look of wonder, took Kickums' head and led him in. Into the old farm-house I tottered, like a weanling child, with mother in her common clothes, helping me along, yet fearing, except by stealth, to look at me. "I have killed him," was all I said, "even as he killed Lorna. Now let me see my wife, mother. She belongs to me none the less, though dead." "You cannot see her now, dear John," said Ruth Huckaback, coming forward, since no one else had the courage. "Annie is with her now, John." "What has that to do with it? Let me see my dead one, and pray to die." All the women fell away and whispered, and looked at me with side glances, and some sobbing, for my face was hard as flint. Ruth alone stood by me, and dropped her eyes, and trembled. Then one little hand of hers stole into my great shaking palm, and the other was laid on my tattered coat; yet with her clothes she shunned my blood, while she whispered gently: "John, she is not your dead one. She may even be your living one yet-your wife, your home, and your happiness. But you must not see her now." "Is there any chance for her? For me, I mean; I mean ?" for me, "God in heaven knows, dear John. But the sight of you, and in this sad plight, would be certain death to her. Now come first, and be healed yourself." I obeyed her like a child, whispering only as I went, for none but myself knew her goodness"Almighty God will bless you, darling, for the good you are doing now." Ten-fold, ay, and a thousand-fold, I prayed and I believed it, when I came to know the truth. If it had not been for this little maid, Lorna must have died at once, as in my arms she lay for dead, from the dastard and murderous cruelty. But the moment I left her Ruth came forward, and took the command of every one, in right of her firmness and readiness. And whether it were the light and brightness of my Lorna's nature, or the freedom from anxietyfor she knew not of my hurt-or, as some people said, her birthright among wounds and violence-I leave that doctor to determine who pronounced her dead. But anyhow, one thing is certain; sure as the stars of hope above us, Lorna recovered long ere I did. R. D. BLACKMORE. MAMMY GETS THE BOY TO SLEEP. NOME erlong, you blessed baby, COME Mammy'll tell you story, maybe; Dat's right; cla'm up in my lap Lak er man, an' tak er nap. Tell you 'bout de possum, honey? All along her underside, Whar de baby possums hide When dey's skeered, er wants ter ride- Some time dat mammy-pore old critter- Ter tote, an' feed, an' rock, an' nuss- Honey, when de houn' dawgs ketch 'im Possum in de oven roastin', Slice sweet taters roun' 'im toastin', Bless de boy, no possum play In dat sleep! GERTRUDE MANLY JONES. CITY MAN'S DREAM OF THE COUNTRY. WOULD flee from the city's rule and law, From its fashion and form cut loose, And go where the strawberry grows on its straw, The guileless and unsuspecting rat On the rattan bush at play. I will watch at ease the saffron cow, And her cowlet in their glee, As they leap in joy from bough to bough Where the musical partridge drums on his drum, And the dog devours the dogwood plum Oh, let me drink from the moss-grown pump New-gathered mush from the mushroom vine, And then to the whitewashed dairy I'll turn, Her ruddy and golden red butter to churn, And I'll rise at morn with the early bird, When the farmer turns his beautiful herd S. W. Foss. EZRA AND ME AND THE BOARDS. Permission of the New York Observer. WE'RE plain old-fashioned folks, my husband and me, and we're getting along into years. Ezra is past seventy, and I'm so near it there ain't any fun in it but we're considerable smart and independent yet, and so we live in our snug little home instead of breaking up and going to live with the children as some folks would. The children are all married and settled, making a fight for a living just as we used to, and they're all steady go-to-meeting folks, I'm thankful to say, and prosperous enough, I guess. Once I was going to have the boys all presidents and the girls riding in coaches, but now I'm just thankful to have them good, plain, honest folks. There's nothing like seventy years to take the nonsense out of a body! Yes, we're fixed so that we don't need to worry if we're keerful and don't go into no extravagances, like keeping two fires or having a fit of sickness, but we always pay our pew rent and help support the |