in his chair.

He was rosily awake again by the time the newsboys were crying their
evening papers.

"Come and watch for Nickie," coaxed the host; and with Bonny's small,
warm hand in his own he stepped out on the broad granite slab in front
of the hotel.

"That isn't Nickie--nor that--nor that," Bonny kept saying at first.
"Oh, Nickie!" he shouted, suddenly; and plunging forth into the street,
tumbled against a small boy in big trousers and an overgrown cap, whose
bundle of papers looked much fatter than he did.

Astonished Nickie, who had not been home since morning, could scarcely
believe his senses at first, as he stared at his little brother through
the dusk, the fog, and the rain-drops that now began to fall. However,
he could answer all the questions that Laddie had been unable to
satisfy, and in a very short interval a carriage had been summoned, the
host had stowed away in it a capacious basket hastily filled with choice
remnants from the feast, and Bonny Laddie was rolling toward his home in
charge of the gentle stranger lady and her husband.

Was there ever in the most agitated of kettles such bubbling and boiling
over as took place inside the crowded Donald tenement that night? Had
not they all been breaking their loving, anxious hearts about Bonny
Laddie, and lo! here he was, safe in the old red cape, smiling and
shining as usual, and rather mystified at having such a fuss made over
him.

The stranger lady, promising Bonny to come again, made haste to go away,
but before going she had time to wonder at something she saw. Why did
Bonny's tired but blithe-looking mother give the lady's husband such a
sad, almost fearful, look? Why did he seem confused, and going over to
the sick man, say, "I will reconsider that matter, John. You may rest
easy"?

Afterward she understood. When John's master had that afternoon curtly
refused Mrs. Donald's petition, and let her go away disappointed and
distressed, her patient waiting and her earnest pleading having been in
vain, he had considered himself right, from the stand-point of his own
interest. But then he had known nothing of the clean, crowded household,
and nothing of this yellow-haired laddie who reminded him of another
little yellow-haired laddie who had been taken from him.

[Begun in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 37, July 13.]

THE STORY OF THE AMERICAN NAVY.

BY BENSON J. LOSSING.

CHAPTER VIII.

After an almost uneventful cruise, excepting