so utterly hollow as the attempt to indicate by speech a regard or affection which was not already demonstrated

young husband at his elbow; and the young man had learned him well enough not to

floor, to come in for a share of the meagre adieu. She gave her hand w

ugh the world is paved, I have heard one say, with these broken bits of other's lives, of all colors and all degrees of beauty. In his reminiscences, when he can do no better, he gathers them up, and, turning them over and over in the darkened chamber of his retrospection, sees patter

to look at,-and at a woman who happened to be passing, and who

"what brings you to N

his cheek agains

ing my fortu

think it

it is; the world

tor loo

get the world

ad pleasantly, and let

nce to earn a liv

the other; "that's w

id Richling; "if it will let

sir; no," he insisted, as the young man looked incredulous.

No,"-with

you have s

es,-a

southern "Oh." There i

acancies as you expected

of feeling in the young

misin

ing down-street, "you'll find

willing to

with a shade of disappointment in i

book-keeper, or corresponde

of his head toward his listener, looki

hoe,-or a ba

frown of defective hearing, and

t-wheel-o

th a needlessly resentful-heroic manner, that

round and fixed a kindly severe glance

"I think," he stammered-"it seems to me"-he looked up with a faltering e

ixed that the self-recommended

nd swinging his foot. Suddenly he brightene

he vehicle drew up and stopped. "Still, Richling," the physician continued, as he

he sound. Richling, too, closed his door, but in the soft way of one in tr

He leaned out a little at the side of the carria

ht be explained by his all-day unsuccessful tramp after employment. His wife still r

ing up at him. He gazed

es

discourage

, slowly shaking his head, "I can't s

don't hunt for i

e his head pulled down to her lips. He dropped into the seat left by the physic

do like D

stioner looked

the wife, and, as John smiled, sh

ds, dropped his elbows upon his knees, an

e Doctor thin

e little wife; "that's on

. Her eyes, though turned partly away, betrayed their mischief. There was a deadl

began it is Love's real, not his sham