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FOR WILLIAM--A HOME.
On the first Sunday after the wedding Pete came up-stairs to tell his master, William, that Mrs.Stetson wanted to see him in the drawing-room.
William went down at once.
"Well, Aunt Hannah," he began, reaching out a cordial hand.

"Why, what's the matter ?" he broke off concernedly, as he caught a clearer view of the little old lady's drawn face and troubled eyes.
"William, it's silly, of course," cried Aunt Hannah, tremulously, "but I simply had to go to some one.

I--I feel so nervous and unsettled! Did--did Billy say anything to you--what she was going to do ?" "What she was going to do?
About what?
What do you mean ?" "About the house--selling it," faltered Aunt Hannah, sinking wearily back into her chair.
William frowned thoughtfully.
"Why, no," he answered.

"It was all so hurried at the last, you know.
There was really very little chance to make plans for anything--except the wedding," he finished, with a smile.
"Yes, I know," sighed Aunt Hannah.