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Wilford had wished for a son, and in the first moment of disappoint toward Katy, who had given hi of which to be proud, especially as Jairl, scarcely larger than the last doll hich Katy had played, was a different thing, and it required all Wilford's philosophy and coirlish creature, whose love had fastened with an idolatrous grasp upon her child, clinging to it with a devotion which ht what if God should take it from her

"He won't, oh, He won't," Katy had said, when once she suggested the possibility, and in the eyes usually so soft and gentle there was a fierce gleaed her baby closer to her, and said: "God does not willfully torment us He will not take my baby, when otten to pray, there was so o to sleep at night or waken in the , that there does not coiven to me I could hardly love God if He took her away"

There was a chill feeling at Helen's heart as she listened to her sister and then glanced at the baby so passionately loved In time it would be pretty, for it had Katy's perfect features, and the hair just beginning to groas a soft, golden brown; but it was too small now, too puny to be handsome, while in its eyes there was a scared, hunted kind of look, which chafed Wilford ht else could have done, for that was the look which had crept into Katy's eyes at Newport when she found she was not going hoe, loved at least by four, its randfather, Helen and Jamie, while the others looked forward to a time when they should be proud of it, even if they were not so now

Many discussions had been held at the elder Ca finally that it should bear her own, Margaret Augusta, while Juno advocated that of Rose Marie, inasy the "_r_," and placing so much accent on the last syllable At this the Father Carand sight, than saddle it with such a silly name as Rose Mah-ree, with a roll to the 'r,'" and with another oath the disgusted old ht wish to have a voice in na her own child