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WHAT NEXT? 249 hours that were always a pleasant memory afterward to Loth of them; and many who saw the nicely dressed old gentleman, with the fair, bright, golden-haired girl beside him in their elegant carriage, thought what a green old age must be his, with so much to make life pleasant. About one o'clock they turned toward the city once more, and Star said, with a sigh of pleasure: ‘‘Uncle Jacob, I believe there never was such a perfect day before, and I’m sure I never enjoyed a birthday more. You were very kind to plan this pleasure for me.” The old gentleman’s eyes twinkled. Her delight, her bright, animated face were such a joy to him. ‘If I had only been rich as I used to be, I should so like to have made you some nice present to-day—a watch, for in- stance,” he said. ‘You gave me something last night which I value far better ——your confidence,” Star said, softly. ‘‘I should like a watch,” she added, after a moment, ‘‘and I mean to have one some time. When I have earned it, you shall go and select it for me, if you will. But what have you done with your own, Uncle Jacob? You had a very nice one when I first met you, and I remember seeing it on you after the wreck.” ‘* Watches and I have not had much in common during the last two years,” he answered, evasively; and she thought per- haps he had been obliged to sell it since he became poor. All at once the carriage stopped in a quiet street up town, which, Star noticed, was lined on both sides with elegant brown- stone dwellings. ‘‘ What are we stopping here for?” she asked. ‘‘A good woman whom I used to know lives here, and I thought, as we were in gala attire to-day, I would like to stop and make a call, and—intrgduce my Star to her,” Mr. Rosevelt ‘said, preparing to alight. Gomicbooks (E(0) =}