When they were all seated at the table,
Jim among them, and she had served them,
she said, standing at the head of the table,
with her hands on her hips: --

"I don't suppose any of you have time
to do anything about it; but I thought you
might like to know that the baby is dead.
I wouldn't think of asking you to spare the
horses, for I know they have to rest. But
I thought, if you could make out on a cold
supper, that I would go to the town for a
coffin."

There was satire in the voice that stung
even through the dull perceptions of these
men, and Jim arose with a cry and went to
the room where his dead baby lay.

About two months after this Annie in-
sisted that she must go home to Illinois.
Jim protested in a way.

"You know, I'd like to send you," he
said; "but I don't see where the money is
to come from. And since I've got this
nomination, I want to run as well as I can.
My friends expect me to do my best for
them. It's a duty, you know, and nothing