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40 LAURA BRAYTON. Glenn hurriedly pointed out young Putnam, and sald: : “There’s the chap that did it, my gal. Isn’t he gallus to look at; trim and straight as a lberty- pole, and twice as handsome. If I was the prettiest galin all Baltimore, I’d kiss him before the crowd for what he did for you.” | “Heaven reward him; I never, never can, though all the gratitude words can speak or heart can feel are his for his noble deed. Please tell me your name, sir, that I can breathe it in my prayers. I can do no more.” Thus addressed, young Putnam turned and said: “T give you my name, Eldridge Putnam, because prayer is never lost. But you and your child, scantily clad, look both as if poverty was your lot. Life, though preserved, is not a blessing if it is spent in misery. You have losta home. With this, secure another.” And he pressed a well-filled pocket-book in her hand, and instantly pushed his way out from among ; the admiring, cheering crowd. (e(o) ‘omicbooks, m