Patty unpinned the tartan shawl, and snugly wrapped within lay a little babe; a delicate veil covered the small face within the lace and satin cap, and Patty lifted in motherly hands one of the most singularly lovely infants that sun had ever looked upon. Dimpled, snow-white, with exquisitely molded features, and neck and hands; soft rings of golden, silken hair, a faint perfume of costly odors breathing from its garments. Patty's tender heart melted at the divine innocence, loveliness, helplessness of the little one, and raising the rosebud face to her own, she kissed it softly again and again. This motion caused the white cashmere cloak to fall back, and Mark gave a cry at some dark thing broadly pinned against the quilted satin lining. As his wife kissed the babe, murmuring: "Little, lovely angel! Who sent you? Who could abandon you?" Mark unpinned this object and held it near the light. Then he gave such a cry that his wife, clasping the babe closer, turned to him in alarm. In his shaking hand he held a packet of bank-notes. He cried out: "Patty! Patty! Did God send this? See! Just the amount of my debt! Patty! Patty! am I safe? Is this ours?" "How much is there?" she demanded, breathlessly. "Twenty fives! A hundred pounds!" "Mark, just what we owe?" "Just that. Oh, Patty, we are saved!" He staggered to a seat, white and weak, and then, first, Patty realized what his anguish of soul had been. The strong young farmer shook like a reed; drops of perspiration rolled over his face. "But is it ours?" demanded Patty, sitting down also, and beginning to unfasten the baby's cap and cloak. "See if there is anything more--any message--any word--quick--oh, Patty, Patty. I am weak!" Patty rose up, stroked his cheek, kissed him, said: "Courage, Mark! Heaven has helped us!" and then she set to searching the child. On the lace bosom of the little dress was sewed a letter. She unfastened it and held it to her husband. "You read it, Mark. I am so frightened, my eyes are dim. See, it is to us; it says on the outside--'TO MARK AND PATTY BRACE.'" Mark restrained himself, and as Patty softly rocked the child to and fro on her breast, he read aloud: