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Show I THE OLD CABINET. ' It Brought Good Fortuno to Two Lonely Hearts. "I daro say It's a groat curiosity," said Mrs. Mlnden, carelessly; "but I novor did fancy tboso quaint old odds and ends ot croatlon, and I didn't bargain bar-gain to havo my houso turned into a storage-place for Undo Zadoc's old rattlo-traps. Sol ordered it oont to tho socond-hand doalor'a establishment this morning. IIo allowed mo flvo dollars for itl And, roally," addod tho lady, with a laugh, "I think 1 should have boon tomptod, If hotter torms could not havo beon mado, to njiy tho dealer fivo dollars for romovlng it from tho promises." prom-ises." , Mr. Minder looked np from behind tbo closely-prlntod columns ot tbo daily papor. "And If your Uncle Zndoo inqulros aflor it?" said ho. "Bocause it will bardly do to offend tho old gontleman." "Oh I wo'll toll him It all foil to ploces," said Mrs. Mlndon, calmly. "Ten to ono bo'll nevor tblnk of It agalnl" And Mrs Mlnden replaced tho old tcakwood cablnot with a modern chiffonier, chif-fonier, inlaid with china tiles, and gilt-torlng gilt-torlng with brass ornaments, and congratulated con-gratulated horsolf on gottlng rid of (Jnclo Zadoc Johnson's "old trash." "Ob, mamma," crlod Beatrice field, coming In ono day from carrying homo a roll of embroidered satin to tbo shop for which sho workod, "I saw such a lottly old Indian cablnot in Lock wood's second-hand storo as I passod byl It was marked 'Fit toon dollars.' Mnmma, it would brlghton up our dim littlo parlor par-lor llko a bit of the Orlontt" Mrs. Fl old's Durable littlo parlor, whoro it bocamo tbo dollght of Bee's heart- "I could fancy all sorts of dolightful mystorlos out of tbo 'Arabian Nights,' when I sit bora and look at its carvod cornora and odd, twisted doors," said she. "I'm suro tboro's a sccrot draver in It somonhere, although I novcr bava boon able to find It It shall bo our household idol, mamma, and I'm quite, qulto suro that It will bring us good luck." "I foar that nothing will over do that," said poor little Mrs. Field, sighing. sigh-ing. And, although tbo remark aoundod oxtrome, yot there bad been a concatenation concat-enation of olrcumstancos in Mr s Field's Ufo to justify it. Whon Boatrlce was yot an Infant, her husband, a aoa captain, cap-tain, sailing between the ports ot Bombay Bom-bay and Now Vork, by way of tho I.cn-don I.cn-don docks, was lost at sea. The guardian guar-dian of ber little fortuno proved unworthy un-worthy of tho trust, and decamped, leaving hor penniless; and slnte then oxistoncobad bepn ono 'of rjSntinunl struggle, until licalrlco, growing up, bad developed an Uriunual lastolfor tho fino artistic ttccdloworu which was just thou coming lnU fashion, and bad vlr iually takon tho support 0 tbo family Into ber own bands. And In bor dollght at this now acquisition. acquis-ition. Bratrlco told its history to old Captain Burton, a sick lodger on tho boor above, to whom shosomotlmcs car-riod car-riod Iced cofToe, white grapes, littlo odds and ends of luxury. "For ho Is so poor," roasonod goner-oub goner-oub littlo Boo. "And he has nofriondsl"' Ono day, honovor, when Boo trlppod lightly up with a plato of cream puffa which sho horsolf, had manufactured, sho saw a brown-skinned, wrinkled littlo old man sitting at Captain Burton's Bur-ton's bodsldo, "Eh?" said bo. "Ahl So you aro tho littlo guardian angel, aro you?" "I am Boatrlco Field," said our horo-Jne, horo-Jne, coloring up. "And I did not know that Captain Burton had company, or" "Oul I'm not company," chucklod the littlo brown man.. "I'm only Zadot Johnson. I'm Bon Burton's second sousln, and I'vo boon looking for him thoso six months.' Now, by tho merest ihanooln tho world, I'vo found hlro. Vnd 1 hayo to thank you. Miss Beatrloe, or all tbo dlsmtorosted kindness you tavo shown him." |