The King of the Park

ced the growing trees, or launched boats without permission on the waterways, Eugene's pale, thoughtful, and rather unhappy face floated constantly before him. " It's queer, the interest I take in him," he said to himself on the last day of the week. " It must be because he spoke up so frank-like, and asked me to be his friend. He's of a different cut from any other lad I ever saw. Guess I'll look him up after I get off to-day. I d like to inquire about him, anyway; andthere's no one to ask here, for the little miss and her nurse have given up coming too. I guess they've been promenading on the sunny side of Commonwealth Avenue on account of the wind in the Fens." Every evening at six the sergeant went off duty. On that evening, instead of going home, he bent his footsteps toward No. 29 Lovejoy Street. While turning a corner swiftly he ran into a girl who was hurrying along with her head bent forward. It was Virtue Ann, Eugene's nurse; and on seeing the sergeant, she threw up her head with a quick catching of her breath. " Did I frighten you ?" asked the sergeant. " Oh, no, sir! " said Virtue Ann miserably. " Then, what's the matter with you ?" he asked in a puzzled voice. " It's not you," said Virtue Ann, bringing her handkerchief out of her pocket, and roll ing it into a little ball. . "What is it then?" " It's the little boy ? his grandfather's dead, you know." "Not the little French boy's grandfather?" "Yes, sir." "...