he cry for help
was for kitchen mechanics!

When I reported my empty net to Mrs. Mussel on returning, she emitted
a little desolate cluck. She foresees her Christian room rent
overdue, poor thing. The kind little S.F. dropped in and bade me be
of good cheer. She's a brick, and I feel so guiltily aware of
tricking her.

I tried to lure my landlady out to a movie, but she thriftily
refused. She was watching at the window when I came home to-night and
just at the steps I dropped my five cents' worth of literature and a
man who was passing picked it up for me. He glanced at the page as he
handed it back and grinned, "That's a great little old story!" And I
agreed cordially, "It sure is!" and thanked him and ran up the steps.
I wish you could have seen my landlady's face. I thought at first I
would be sent to bed without my supper. When it comes to your sex,
Michael Daragh, her slogan is--"Run, daughter, the Indians are upon
us!"

G--N--

J.

It was several days, then, before they heard again from her, and Emma
Ellis secretly considered that Miss Vail was without doubt giving up and
coming home, but Michael Daragh found himself angrily anxious. But the
letter was reassuring.

_On the Job._

DEAR PEOPLE,

Edna Miles is nursery governess to the two small offspring of Mrs.
Arnold Laney, an opulent, hard-finished lady who cleverly found the
one pearl in the oyster bed, meaning me, this morning. I dashed
thankfully home and almost jolted Mrs. Mussel out of her gloom,
bought two gingham dresses for mornings and hied me to my new home. I
have a cot in the nursery and one bureau drawer and two hooks in the
closet and wrath in my heart, but the kiddies want a story now and I
must stop. They are sallow, fretty, plain little things, but I'm
conscientiously liking them as hard as ever I can. The work shouldn't
be hard, and I have forty a month and three hours every Thursday
afternoon and every other Sunday. I don't like my missus very much,
but the master of the house is a typical T.B.M., only I should say,
from my brief glimpse, that things at home make him _tireder_ than
his business does. I eat with the children in the breakfast room and
the food is rather awful. However, the game is young. Wish me luck,
old dears!

It was eight days before another letter came, and then it was he