This is Harold Morley's wife. This morning he has risen and gone out in adesperate mood. "No use to try," he says. "Didn't I go a whomle decade andnever touch a drop? And now just because I fell once I'm kicked out! Nouse to try. When a fellow once trips, everybody gives him a kick. Talkabout love of Christ! Who believes it? Don't see much love of Christwhere I go. Your Christians hit a fellow that's down as hard as anybody.It's everybody for himself and devil take the hindmost. Well, I'll trudgeup to the Brooklyn Navy Yard and see if they'll take me on there--if theywon't I might as well go to sea, or to the devil," and out he flings.

"Mamma!" says a little voice, "what are we going to have for ourChristmas?"

It is a little girl, with soft curly hair and bright, earnest eyes, thatspeaks.