inished reading.

"I should think they would remove him to an inner cell," said he. "Such
goings on! The girl ought to have a taste of the rawhide."

"Maybe she loves her father and wanted to see him," ventured Babe, who
had no reverence for paternal opinions.

"Love, love," retorted the Dominie, "all the love those people have in
their lives you could put in a nutshell."

"Her father's trial comes up to-morrow--I wonder if they will allow the
girl to attend."

This was from Frederick--he had not seen Tessibel since the night he had
told her how to help her father. His face gathered a crimson shade as he
remembered that he had promised her that he, too, would pray for her
Daddy. The sympathy he had felt in his heart, throbbed again as he
thought of her lonely grief--and the dead toad. He would keep his
promise to Tess--pray that something might come into her life if
somebody went out.

"Mother," said Teola, changing the subject abruptly, "why can't we have
a toffy pull. I want one so badly."

"It's such a messy thing," sighed Mrs. Graves, looking about upon the
tidy home, "and not one of you young people can keep your sticky hands
from the curtains and furniture. But I suppose, if you will have it,
nothing I can say will alter it. But remember this: I won't have those
boys and girls tramping through my house and mussing up everything."

As they rose from the table Teola followed her brother into the hall.

"Frederick, if I arrange the toffy pull, do you suppose Mr. Jordan would
come?"

She dropped her eyes--the blood curling to the edge of the tiny ringlets
that clung to her forehead. Her brother gave a low laugh.

"He would be only too pleased, Sis, and he is a capital chap. He's a
great favorite at the frat with all the boys. Shall I invite him?"

"Yes ... for day after to-morrow evening. Will that suit you?"

"Let me see," reflected Frederick, "we are having a meeting at the
fraternity, but we might come down afterward, unless we are kept too
late."

"Don't let them keep you," pleaded Teola, flashing her brilliant eyes
into Frederick's face, "you and Mr. Jordan have influence enough to get
away, even if you are freshmen."

The student stooped and kissed his sister fondly.

"I'll arrange it to suit you, Sister ... I want to go to the Skinner
trial to-morrow. I suppose father will go, too?"

"Everybody will be there," rejoined Teola. "I wonder if his daughter
will be permitted to see him after she