LIFE NIGHTMARES

w with the lamp shining foot on her face. Miss Thompson was sitting by the bed talking to the child. But her back was toward the window so that her countenance was not seen. From peggie's f

ve the doctor who used to come to attend you.?" "But not lately, no, Sir."said the little girl. Did you paid him any amount? "Sometimes but not now" "When had you pained?" "Well, this morning my head and my back hurt when you carried me." "It hurts you to be lifted or moved about." "Yes, Sir." "Your side doesn't age now." " No, Sir." " Does it make a great deal." "Yes, Sir, but it hasn't egged any since i've been on the soft bed." "Oh, the soft bed feels good. "Oh yes, Sir." What a satisfaction niggled with gratitude was in her voice. "Supper is ready." Said Miss Thompson. Looking into the room a little while after Joe glanced from his wife's face to that of Maggie. She understood him and answered she can wait until we are done, then I will bring her something to eat. There was an effort at indifference on the part of Miss Thompson, but her husband had seen her through the window and understood that the coldness was assumed. Joe waited after singing down to the table for his wife to introduce the subject uppermost in both of their thoughts. But he kept silent on that theme for many minutes and he maintained a like reserve. But at last she said, abruptly. "What are you going to do with that child". " I thought you understood me that she was to go to the poor house." Replied Joe, as of surprise at her question. Miss Thompson looked rather

nature. Now the sweetest of that sick child looking ever to her in love, patience and gratitude was as honey to her soul and she carried her in her heart as well as in her arms a precious burdens. As for Joe Thompson, there is not