next, and if further pursued by legal process there, to step into a third.A highwayman, at the beginning of the century in which we live, who honoured Kinver with residing in it, planted his habitation at the extreme verge of the county, divided from the next by a hollow way, and when the officers came to take him, he leaped the dyke, and mocked them with impunity from the farther side. But this was not all. The geological structure of the country favoured them. Wherever a cliff, great or

agreed."I'll give ya three bucks for it," said the junk man to theoffice manager. Stewardship A wise man approached three young men standing around idly."Here is a coin worth a hundred dollars," the wise man said to thefirst youth. "What should I do with it?" "Give it to me," he said at once. "Rather than reward such selfishness and greed," responded thewise man, "it would be better to throw the money into the sea." Andwith this, the

ey have eaten the small body by now, and enjoyed it. Always worms enjoy a body to eat.And also the Devil rejoiced. And I rejoiced with the Devil. They are more pitiable, I insist, than I and my sand and barrenness--the mother whose life is involved in divorces and fights, and the worms eating at the child's body, and the wooden headstone which will presently decay. And so the Devil and I rejoice. But no matter how ferociously pitiable is the dried-up graveyard, the sand and barrenness and the

s unprotected surface to her shaft.Towards religion her attitude was the well-bred one. She took off her hat to it, as a gentleman removes his hat in church whatever his creed may be. Her own beliefs were as daring and as nearly as possible uninfluenced by outward opinion or by the accepted systems as it is possible for a creed to be. She never tried to force them upon any one else; possibly she did not believe in them herself sufficiently to wish to do so; but like her queer gowns and her dyed

hould so much like to put Chirp into Dicky's cage.""I have been thinking of the very same thing," said Charles. "Let us run and ask mamma if we may do it." Away they ran and asked. "Why," said their mamma, "it certainly will have rather a strange appearance. The two birds do not seem suitable companions. It is an odd fancy, children; but you may do it if you like." No sooner said than done. Off ran Fanny and Charles--took the little Foundling out of

I am preparing to set off for Chantilly. Adieu, my Polly.October 2. I have arrived at Chantilly. Nancy was much better than I expected to find her. Weakness is her only complaint. She was delighted to see me, and inquired eagerly for her dear Polly, and was much pleased with your letter. Mrs. Pinkard is here--and a sweet Woman she is. Adieu. Nancy says I shall not write more. October 3. I am just up, and am going to seat myself for Sibby to crape my hair. [Sidenote: Stratford. Residence of

g till our killing time was come? The poor devils of steers have never done anything but ramble off the run now and again, while we -- but it's too late to think of that. It IS hard. There's no saying it isn't; no, nor thinking what a fool, what a blind, stupid, thundering idiot a fellow's been, to laugh at the steady working life that would have helped him up, bit by bit, to a good farm, a good wife, and innocent little kids about him, like that chap, George Storefield, that came to see me