THE ADOPTION OF ROSY.

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aeparkt ]i»rs<m&se. HI* shotgun rested c«vJesily betVeen his knees. He was not -he nerer hunted; but when \ himself on the Vail It was not yrud^nt for a rabbit to rise on Its haunchetf and look at him. He never trad at birds. They seemed U> know this, and hopped -fearlessly above him among the branches. Today they were holding carnival

sweet. There was the road, a winding dusty ribbon; beside It the plnkcappod yea of clover, and beyond, a (lash of blue where the Ohio turned trom the town. Why did he love the gap. the dusty country road, the crumbling wall with its patches of ivy? Perhaps because these things limited his desires. Through the gap. years ago. a pretty young bride had walked with him. Soon she had died and he had been “Glum" Halleek ever since. He was a hardworking man. as the village admitted; but he had his dayg of Indifference. when he sat at the gap. made whlsUes, shot at marks, and sullenly refused to recognize chance passers-by. Today his solitude was broken. The rattling of a detached bit of masonry a small

footed, clad In sober brown. Settling herself demurely, she drew up the dangling pussy, and slouched over In' comical Imitation of HaUeck's stooped postur “Hello!” he Not a word answered the She hugged her ‘cat and stared Into space. Looking more closely, he saw undried tears on the brown cheeks, an occasional tremor of the set mouth. He spoke more gpntly: “What do you want, sissy T" Still she did not reply. Halleek shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well!" he growled. "Cat got your tongue? Too bother me—better run home!” But she did not run home. She sat there; they sat there together, and Ignored each other. By and by Hal-

d him. half dragging, half carrying the cat. “Look here!" he demanded, flerce- • ly. “What do you want?" Terror loosed her tongue. “Nothing!" she gasped, sirring at him helplessly. "Don't whip me! 1m—Rosy." He began to understand. It was Artwell’s Rosy, the village problem. They ■ttodHwnied. AriwolL and were now dis; cussing thedlsU&sal of his orphan ha-

lt is for me. But she Is so little and helpless, surelr some of you can save her from the poorhous?—some of you childless opes! Think if over and see what you can do. In the meantime 111. give her her bowl of porridge." But Rosy aid not take kindly to the porridge or to the parsonage. There were children there who stared at ter and teased her cat. From the gate she could see Halleek on the wall, and In her childish way she had gone to Bit beside him. “So yon are Rosy!" he said. “What are you aiming to do wit# yourself.any way? What business had you to be bom, without a dollar ahead to grow up on? The parson don't want you. and the big ones don't want you. and I don't want you; What are you aiming to do with yourself?" Rosy looked down. Tie sparkle in here eyea-*hggested Intelligence' de- —**- the slow-moving tongue. e. old lady has supper about X? he. added. '"Did yod want Thsit

There the religion of cleanliness made itself felt. Rosy sat down contentedly In the chair that Halleek had need as a small boy the pride of hts . mother s heart. It had never been removed from its favored comer. Now as his mother turned from the •tore, her tired fare paled. "Why!" she faltered. "Why, who is this. Ho tried to frown. ' “Us that bit of a youngster—the Artwell kid. She - adopted me." Mrs. Halleek hesitated; to the taciturn bathing!" she said, Impulslr'elittle thing!"

Artwcll's Rosy ate ter in the old high cris side, a blue r

1 with that. s Rosy ate her bread and butil high chair by his moth- ! “t^was on lii. Ups to ask for what reason these relics were "resurrected, but he held his peace. SUU he looked at them curiously, something tugging at hla heart; and at times It was a chubby, flaxentaalred boy he saw In plate of the stoical baby. After supper the quiet little guest played on the floor, while Mrs. Halkck “tidied up." The child gathered

playhouse. Then gan to whisper to herself, and be laughed—a natural, spent aquickly suppressed outburst, n fhe lingering sun had quite a behind the parsonage faUl

and the frogs 1

5ak,in the

e said, surlily. "Get

Halleek raised bis h

"Here, you!

your cat and start!" Rosy got up, dismayed. The bits of broken crockery tumbled from hor lap, and In the darkening brown eyes silent tears gathered. "O. Davy." Mrs. Halleek remonstrated. "don't frighlen her! It is getting dark now. ’ Come, mother wlU go a piece with you. Get your kilty.

Rosy."

She obeyed silently, pulling the cat

the tall. The , but pressed her cheek and

purred affectionately. Halleek watched

from under the stove by cat offered'no resistance Its big bead close to

the three—his njpther, the dangling

baby—disappear

hind the dogwood thicket; and

cat, the brown

C > V

cy

o he

. "I love you." “I love him.

Mrs. Halleek and Artwcll's Rosy went lingeringly through the soft twilight. It was so pleasant In the outdoor world! Mrs. Halleek liked to hear the frog chorus, watch the flreflloa feel the cool air upon her face. "Lot mo carry pussy." she suggested. "He wont scratch, will he? Ho looks so gentle—suth a nice kitty!

What do you call him?"

"No, he won't scratch. He's cat—father gave him to me. did. He's Puff. You can hold him a while. Don't you wish he was your

cut?"

"Certainly. He 1» a nice cat—a pretty cat." , Ab he was transferred Puff showed .no concern firther than to cease his purring. "I guess you are lonely without your father, and miss him very much. So you love Puff, and pet him a good He Is a fine cat. Are they . you Rosy shook her hea she said. suecincUy. I'm goln' to stay." “But I can't take you, dear! My boy won't let you stay. You mustn't come back any more. He won't like It If you do." She was certain the child understood. and apprehensive of no further trouble, kissed her kindly at the parsonage gate. But the next morning, rising late-^-It was Sunday—she saw. on opening the door. Rosy and her cat Bitting on the wall. The self-invited guest trudged into the kitchen. “Well. I'll be blcsseo.' Halleek withdrew his bead from the towel and stared. "Yon little imp. what did you come back for? Get out. now. One—>;two—three—quick! One —two—" i But the llttle^clialr In the corner was occupied, the cat under the stove, and the man's brawny arm dropped helplessly. “Ill be—blessed!” be reiterated. and resumed his toilet. The child ate her breakfast as sho had done her supper. In Halleek.'*

high

And Puff had his ssuref the stove.

iousc Vent

about her

When she had finished, she put her bonnet and clean apron. "Come!" she called, holding out hor hand. "Come, you must go back over there. I can't possibly let you stay, dear. Get your kitty and come. You mustn't run away any more. I dare say Mrs. Willett Is very uneasy about you." < Mrs. Willett was not uneasy; sbo nad n« missed the child. She had seven children of/Eer own, and manifold duU^-tto perform. Taking the truant In charge, she chid her. “You mustn't run off. tUmyr she said. "You might get lost; sAnethlng dreadful might happen -to yon." Then turning to Mrs. Halleek. she added. "Mr. Willett will have to turn hor over to the town. I don't think any one here wants her. He should have done so In the first nlace—but there! You know Mr. “-Willett;' I should think—" and the minister's wife looked wistiu!—"you might find her

company!"

Mrs. Halleek flushed painfully. "Davy doesn't like children." she fal tered. "It’s lt> quite out of the question! And I must beg you not to let her bother him any more." Mrs. Willett sighed. '’S31 try not to. ill watch her. And something shall oe done for her at once. I suppose she can be pat In the poorhouse—but It U too bad!" "Yes; It la too bad." Mrs Halleek admitted. In her heart she knew It was very bad. She was desperately lonely sometimes. The gruff, harsh,, selfish man. who seldom spoke save to gl't commands, was not'the son of whom she had dreamed. “I declare!" she said, rising hurriedly. “I shall be late at meeting, and I'm detaining you. Good-by. I hope you'll—do something for the little one. Good-by, Rosy. You mustn't come back to my . house any -moremind!” - Afler the service Mrs. started home ,by way of There she came upon her Rosy and the cat. "Well." said Halleek, angrily, “she's You can. You can tell her* to° light

Then Rosy elaborated her playhi In the corner, while Mrs. Halleek v Work In perplexed silence.

Halleek the gap. son ami

. _ lently at a mo tion from her friend. Her HtUe face

she ait on the wall

shouldn't si

with the

the crows? Why should be be angry and stamp his toot st hie? She laid bold of Mrs, Hal leek's drees, and kept close to her on Urn way to the -

back," Mra.

“I told you not to come i Halleek said, when they

"Didn't I. Rosy?”

The perplexity of the small face

changed to sorrow.

“You are a troublesome baby. And If you don’t mind what is said, they VI11 send you off to the poorhouse." Without warning, down went Rosy on the grass, and the wails of brokenhearted childhood rent the air. Mrs. Halleek stood above her, per-

plexed.

“Rosy!" she said.presently: "Rosy!" "Yfs. ma'am." sobbed the stricken

child;

"What do you want of us?" "I want to love you.” came the an-

swer.

Mrs. Halleek sat down on the grass, took the child In her lap and rocked silently to and fro. Just then her son passed, unnoticed. Something In the sight checked his irritated steps;

the droop of the thin

somethli

ilng the

round.tln of helple: in' the i

“Why. she's old!" he thought. "And she's coddling the child; she wants to keep it!" ♦ Ha walked on to the clump of lilacs near the door. His brows were knit, his hands shut tightly. Then the power within, the spirit of darkness which prompts the cruel word.’ the brutal deed, turned him short shout and brought him back to the woman and the child, still on the grass in a close

embrace.

and she wanted not matter. He fiercely by the shoulder in a grasp that swung her clear of the protecting arms; and shaking her, he sot her down. "Now you clear out!” he commanded. "If I ever catch you this side the gap. I'll—” The threat left all possibilities open. The little seeker of love fled from before his face. At s little distance Puff stood on the defensive, with tail erect and waving. Halleek flung a clod which nar row|y missed its mark; then he turned to his mother. She stood in a dejected attitude, the slow tears running

“There!" he said, gruffly. "I reckon that will settle Willett's little game. If he alms to foist his beautiful plan of benevolence on to my shoulders I guess he'll change his mind! I shall report this pauper at headquarters In the morning, and see If the community has to be pestered any longer. And— Willett needn't apply to me when the church needs money!" Mrs. Halleek did not answer. Long submission had made revolt Impossible. She went silently to the kitchen, and set out the food prepared the day before. Then she and her son ate together—still in silence. It was "always thus, but today a new clement entered In. Each was subdued by a discovery. The woman had learned that her Davy was coarse and brutal, and the man had learned that his mother was bid and in need

i and i had their their

Furtively he studied her face and figure line by line. The cheeks had faded, the brown eyes had lost

dimples.

His glance rested on the little chair In the corner. He remembered a day when she had brought in a manikin molded of butter and set It on the

) be Indifferent, but

table, pretending delighting In his

lug. s: and g

knew his fondness for cloves. "You shall have the top of his head, too!” she had cried, buttering a slice of bread. And then the two

laughed, so foolishly a

y and fa i all tfa

hot!" he grumbled. “There's storm

don't believe I'd go to

i ain’t as

the day—you first

workeds. You b times.

idly iife

the alr.^T d

Sunday school, n You might get t spry as you was t put them little, buff

mo. and we went to meetin*. and raced '

the storm, and beat/'

She loosed up amazed. “I—I remember the breeches.” she faltered. "I sat up. the night before to make them for you. You looked so sweet! You were always a pretty child, Davy. Folks don't dress little "boys that way now. but I thl|k they used to look

natural Jmd wholesome-like." "You made the staff yours said. “I watched you. You've pretty hard In your day. I gues don’t feel any too limber thea either. If Min had lived—” ’ He stopped, and she looked Into her plate, trembling. W3

is almost done, all one asaa Is that Us service be remembered. He was remembering! Out of sorrow and loneliness sprang a. sudden Joy. The faded cheeks blossomed anew, the sacred fire rekindled la her eyes, “Don't hurry your dinner." How gently be-spoke! "I'll Just step out and seyfhat things are sang. We're

V^to hare a regular pour-down! -why. good evenin'. Mis' WUCome in! The storm is on ns!"

Little Mrs. WUlett fluttered in. as if blown by the gale. Her face was

troubled and anxious.

“Well, the land!” Mrs. Halleek pushed her neighbor Into a chair. "Who'd hare thought of seein' you In

the teeth of a-storm?"

"I was so uneasy I had to come." said lh< visitor. “It’s that dreadful bkbyl She Isn't at the parsonage, and I so posed shs bad run away again, but l wasn't sure. It anything were to happen to the little thing—" Halleek paused in the doorway. “Not at your house? I stalled her

back an cour ago!"

Well— leit! <

Iran's lac

"IH look after her." he

here with mother. Mis' Willett.'

He shut bis 11 said. "Stay

Willett.".

He went headlong down the path, looking right and left os he ran. For the drat time since his wife's death, he found himself praying: “My God,

help me find the baby!”

At the parsonage the children s

Hod, still pi God. help me!

b unsuccessfully. i adding to the

k Halleek 1

praying: “Help me. my

Turning his face to the wind, he started for the cemetery. Perba tne little outcast had remembered fa father's burial. Breathlessly he f lowed bis heart's leading, unUI he stumbled over an object at his wife's grave—stumbled and fell to his ki

and struggled.

"Don't whip me!" the object ple<

ed. “I'm Rosy!”

“I won't," said Halleek, taking 1 and the cat In his arms and soothing them as the storm burst. "Don't be afraid, either of you. I’ll be good, Minnie—I'll be like you! Don't cry, Rosy! Put your arms tight around father's neck—that way. Be still, kitty! There—close, it will be over Father will take care of you." In the clearing shower they came dripping Into the Immaculate kiteber "Hello!" called Halleek, cheerily, depositing his burden on the table. "Here she Is. all right, and the cat's done swearing Not hurt a Haven’t you got some of my old d to put on her. mother? Tell Mr. Willett he needn't' bother any more; I've

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her all you

want to. And." he laughed, as he shut the door. “I guess the cat can stay, too!”—Youth's Companion.

decided to keep the youngster.

" r; coddle f

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Horses, mules and donkeys go loaded to market In Turkey, but the road is strewn with grain leaking from the old sacks, and thousands of turkeys, which may be bought at 12 cents apiece, feed on the dropping grain. In . Dublin bay the little fishes are uarlng a bard Hie, owing to numerous sharks One, a “bottle-nose" gentleflve and one-half feet long. Another, measuring eight feet, proved too strong for the line, which had to be cut. The chafing dish Is among the most ancient adjuncts to the culinary department of all nations. It was In great demand at the grand feasts given by the wealthy citizens In ancient Rome. Some of these dishes have recently been found among the ruins of Pompeii. They are of exquisite work-

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A Holyoke (Mass.) man rides a strange hobby. Though 73 years old and wealthy, he devotes all his spare time to the making of stone coffins. During the past 25 years he has made and disposed of over 100 of these, claiming that they keep the body In an excellent.state of preservation long af-

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Hie Rue Trouchet, Paris, which has been paved with a new glass process invented by M. Garcbey, has Just been opened to the public. Contrary jo the expectation of many It forms an cellent foothold, and promises I without’dust and not to absorb v By tbs' process the inventor has been enabled to utilize all kinds of

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Theesri of rock crystal, unearthed at Nlncvah. which Is to bo measured by thousands of years, now lies In the British Museum. with Its surface as bright as when It left the maker's hands. By the side of It are very recent specimens of lens which have been ruined by exposure to London’s fogs and

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