f the night before.

"Wallace," said he, "I told you last month that no man could serve two
masters. We can't afford to employ young men who at any time may be
called out to go parading with a lot of tin soldiers."

"This isn't parade, sir; It's business. It's protecting life and
property."

"Fudge!" said Manners; "let the police attend to that--or the regulars.
It's their business. If you leave your desk on any such ridiculous
orders you leave it for good."

And at four o'clock that afternoon, towards the close of a day filled
with wild rumors of riot, bloodshed, and destruction, a young man in the
neat service dress of a sergeant of infantry--blue blouse and trousers,
and tan-colored felt hat and leggings--walked in to Corporal Fred's
office with a written slip in his hand, and Corporal Fred walked out.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

OAKLEIGH.

BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.

CHAPTER VI.

Jack and Neal entered into partnership in the poultry business.

"You see, I sha'n't have a cent of my own until I am twenty-five,"
explained Neal, "and my old grandmother left most of the cash to Hessie.
She had some crazy old-fashioned notions about men being able to work
for their living, but women couldn't. It's all a mistake. Nowadays women
can work just as well as men, if not better. Besides, they marry, and
their husbands ought to support them. Now, what am I going to do when I
marry?"

Cynthia, who was present at this discussion, gave a little laugh. "Are
you thinking of taking this important step very soon? Perhaps you will
have time to earn a little first. Chickens may help you. Or you might
choose a wife who will work--you say women do it better than men--and
she will be pleased to support you, I have no doubt."

They were on the river, tied up under an overhanging tree. Cynthia, who
had been paddling, sat in the stern of the canoe; the boys were
stretched in the bottom. It was a warm, lazy-feeling day for all but
Cynthia. The boys had been taking their ease and allowing her to do the
work, which she was always quite willing to do.

"I'll tell you how it is," continued Neal, ignoring Cynthia's sarcasm.
"I'll have a tidy little sum when I am twenty-five, and until then
Hessie is to make me an allowance and pay my school and college
expenses. She's pretty good about it--about giving me extras now and
then, I mean--but you sort of hate to be always nagging at a girl for
money. It was a rum way of doing the thing, any