MR.

LISTON AND THE DOCTOR Among Snowdon's poor that day, as well as among the wealthier class, there was many an aching heart, and many a prayer was breathed for the stricken Alice, not less beloved than the mother had been.

At Terrace Hill mansion too, much sorrow was expressed.

On the whole it was very unfortunate that Mrs.Johnson should have died so unexpectedly, and they did wish John was there to comfort the young girl who, they heard, refused to see any one except the clergyman and Mr.Liston.
"Suppose we telegraph for John," Eudora said, and in less than two hours thereafter, Dr.Richards in New York read that Alice was an orphan.
There was a pang as he thought of her distress, a wish that he were with her, and then in his selfish heart the thought arose, "What if she does not prove as wealthy as I have supposed?
Will that make any difference ?" "I must do something," he soliloquized, "or how can I ever pay those debts in New York, of which mother knows nothing?
I wish that widow--" He did not finish his wishes, for a turn in the path brought him suddenly face to face with Mr.Liston, whom he had seen at a distance, and whom he recognized at once.
"I'll quiz the old codger," he thought.

"He don't, of course, know me, and will never suspect my object." Mistaken, doctor! The old codger was fully prepared.