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Yet she liked her thoughts: a vigorous youngacquaintance with life, and watches its

oith interest Mary had plenty of ht was not veined by any solemnity or pathos about the old man

on the bed: such sentied creature whose life is not visibly anything but a rereeable side of Mr

Featherstone: he was not proud of her, and she was only useful to him

To be anxious about a soul that is always snapping at you must be left

to the saints of the earth; and Mary was not one of them She had

never returned him a harsh word, and had waited on him faithfully: that

was her utmost Old Featherstone himself was not in the least anxious

about his soul, and had declined to see Mr Tucker on the subject

To-night he had not snapped, and for the first hour or two he lay

re his bunch of

keys against the tin box which he always kept in the bed beside him

About three o'clock he said, with remarkable distinctness, "Missy, come

here!"

Mary obeyed, and found that he had already drawn the tin box froh he usually asked to have this done for him; and he