THE TELEGRAM Frank's heart gave a great bound at the suggestion of a telegram.

A telegram could mean but one thing--that his mother had become suddenly worse.
He hurried to meet his stepbrother.
"Is that a telegram, Mark ?" he asked, anxiously.
"Yes." "Is it anything about mother?
Tell me quick!" "Read it for yourself, Frank." Frank drew the telegram from the envelope, and read it hastily: "My wife is very sick.

I wish you and Frank to come home at once." "When does the next train start, Herbert ?" asked Frank, pale with apprehension.
"In an hour." "I shall go by that train." "I don't think I can get ready so soon," said Mark, deliberately.
"Then you can come by yourself," replied Frank, impetuously.

"I beg your pardon, Mark," he added.

"I cannot expect you to feel as I do.