Heartrending

The tieautiful young matron bowed her head in lier soft white hands and wept, until ii seemed to the good okl pastor that her friigile frame would be disintegrated by the violence of her sobs. He smoothed bacli the disheveled hair from her throbbing brow, and being but a man smashed tbe roses on her hat in so doing. "Do endeavor to calru yourself and teil me ïvhut this great grief is. Let me try to help you." The young matron sobbed still, but managed to utter: "Oh, why am I so punished? Oh, what have I donethat this grief shouldbebrought upon me? And I hare been so happy!" "But, dear sister, teil me what it is that troubles you?" The young matron turned a tearful gaze toward her good old pastor's face and read therein a world of sympathy. At last she controlled the violence of her feelings enough tospeak. "Oh - oh- oh, "she sobbed, "Fido is jealous of the baby!" And again her stricken heart found relief in