realizing that she had spoken aloud.

"What did you say, Miss Wellington?"

Mary recalled her musing wits. "I've something interesting to tell
you, boys. Miss Burke is going to be married to Jim Daly. That is bad
for you, dears, but partly to make up for it, I wish to let you know
that there is no danger of my leaving you any more."




AGAINST HIS JUDGMENT


Three days had passed, and the excitement in the neighborhood was
nearly at an end. The apothecary's shop at the corner into which John
Baker's body and the living four-year-old child had been carried
together immediately after the catastrophe had lost most of its
interest for the curious, although the noses of a few idlers were
still pressed against the large pane in apparent search of something
beyond the brilliant colored bottles or the soda-water fountains. Now
that the funeral was over, the womenkind, whose windows commanded a
view of the house where the dead man had been lying, had taken their
heads in and resumed their sweeping and washing, and knots of their
husbands and fathers no longer stood in gaping conclave close to the
very doorsill, rehearsing again and again the details of the
distressing incident. Even the little child who had been so
miraculously saved from the jaws of death, although still decked in
the dirty finery which its mother deemed appropriate to its having