dren
for their momentous venture into the world. The washing process was
simple enough. From the dish-pan which stood upon the hearth half full
of dirty water and some of the breakfast dishes, she took a greasy
dish-cloth, wrung it out carefully, and with it proceeded to wash,
not untenderly, the festering heads, faces and fingers of her children,
resorting from time to time to the dish-pan for a fresh supply of water.
This done, she carefully dried the parts thus diligently washed with
the handkerchief which she usually wore about her head. Then pinning
shawls about their heads, she had her children ready for their departure,
and gave them into Mrs. French's charge, sobbing aloud as if she might
never see them more.

"Well," said the doctor, as he drove rapidly away, "we're well out
of that. I was just figuring what sort of hold would be most fatal
to the old lady when you interposed."

"Poor thing!" said Mrs. French. "They're very fond of their
children, these Galicians, and they're so suspicious of us.
They don't know any better."

As they passed Paulina's house, the little girl Irma ran out from
the door.

"My mother want you very bad," she said to Mrs. French.

"Tell her I'll come in this afternoon," said Mrs. French.

"She want you now," replied Irma, with such a look of anxiety upon
her face that Mrs. French was constrained to say, "Wait one moment,
Doctor. I'll see what it is. I shall not keep you."

She ran into the house, followed by the little girl. The room was
full of men who stood about in stolid but not unsympathetic
silence, gazing upon Paulina, who appeared to be prostrated with
grief. Beside her stood the lad Kalman, the picture of desolation.

"What is it?" cried Mrs. French, running to her. "Tell me what is
the matter."

Irma told the story. Early that morning they had gone to the jail,
but after waiting for hours they were refused admission by the guard.

"A very cross man send us away," said the girl. "He say he put us
in jail too. We can see our fadder no more."

Her words were followed by a new outburst of grief on the part of
Paulina and the two children.

"But the Judge said you were to see him," said Mrs. French in
surprise. "Wait for me," she added.

She ran out and told the doctor in indignant words what had taken
place, a red spot glowing in each white cheek.

"Isn't it a shame?" she cried when she had finished her story.

"Oh, it's something about prison rules and regul