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Show WHOM GOD H1TJN0IIED. (Continued from last week.) orncr winoow a accona cusei, -quae small, upon which stood a very creditable credit-able sketch of n handsomo Scotch collie col-lie dog. Crossing over, bo scrutinized It approvingly. "What have you hero tho work of some pupil?" Yes," she answered proudly; "that is tbo work of my favorite pupil Laddie!" "Indeed!" he exclaimed, with enthusiasm. en-thusiasm. "What-our llttlo Laddlel Why, tho dear llttlo fellow couldn't have done anything that would havo pleased rao more." When Laddie came In from school an hour later he found mamma, with such a happy look in her dark eyes, pouring tea at the tiny table, and yes, his papa standing by ber with bis hand o. her glorious white balr and looking just as If be did not know whether to cry or be happy- or both at once. "The half hour's sitting" was, strange to say, forgotten, but Sheldon McAllister proved his "leniency toward to-ward the eccentricities of a white haired woman" by Insisting on a flying visit to tho county clerk's office, and when he came back he brought a minister with him. |
