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The light of the following day brought little hope or courage; but Haldane started out, after aa dinner and a place to sleep He was not as successful as usual, and noon had passed before he found anything to do

As he was plodding wearily along through a suburb he heard sorily that he stopped to listen, and was not a little surprised to find that theto himself For a few moments there was a sound of a saw, and when it ceased, a harsh, querulous voice coiven to soliloquy often began and finished his sentences with a vindictive and prolonged guttural sound like that here indicated--"Miserable hand at saood! Why don't you let some one saw it that kno? Tryin' to save a half dollar; when you know it'll give you the rheu; it's mean--mean as dirt You know there's poor devils who need the work, and you're cheatin' 'em out of it But it's just like yer! A-a-h!" and then the saw began again

Haldane was inclined to believe that this irascible stranger was as providential as the croaking ravens that fed the prophet, and he proate and entered An old man looked up in some surprise He was short in stature and had the stoop of one who is bending under the weight of years and infirmities His features were as withered and brown as a russet apple that had been kept long past its season, and his head was surmounted by a shock of white locks that bristled out in all directions, as if each particular hair was on bad terave the continuous i very bitter, and wasa wry face over it But Haldane was in no noht stu for a little work, and with your per to pay"

"That won't be ry man a dinner"

"Haven't you had any dinner?"

"No"

"Why didn't you ask for one, then?"

"Why should I ask you for a dinner?"

"Why shouldn't you? If I be a tight-fisted ry man"