MRS.

PETER PRY TAKES A PACK Mrs.Pry was in a pack, a whole pack, too, which left nothing free but her head, and even that was bandaged in a wet napkin, so that the good woman was in a condition of great helplessness, and nervously counted the moments which must elapse ere Annie, the bath girl, would come to her relief.

Now, as was always the case when in a pack, her ears were uncorked and turned toward the door, which she had purposely left ajar, so as not to lose a word, in case any of the ladies came down to that end of the hall and stood by the window while they talked together.

They were there now, some half a dozen or more, and they were talking eagerly of the last fresh piece of news brought by Mrs.Carter and daughter, who had arrived from Iowa the day before, and for lack of accommodations at the Cure had gone to the hotel.

Both were old patients, and well known in Clifton and so they had spent most of the day at the Cure, hunting up old acquaintances and making new ones.