The boy glanced towards the wood box behind the cook stove. In the hurry of the past twenty-four hours Ralph had not found time to keep it as well filled as usual.
His guest evidently observed this, went into the wood shed, seated himself on the chopping log, and seizing the short handled ax there, began chopping the sawed lengths piled near at hand with a pleased, hearty good will.
Mrs. Fairbanks, disturbed by the sound of chopping, had awakened, and with some trepidation came hurrying from the sitting room, anxiously seeking to learn what had become of their guest.
Ralph motioned her to silence, his finger on his lip, and pointed significantly through the open rear doorway.
A pathetic sympathy crossed the widow's face and the tears came into her eyes. Ralph left her to keep an unobtrusive watch on their guest, and returning to the well, found the envelope he had left there pretty well dried out.
He carefully removed the envelope, and placed it in his pocket. Then he as carefully unfolded the sheet within.
An expression of dismay crossed his face. The inside screed had not been written in ink, but with a soft purple lead pencil. This the rain had af-
