectable peopled one. AS they
turned into the crowd, Dolly breathed
more freely. She was half afraid that
Mary would change her mind about
granting this unusual freedom, and
send that awful postman after her.
On and on they went, past great
doors where throngs Of people were
entering and leaving, and past store
windows full of toys which, another
day, would have delighted her, No one
noticed the little runaway, or, If they
did, it was only to smile, and remark
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were, or how the low white socks had
slipped down so as to be almost in
visible-for Mrs Madison dressed her
baby as we'll as she could afford, even
neglecting her own dress to do so.
Dolly took no interest in the gay
throngs Of people that she passed. She
had an indistinct idea of what she
r1,o I~Dy
Soon the streets grew less noisy, and
broader there was an occasional tree,
and the sidewalks were smoother.
Houses took the place Of stores, and
the child began to realize how tired
she was. Her little feet were burn
ing. and seemed very hard to lift, and
she sighed, a soft baby sigh. Then her
face lit up.
Now We'll look for the incest, pref
test house, Spot" she said eagerly,
then Well ring the bell and they'll say
come in That's what mamma did"
In well-furnished library, gentle
man was lying on a sofa, one foot,
which was tightly bandaged, on pill
low. The doctor, who had just re-
moved his hand from the bandage,
rose to go.
Its too bad, old man," he said.
Its bad sprain, and will take some
time to cure. 1t was the first time
you'd been out since Ethefs death,
wasn't it?'
The patient nodded and cleared his
throat at the mention Of his 6-year-old
girl who had died two weeks before.
Her mother was dead, also, and he
was alone. His kind, genial nature
had changed since the death of his
child.
The doctor took his leave, and Mr..
Abbott was left to himself. He picked
ND a book, tried to read, threw 1t
down. and picked up a magazine. But
that soon followed the book, and he
rang the bell impatiently.
"Get me cigar, will you, ThomasT
he said to an old servant.
Thomas did as he was told, casting
o nitying look at his young master
ITS too bad, sir he said.
Its beastly slow, Srumpleu MI.
Abbott, with little kick at his wound
ed foot. Thomas, if any one calls
show him in"
Half an hour later the doorbell rang,
and as Thomas went along the hall'
Nr. Abbott pulled the afghan more
smoothly over his foot, saying nan
aloud:
..Thank heaven, 1 need not spend the
afternoon alone"
He looked expectantly towards the
door as Thomas pushed it open, say
ing "A young lady to see you, sir
and to his surprise, child, hatless'
ond with faltering steps entered the
room.
..Thomas, what do you mean by
tbisY" he asked sharply. If you call
this a joke it is a very poor one.
He was hurt and a sharp pang went
through his heart. Those brown eyes
brought his Ethel back to him. What
right had another child with brown
ewes? and what
Thomas, very red Thomas, was
about to explain. when the child spoke:
az came house-huntin'," she said
simnly. but" And a little SOD
rose in her throat-''if you're cross
TIL 60 away"