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THE SARDIS WORKS.
At the little station of Sardis, in the hill country of New Jersey, Roland Clewe alighted from the train, and almost instantly his hand was grasped by an elderly man, plainly and even roughly dressed, who appeared wonderfully glad to see him.

Clewe also was greatly pleased at the meeting.
"Tell me, Samuel, how goes everything ?" said Clewe, as they walked off.
"Have you anything to say that you did not telegraph?
How is your wife ?" "She's all right," was the answer.

"And there's nothin' happened, except, night before last, a man tried to look into your lens-house." "How did he do that ?" exclaimed Clewe, suddenly turning upon his companion.

"I am amazed! Did he use a ladder ?" Old Samuel grinned.