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im there, with the same restless, eager look in his eyes. Tonight he evidently failed to find what he sought, and was turni

-at the mother's radiant countenance beaming from the dusk of her crepe veil, at the three little girls in their composite costumes, at the carnations p

ng out frequently, with refreshing spontaneity. Their enjoyment was so evident that Redding was surprised, at the close of the first

like the sho

, his eyes shining an

disengaged one hand and said, with dignity: "I 'low this is Mr. Bob, Billy's friend. Happy to meet

edding simultaneously, and he acco

home?" he asked, lookin

go to?" asked Mrs.

the play out? That w

more, ma?" aske

ow, go back, and stay until everybody has left the

ing an amusing entr'acte f

ed. The Wiggses had obeyed instructions, and were the very last to come out. They seemed dazed by their recen

, "can't you and your fa

; for the past three hours everything had been

Bond's and have something to eat

nes: "Ma, let's do!" and Billy was already casting longing eyes at the big restaurant across the way

as Lady' gittin' in that

ld turn the carriag

ange party. At first there was oppressive silence; then the host turned to Europena and asked her what she liked best to eat. A

en p

ittle cannibal!" he said. "W

t 'em onct at Mrs. Reed's, the Bourbon Stock Yard's

le to smile. It had pleased him to order an elaborate supper, and he experienced the keenest enjoyment over the novelty of the situation. The Wiggses ate as he had never seen people e

cative. She still wore her black cotton gloves, and

ddle as good as you could! I guess you heard 'bout our roof; ever'body was talkin' 'bout it. Billy i

t!" exclai

fact'ry; some of 'em was jes' a little nicked, an' the others was jes' as good as new. Well, he kep' on gittin' 'em ever' day or two, till he had a consider'ble pile. Ever' night he used to set on the floor an' fool with them things, a-fit

, but not

' the childern took it out an' fixed it up on Mr. Wiggs's grave. Some day we are going to make Jimmy one; you know Jimmy's my boy that's dead.

ist of the blue alpaca. Such a wail as arose! Threats and persuasion were alike unavailing; she even refused to be mopped off, but slid in a disconsolate heap under

cidly, as she spread her salad on a piece of bread.

to spasmodic sobs, which in tur

s advice and ignoring the flood sufferer,

heap," answered

while the pay isn't much at first, still it's better than peddling

ct he could take to writin' newspapers right away, if you could hold him down to it. He's jes' like his p

aid Billy, stoutly. His recollection of his pate

we 've got ice-cream." No answer. Then little Europena, with baby wisdom, put her tow head under the cloth, and sa

" Redding filled their pockets with candy and, when Mrs. Wiggs was not looking, put a quarter in each hand. Then he rang for a carriage,

ack against carriage cushions for the first time in h

lives," said Asia. It was the first time

top, ma!" demand

ia, who did not know what new attraction was bein

must stay with ma. Good-by, Mr. Bob,

apartment house where his dark and cheerless window promised him nothing. For a moment he stood irresolute. "There is certainly nobody to care where I go," he thought gloom