won.

At breakfast we were joined by Uncle Peter and Aunt Martha, both of
whom fairly oozed enthusiasm and Clara J.'s pulse began to climb
with excitement and anticipation.

I was on the bargain counter, marked down from 30 cents.

Every time Uncle Peter sprang a new idea in reference to his
garden, and they came so fast they almost choked him, I felt a
burning bead of perspiration start out to explore my forehead.

Presently to put the froth of fear upon my cup of sorrow there came
a telegram from "Bunch" which read as follows:


New York ----

John Henry
No. 301 W. 109th St.

Sister and family will move in country house tomorrow be sure to
play your game to-day good luck.

Bunch.


"Poor John! you look so worried," said Clara J., anxiously; "I
really hope it is nothing that will call you back to town for a
week at least. It will take us fully a week to get settled, don't