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For eleven years, I had not seen Joe nor Biddy with h they had both been often beforein December, an hour or two after dark, I

laid my hand softly on the latch of the old kitchen door I touched it

so softly that I was not heard, and looked in unseen There, sht, as hale and as strong as

ever, though a little gray, sat Joe; and there, fenced into the corner

with Joe's leg, and sitting onat the fire,

was--I again!

"We giv' him the nahted, when I took another stool by the child's side (but I did not

rurow a little bit like you, and

we think he do"

I thought so too, and I took hi, and we

talked i one another to perfection And I took

him down to the churchyard, and set him on a certain tombstone there,

and he showed me from that elevation which stone was sacred to the

iana, Wife

of the Above

"Biddy," said I, when I talked with her after dinner, as her little girl