One Touch Of Motherhood

A lady In waiting to tlie Tríncese oí Wales told a friemd a touching little Incident wliich look place soon after -the death of lier sou, tlie Duke of Clarence. The princess, with her usual íiontle reticence, trietl to hide the grief for her first-boi n. It was shown ouly in her failing health and in inoi-ensed tender consideration ïor all i around her. One cl.iy while walktag wh!i üiir of her ladiea in the quid laaies near 8andringliam, tslm met an old woman weeping bitterly and totici Ing ander a load of packages. On inquiry it appeared tliat she was a carrier, and made hér living by shopping and doing errands in the niarket town for the country people. "But the weight is too heavy at vuur age," sald the p'rincess. "Tes. You're right, ma'am. 111 have to glve it up, and if I givei it up I'll starve. Jack carríed theni for me - my boy - ma'am." "And where is he now ?" "Jack ! He's dead ! Oh, he's dead!" the old woman cried wildly. The .princets, without a word, hurvied on, drawing her veil over her face to hide her tears. A few days later a neat little cart witli a Btout donkey wero brought to the old carrier's door. She now travel-i wilh them to and iro, making a comfortable living, and has never boen told the rank of the friend who has tried to make her life en sier for