What He Came For

It came to pass, theii, when Maoallister Hcllhenny preferred his simple request for lier heart and hand, she respectfully but firmly declined, saying in that guileless, disingenuons, original way of hers that she would not be his "wife, but would be a sister to hini - oh, so gladly! - extending her lily white hand with a string tied to it. That was only last night, and this night he had coine to gather up the rich and costly presents he had given her, and she was sitting in the drawing room with her mother, when there carne a pull at the doorbell, like the sluggish pull of a mud turtle at a frisky fishline. "Wlio ciin that be?" asked the maiden's mother as she waited for the butler to respond to it. "It is Macallister Mcllhenny, mamma, ' ' replied the girL "What is he coming here tonight for? I thonght yc.u gaveliim thé bou - excuse me, I mean rejected hiin last night." "I did, mamma. " "Tl'.rn what is lie coming hei'e tonight for?" "I suppose, mamma," said the fair creature, gazing tenderly on a photograph of hor flanee, "that he wishes me to hold an inquest ou him. " As Macallister McIUienny entered tlie apartment there were tears in his eyes.