coat and had to be carefully wiped off, for, as he feelingly remarked, —

“I can’t go about wearing my wife’s tears in plain view, now, can I?”

And then Doctor Hoyle’s young friend — she must hear his letter. How interesting he must be! Couldn’t they have him down? And when the bishop next went up the mountain, might she accompany him? Oh, no. The trip was not too rough. It was quite possible for her. She would go to see Cassandra and the old mother. “Poor Cassandra!”

But the self-respecting old stepmother and her daughter did not allow these kind friends to trespass on any missionary supplies, for Uncle Jerry was despatched down the mountain with a bundle on the back of his saddle, which was quietly left at the bishop’s