POSSIBILITIES Christmas passed, and the beginning of the New Year drew nigh.

And, one morning, as Mr.Woodstock was glancing up and down the pages of a ledger, a telegram was delivered to him.

It was from a hospital in the north-west of London.

"Your daughter is dying, and wishes to see you.
Please come at once." Lotty's ailment had declared itself as pneumonia.

She was frequently delirious, and the substance of her talk at such times led the attendant Sister to ask her, when reason returned, whether she did not wish any relative to be sent for.