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BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR. 29 CHAPTER VI. JOY TO TOIL-WORN HEARTS, Mr. Legare, after leaving the bindery, drove, or was taken in his carriage, to a prominent bank, in which he was heavily interested, both as a stock- holder and depositor, transacted some business there, then took a turn down Wall street to look into some stocks there, and returned home just in time for lunch. | He was met at the table by his two children— Frank, a son of five-and-twenty years, and Lizzie, a daughter just five years younger. His wife, their mother, had passed away two years before, leaving sweet memories only to cheer their saddened hearts, for as wife and mother she had been a treasure on earth. “Well, children, how have you spent your morn- ing?’’ asked the fond and ever indulgent father. “T have been over in Forty-Fifth street, father, calling on your old friend, Mr. ——,’’ said Frank. ‘T love to visit the dear old fellow, and to hear him talk of his travels in Europe. He is droll, yet there is a vein of true philosophy in all he says. And his sketches of scenes he visited are so full of life and interest. An invalid, yet so cheerful—it would cure -a misanthrope to visit him once in a while.’’ ‘“He is a good man, Frank, and I am glad you like to, visit him. He has seen much of the world, and you can learn a great deal in conversing with him. And now, daughter, dear, how have you spent your afternoon?’’ ‘“T started out to go a-shopping, papa. You know Gomicboo ‘Ss (ele) m