"that Leetle Tim."

The boy"with the basket of apples was half an hour late yesterday at the Central Station for the first time in six monthe, nnd when he carne in he was without liia basket, and bis eyes ware red and swollen. He's been such a straight, square boy that he has inany friendo onthis corner, and he was at once nsked if the boot-blacks hnd been cobbing hina. "No, not that," he said, " but don't yon remember tliat 'Leetle Tim,' who carne here once in a while with me ?" "Little Tim! Yes - he is your brother. " ' ' That's what he was, atid I whb breaking him in to sell apples and rnake chango. Well, little Tim is deal !" "No?" "Yes. When I woke up at daylight this morning he was cuddled up to my back, cold and dead ! The Lord took him in thenight, air, andwasn't it awful, sir, tluit I wasn't awake to put my arms ovev him and lmg bis little head up under my chili 1" ' ' It's too bad - -too bad. " "It's awful on us all, sil'. Father's sitting iu a corner, crying like a child ; tüothef'ï wecpillg and wailing, and the childreii are smoothing little Tiin's curls and calling on him to wake up ! That's why I haven't brought the apples, sir, and that's why I won't be here for two or three days. We've got to bury leetle Tim, we have, and I don't see how we can ever gather around the stove again of an evening and he lying in the graveyard ! I'm big, sir, but I can't help crying, and father can't help but cry,and I wish - I I" And may the Lord seat little Tim at His right hand and givc him a crown of