Rev. IT. WARD, Assistant Editor.

PRICE ONE CENT.
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turned. Then she killed a chicken and


dressed it, ready to broil for his supper


made up nice short-cake, and set the Ia
BILE with clean, white tsble-cloth. About
sundown, she commenced baking the cake.
and cooking the chicken, and at dusk had
thsm all ready to put on the table the mo-
ment he came in. 4 4ea


" Your father is late," she remarked TO
one Of the children, after sitting in mu-
sing attitude for about FIVE minutes, after
every thing was done that she could DO
towards getting supper ready. As she said
this, she got up and went TO the door and
looked long and intently down the street
IN the direction that she. expected him,
calling each distant, dim figure, obscured
by the deepening twilight, his, until near.
er approach dispellsd the illusion. Each
disappointment like this, caused her fssl-
ings to grow sadder and sadder, until ,at
length, as evening subsided into night, with
its veil of thick darkness, she turned into
the house with heavy oppressive sigh, and
rejoined the children, who were impatient
for their supper.


swat little while,'' was her reply to
their opportunities. "Father will soon be
here now" 7ft 94ad


She was still anxious that their father
should see their improved appearance.
80 0 no." urged one. 1--WE want our
supper now" ,. v


90 yes. Give us our supper now. I'm
50 sleepy and hungry" /" whined another.


And to give force to these, the youngest
began to fret and cry. Mrs. Braddock.
could delay no longer, and SO she set them
up to the table and gave them a. much A.
they could eat. Then she undressed sacho
in turn, and in little while, they were fast
asleep. H4i u


M9 ae ITO be conAinued