Marriage has filled up a void in the heart of Miss Hetty. Though not so
prim, or perhaps careful, as she used to be, she is a good deal happier.
Three hearts are filled with thankfulness at every return of MISS
HENDERSON'S THANKSGIVING DAY.






THE FIREMAN.

BY MISS M. C. MONTAIGNE.





IN one of the old-fashioned mansions which stand, or stood, on Broadway,
lived Alderman Edgerton. Nothing could have induced Miss May Edgerton to
reside six months in the old brick house had it not been inhabited by
her grandmother before her, and been built by her great-grandfather. As
it was, she had a real affection for the antiquated place, with its
curiously-carved door-knocker, its oaken staircase, and broad chimneys
with their heavy franklins. She was a sweet, wild, restless little
butterfly, with beauty enough to make her the heroine of the most
extravagant romance, and good as she was beautiful.

Little May had never known a sorrow, and in fact existence had but one
bugbear for her--that was, the fates in the shape of her parents, had