between us, I believe."

We had that night a fine supper of venison steaks, roast ducks, stewed
squirrels, oysters and fish, all well cooked by Mr. Loud's old negro,
who was really an artist.

S.C. CLARKE.




THE LIVELIES.

IN TWO PARTS.--II.


When Dr. Lively had accomplished his part toward relieving immediate
suffering, when he saw system growing gradually out of the chaos, when
he saw that he could be spared from the work, he began to consider his
personal affairs.

"I can't start again here," he said to Mrs. Lively. "Office and living
rooms that would answer at all cannot be had for less than one hundred
and fifty dollars a month, and that paid in advance, and I haven't a
cent."

"What in the world are we going to do?"

"I'll tell you what I've been thinking about: I met in the
relief-rooms yesterday an old college acquaintance--Edward Harrison.