Sandy

me one to take charge of a car of live stock which was on its way to a great exposition in

a first attempt at a charcoal sketch from life: one cheek was larger than the other, the mouth was sadly out of drawing, the eyes shone ou

rm-house, had been given a good breakfast, had made his to

b, sir, whatever it i

th misgiving, but h

ook after the cattle. My man will meet you when

th the cows?" cried S

nd him in the great city with a dollar in his

ear by. A hook-nosed woman, carrying a smoking lamp, conducted him to a room under the eav

eel," he said; "and the pot's s

y, cabs and cars in constant motion, long lines of blazing lights marking the thoroughfares, the thunder of trains in the b

window, and a restless, nerv

lf, all alone." A tear made a white course down his grimy cheek, then another and

tion in a small mirror over the table. What the bruises and swelling had left undone the cheap mirror completed. He started back. Was that the boy he knew as himself? Was that Sandy Kilday w

eople were crowding into a street-car marked "Exposition." Sandy, ever a straw in the current, joined them. Once more down among hi

e sat before it all the evening with fascinated eyes, devouring every detail and oblivious to the curious interest

cture; it was not until he reached his r

thin and ill-treated kitten to Sandy's window. The welcome it received must have completely restored its shaken faith in human nature. Tired as he was, Sandy went out and boug

thfully at the depot. The regular hours and confinement

ing of miles and miles of wonderful pictures. He even bought a catalogue, and, prompted by a natural curiosity for anything that interested him, learned the names o

of it was a great pipe-organ, and after a while some one began to play. With his cap tightly grasped in both hands, he tipto

y," said an usher. "You

y who looked like a m

," she said in

ng. He only wanted to be let alone, so that he could listen to those strange, beautiful s

ad been played, he tur

do it eve

nthusiasm: "Wednesd

"if you come first do you save me a

sician, and he lived on two scanty meal

ge out to the switch-station. As he tramped back along the track he spied a familiar figure ahead of him. There was no mistaking that short, slouching body with th

easily at the sc

a mile. I ain't mad any more. It's straight home with me you are goin'; and if we can g

provisions, Sandy even going to the

ranger was introduced. But her unfriendly demonstrations were ignored. Ricks was th

led up in the blink of an eyelash. Don't be mindin' the cat, Ricks. She's

recounted courageous adventures of the past, and outlined marvelous schemes

e had been beguiled by Ricks's romances, and now he had to go back to the humd

u be goin', Ricks?"

rted fer," said R

full in the eyes of Sandy. Once more he saw the little maid of his dreams

surprised kitten into his pocket, he gladly followed Ricks once more out into the broad