14. "Nobody, only Jo."

"Is Jo your brother?"

No, sir. Jo is a girl. I haven't got only Jo." "What does Jo do for a living?"

"Drink, sir,” said Mary Elizabeth, in her distinct and

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15. "I had a brother once," continued Mary Elizabeth, who grew quite eloquent with so large an audience, "but he died, too."

"I do want my supper," she added, after a pause, speaking in a whisper, as if to Jo or to herself, "and Jo'll be wondering for me."

“Wait, then," said the young man. "I'll see if I can't beg enough to get you your supper.'

"I thought there must be an extry one among so many

folks!" cried Mary Elizabeth; for now, she thought, she should get back her five cents.

And, truly, the young man put the five cents into his hat, to begin with. Then he took out his purse, and put in something that made less noise than the five-cent piece and something more and more and more.

Then he passed around the great room, walking still unsteadily, and the gentleman who gave the five cents and all the gentlemen put something into the young

man's hat.

16. So when he came back to the table he emptied the hat and counted the money, and, truly, it was forty dollars.

"Forty dollars!"

Mary Elizabeth looked frightened.

"It's yours," said the young man. "Now come to supper. But see! this gentleman who gave you the five-cent piece shall take care of the money for you. You can trust him. He's got a wife, too. But we'll come to supper now."

17. So the young man took her by the hand, and the gentleman whose wife knew all about what to do with orphans took her by the other hand, and one or two more gentlemen followed, and they all went out into the dining-room, and put Mary Elizabeth in a chair at a

clean white table, and asked her what she wanted for

her supper.

Mary Elizabeth said that a little dry toast and a cup of milk would do nicely. So all the gentlemen laughed. And she wondered why.

And the young man with the brown curls laughed, too, and began to look quite happy. But he ordered chicken and cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes and celery and rolls and butter and tomatoes and an ice cream and a cup of tea and nuts and raisins and cake and custard and apples and grapes.

18. And Mary Elizabeth sat in her pink dress and red shawl and ate the whole; and why it did n't kill her nobody knows; but it did n't.

The young man with the face that might have been beautiful that might yet be, one would have thought who had seen him then- stood watching the little girl.

"She's preached me a better sermon," he said below his breath; "better than all the ministers I ever heard in all the churches. May God bless her! I wish there were a thousand like her in this selfish world!"

And when I heard about it I wished so, too.

THE OLD WAR HORSE TELLS HIS STORY.

BY ANNA SEWALL.

"BLACK BEAUTY" is well known to many of the boys and girls. It is the story of a horse and his companions which has been widely read, and each reader becomes one of Black Beauty's friends before he finishes the book.

Mrs. Sewall has studied animals until she understands what they would wish to say if they could talk, and her delightful story makes us more thoughtful and kind to them.

The old war horse was in the stable with Black Beauty and told him his story.

1. CAPTAIN had been broken in and trained for an army horse; his first owner was an officer of cavalry going out to the Crimean War. He said he quite enjoyed the training with all the other horses, trotting together, turning together to the right hand or the left, halting at the word of command, or dashing forward at full speed at the sound of the trumpet or signal of the officer.

He was, when young, a dark, dappled, iron gray, and considered very handsome. His master, a young, highspirited gentleman, was very fond of him, and treated him from the first with the greatest care and kindness.

He told me he thought the life of an army horse was very pleasant; but when it came to being sent abroad over the sea in a great ship he almost changed his mind.

2. "That part of it," said he, "was dreadful! Of course we could not walk off the land into the ship; so they were obliged to put strong straps under our bodies, and then we were lifted off our legs, in spite of our struggles, and were swung through the air over the water to the deck of the great vessel.

"There we were placed in small, close stalls, and never for a long time saw the sky or were able to stretch our legs. The ship sometimes rolled about in high winds, and we were knocked about and felt bad enough.

"However, at last it came to an end, and we were hauled up and swung over again to the land; we were very glad and snorted and neighed for joy when we once more felt firm ground under our feet.

3. "We soon found that the country we had come to was very different from our own and that we had many hardships to endure besides the fighting; but many of the men were so fond of their horses that they did everything they could to make them comfortable, in spite of snow, wet, and all things out of order."

"But what about the fighting?" said I.

that worse than anything else?"

"Was not

"Well," said he, "I hardly know. We always liked to hear the trumpet sound and to be called out, and were impatient to start off, though sometimes we had to stand for hours, waiting for the word of command. When