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With like exhortations the elder and e in the glooht burned late, on this evening, in Mrs Arnot's parlor The lady's indisposition had confined her to her rooreater part of the day; but as the sun declined, the distress in her head had gradually ceased, and she had found her airy drawing-rooe from the apartment heavy with the odor of anaesthetics Two students fro the early part of the evening, and then Laura had co tale, which had suspended the consciousness of time But as the marble clock on the mantel chimed out the hour of twelve, Mrs Arnot rose hastily fro of, to keep you up so late! If your mother knew that you were out of your bed she would hesitate to trust you with ain"

"One more chapter, dear auntie, please?"

"Yes, dear, several more--to-morrow; but to bed now, instanter Coht I'll reer, for either your foolish story or the after effects of my wretched headache ht Oh, how that bell startlesat the door remained unanswered a few moments, for the servants had all retired But the applicant without did not wait long before repeating the summons still more emphatically

Then they heard the library door open, and Mr Arnot's heavy step in the hall, as he went himself to learn the nature of the untimely call His wife's nervous timidity vanished at once, and she stepped forward to join her husband, while Laura stood looking out frohtened face "Can it be bad news froht

"Who is there?" demanded Mr Arnot, sternly

"Me and Misther Haldane," answered a voice without in broadest brogue

"Mr Haldane!" exclaimed Mr Arnot excitedly; "what can this mean? Who is me?" he next asked loudly

"Me is Pat M'Cabe, sure; the same as tidies up the office and does yer irrinds Mr Haldane's had a bad turn, and I've brought hi open the door, a ainst it, fell prone within the hall Laura gave a slight screa that Haldane was suffering froraphing to hisher mind, when the object of her solicitude tried to rise, and mumbled in the thick utterance of intoxication: "This isn't home Take me to mother's"