CHAPTER VII 



"HE had no soul.' How know you so? 

 What have we, that had not Chico, 



Save idle speech ? 

 If from the Bible you can read 

 Him soulless, then I own no creed 

 That preachers preach." 



The late "PEARL RIVERS" in 

 Frank Leslie's Monthly. 



ONCE, when we lived in our own 

 home city, papa and mamma left me 

 one evening with little Ellie, the 

 new Swedish maid, for Christie had mar- 

 ried and gone to a home of her own, and 

 went about twenty miles away on the train 

 to attend a concert in a neighboring city. 

 It grew colder and colder, and when the 

 music was over, and they came out in the 

 frosty night, the people w r ere rubbing their 

 ears and spatting their hands to keep them 

 from freezing. They got on the train again, 

 and arrived in their own city at midnight. 

 All the carriages were gone from the station, 

 and mamma said: 



" Oh, let us skip along to the house. I shall 



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