s at his thin threadbare
garments and registered a kindly thought for this brave boy who so
philosophically accepted the buffets of fate.

"I bet this is him now," cried Frank, and all waited expectantly as a
vehicle drove up. The cabman jumped off his box and held the carriage
door open.

"Here you are, Miss Flowers," he said, touching his hat respectfully.

A silver peal of rippling laughter sounded from the interior of the
carriage.

"Why Jerry," came in velvet tones addressed to the coachman, "You
mustn't be so formal just because I have come to New York to live.
Call me 'Miss Ella,' of course, just like you did when we lived out in
Kansas," and with these words Miss Ella Flowers, for it was she, stepped
out of the carriage.

A hush fell on the crowd as they caught sight of her face--a hush of
silent tribute to the clear sweet womanhood of that pure countenance.
A young man on the edge of the crowd who was on the verge of becoming
a drunkard burst into tears and walked rapidly away to join the nearest
church. A pr-st---te who had been plying her nefarious trade on the
avenue, sank to her knees to pray for strength to go back to her aged
parents on the farm. Another young man, catching sight of Ella's pure
face, vowed to write home to his old mother and send her the money he
had been expending in the city on drinks and dissipation.

And well might these city people be affected by the glimpse of the
sweet noble virtue which shone forth so radiantly in this Kansas girl's
countenance. Although born in Jersey City, Ella had moved with her
parents to the west at an early age and she had grown up in the open
country where a man's a man and women lead clean sweet womanly lives.
Out in the pure air of God's green places and amid kindly, simple, big
hearted folks, little Ella had blossomed and thrived, the pride of
the whole country, and as she had grown to womanhood there was many a
masculine heart beat a little faster for her presence and many a manly
blush of admiration came into the features of her admirers as she
whirled gracefully with them in the innocent pleasure of a simple
country dance. But on her eighteenth birthday, her parents had passed on
to the Great Beyond and the heartbroken Ella had come East to live with
Mrs. Montgomery, her aunt in Jersey City. This lady, being socially
prominent in New York's "four hundred", was of course quite ambitious
that her pretty little niece from the West should also ente