ure of his work.

"Oh, Dad, that's a shame," he cried contritely, "I had so much on my
mind getting ready to go, I forgot. I'll tell Lawyer Ed about him, and
perhaps he can look up something. I have to start early in the morning
or I would yet."

"Well, well," said his father cheerfully. "There now, there is no need
to worry, for they have got him a job, but it is away from home and I
thought he'd do better here. The bit wife is lonely since the wee girl
died. But Billy will jist have to go, and it will only be for the
winter, anyway."

"What's he going to do?"

"It will be in the shanties. He is not strong enough for the bush, but
he will be helping the cook, and the wages will be good. I'm hoping he
will not be able to get near the drink. Indeed it was the little
lassie herself that got him the job," he added, his eyes shining.
"She's the great little lady, indeed."

"Who is, Father?" Roderick spoke absently, his eyes on the fire, his
mind on Mr. William Graham and the B. N. A. Railroad.

"The young teacher lady. She will be down to see poor Mrs. Perkins
every day or so since the wee one died. And the poor bit Gladys! Eh,
she's jist making a woman out of her indeed."

Roderick's eyes came away from the fire. He was all interest. "Oh, is
she? Does she visit the folks in Willow Lane? What is she doing for
them?"

"Eh, indeed, what is she not doing?" cried his father. "It's jist an
angel we've got in Willow Lane now, Lad. I don't know how she did it,
and indeed Father Tracy says he doesn't know either, but she's got Judy
to cook a hot dinner for Mike every day, and she's teaching Gladys at
nights, and she's jist saved the poor Perkins bodies from starving.
She showed the wee woman how to make bread, and oh, indeed, I couldn't
be telling you all the good she does!"

Roderick listened absorbedly. So that was where she kept herself in
the evenings. And that was why he could never meet her any place, no
matter how many nights he frittered away at parties in the hope of
seeing her.

"And how did she get this job for Billy?" he asked, just for the sake
of hearing his father talk about her.

Old Angus smiled knowingly.

"Och, she has a way with her, and she can get anything she wants. It
would be through Alfred Wilbur--the poor lad the boys will be calling
such a foolish name."

"Yes, Afternoon Tea Willie. What's he after now?"

"Indeed I think he will be after Miss Murray," said the old