Day by day the attachment of the family for Conny increased.
"He is a gentleman born," said Mrs. Hunter. "I wish I could know more about his history, but he is as discreet as if he were fifty instead of fifteen."
"I fancy his father was a gentleman with a Scotchman's weakness for whiskey, and that he came up here to keep out of sight. At any rate, the boy is a genius, and I intend he shall have a chance in the world."
[to be continued.]
"ASLEEP AT HIS POST."—Drawn by C. S. Reinhart.