Year: 1878

turning away from the table, and walk
ing up and down the office.


The air was close and warm. He softly
unlocked the door, and went out into the
night He did not dare to walk lest his
tread should be heard but he stood on
the steps of the Office and went through
the dumb.bell exercise without the
dumb-bells, drawing In full breaths of
the pure, dewy air.


1t was the wrong way to strengthen
his nerves, or silence his imagina ton;
that could have been better done in
sight of his bottles, instruments, speci-
mems, and skeletons. The strange, mag
netic influence shed from that cold and
lovely image from which he had fled,
radated from every object in nature.


He shivered, clenched his hands, and
strove to throw Off the enervating in
fluence.


1.-THE air is full of death, !" he thought,
"of that which we call death, and which
is only a change-working power, dis
solving lower organizations in order to
form them into higher. Only pure
health can resist the potent influence Of
this atmosphere.


Setting his teeth and clenching his
hands in the effort to steel his mind, he
returned to the Office, locked the door
behind him, and stood moment look
ing over book of anatomical plates that
lay upon the shelf. Then he stepped de-
cidedly back to the dissecting. table and
prepared for his work, but without look
ing at the subject. Lastly, knife in
hand, he approached the body, and
bending over IL he drew away the coarse
robe that veiled its bosom. AS he did
so, a thrill crept tingling from his fin
ger-tips over his whole body, and every
nerve, and every pulse throbbed with
noisy beating that seemed to defeat his
sense of hearing.


The childs breast was rising and fall
ing with an almost imperceptible breath
and, first the long-fringed eyelids quiv-
cred, then they lifted, and dear little
Rose Paulier's bright eyes opened, and
looked with bewildered yet earnest
gaze into the startled eyes that bent
above her.


My little darling" he whispered,
hastily flinging the knife and gloves un-
der the table, do you know me 4? Do
you feel better?"


She looked at him moment longer
without seeming to comprehend; then a
change that was more Frightening of
the whole face than smile, came over
her, and stretching both her arms up,
before he was aware of her intention she
had clasped his neck, and drawing him
down to her, kissed him as child kisses
its father when she welcomes him after
an absence. He was both astonished
and touched, it was SO unlike the shy
child, and besides, it seemed such ten
der re-assuring after his self-reproaches
on her account, and such an unconscious
manifestation of gratitude for the life
which he had accidentally both rescued
and spared.





Anne Thayer was fully resolved that
she would not sleep one wink till her
husbands return. In spite of his ten
der care and thoughtfulness, she felt ag-
grieved she scarcely could tell why. Be
sides, she had heard him say that very
morning to Meeta


Be careful not to do too much, dear.
You know you. are our sole depend
ence."


The bride of week did not like her
sister to be her husbands sole depend
ence.


81 know 1 am not like Meeta,'' she
said to herself, beginning to cry but,
then, I"-


Not knowing how to finish the sem
tence, or think of any possible reason
why her husband should not have
spoken precisely as he did, Mrs. Thayer
cried little while, and even while cry
ing, fell asleep.


Meeta, after setting out a luncheon for
the night-nurse, and seeing that her
mother was comfortable, had gone to
bed. She was learning that she must
take care of herself, and that weak
yielding to grief and anxiety was not
only vain, but that it rendered her un-
fit for the duties of the day. So, reso-
lutely putting all thought from her
mind, she closed her mental in closing
her bodily eyes, and in few minutes,b
help of sleeping-draught, was sound