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though I hate eavesdroppers, on general principles. They never hear any good of themselves. But, say, grandpa, what about our Uncle Joe, whom I heard you denounce so bitterly? You haven't said / mustn't speak his name, you know."

"Don't talk about him, child, to us or anybody else. He's an outlaw. Dismiss him from your thoughts, just as I have."

"Your uncle may not be living now, Jean; if he is alive, I hope he'll find a better friend than his father," exclaimed the great-grandmother, speaking in a tone of reproach that surprised none more than herself.

"Tell me all about it, grand-daddie darling! Do! I know there's a sad secret somewhere in the family. Something unusual must have happened a long time cigo to bring us all under the ban of poverty. I have heard hints of it now and then all my life; and now I must hear the whole story. The schoolmaster will tell me if you don't."

"No, no, Jean," exclaimed her grandfather, anxiously. " Don't speak of family affairs outside. It is never seemly."

"Neither is it seemly or just to keep members of the family in ignorance of family affairs when all the rest of the neighborhood knows all about 'em! We ought to know all, grandma darling. The reason children are so often unreasonable is that they don't understand."

"* I have been young and now am old, yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging bread,' "said the grandfather, his head still bowed low upon his staff and his white locks falling over his stooping shoulders. "Let us not repine, mother."

"I am not repining, father, but I do feel so—so disappointed with the outcome of all our hard struggles that I can't always be cheerful."

"We'd just begun to get our heads above water when it happened, Jean," said the old man. "We^'d been