True to His Old Friend

Ttuc to His Old Friend. An old man was leading a thin old horse across the commons in the northern part of the city, when a passer-by asked him where he was going. 'I'm searching for a bit of green for the poor beast," he an- swered. *Td send him to the bone-yard or the glue factory," said the other contemptuously. "Would you?" asked the old man in a trembling voice, "if he had been the best friehd you had in the world and helped you to earn food for your family for nearly twenty-five years? If the

children that's gone and the children that's livin' had played with their arms around his neck and their heads on him for a pillow, when they had no other? Sir, he's carried us to mill and to meet- in', an' please God he shall die like a Christian, an' I'll bury him

with these old hands. Nobody'll ever abuse old 'Bill, for if I go afore him there are those who will look after him." "I beg your pardon," said the man who had accosted him, "there's a difference in people."