her's was in his pocket.

"Sure and are ye found out?" said the woman, impetuously. "Didn't I tell
you so? didn't I say no good could come of stalin', Grimes, my man?"

Grimes tried to hush her, but she would not listen to him. She had drawn
a shawl about her, and was the picture of woe, with her pale face, her
unkempt hair, and her glittering eyes. She took Will by the hand. "As
you are a gintleman, and the son of a lady, have mercy on Grimes. If
it's the bit of paper ye want, I have it; here it is;" and she drew it
from the folds of her dress. "I knew no good could come of it, and I
would not let him use it, miserable as we are. But spare him, and God
will bless you."

"I have no wish to injure him," said Will, "and my mother thinks if this
is a first offense, and he is at all sorry, I had better not make his
dishonesty known."

Grimes was hanging his head in sullen silence, but at this he raised it
eagerly. "Never in my life before have I taken anything--but you see our
misery. I thought she would be the better for something this money could
buy."

"Hush!" said the woman. "I might better die than live by stalin'. You
will forgive him, misther; I know you will; I see it in your kind eyes."

Will promised silence, except to Charlie Graham, to whom he should be
obliged to reveal the theft, as well as to make restitution; and gladly
turned away from this scene of misery.

Charlie and he had a long talk that night. They concluded to abide by
Mrs. Benson's advice.

"It was very wrong as well as silly for me to leave that check where it
could tempt a poor fellow; and if it wasn't for the Adirondacks I'd send
the whole amount to Mrs. Grimes," said Charlie, generously.

"No, that would not be wise," said Will; "but I tell you what, let's
club together and send her some decent food and clothing."

Their kindness was not thrown away. Grimes never repeated the
wrong-doing. With better times came better health and strength for his
wife, and when Will went home for a holiday he took to his mother a bit
of Irish lace, which Mrs. Grimes had begged him to carry to her.

A CHEAP CANOE.

BY W. P. S.

The labor and ingenuity expended in one season by a boy who has any
taste for the water in building rafts, and converting tubs and
packing-boxes into sea-going vessels, would, if well directed, build a
good-sized ship; but, from lack of knowledge and system, the results of
such attempts are generally failures.

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