'There must be some that help her, sir. The woman lives and feeds her family. But there was a Trades' Union secretary here this morning, inquiring about all this disturbance there has been, and saying that the men were wrong to be led to violence by such a fellow as Sam Shuck: over eager to say it, he seemed to me. I gave him my opinion back again,' concluded Peter, pushing the pipe, which he had laid aside at his young master's entrance, further under the grate. 'That Sam Shuck, and such as he, that live by agitation, were uncommon 'cute for their own interests, and those that listen to them were fools. That took him off, sir.' 'To think of the fools this Daffodil's Delight has turned out this last six months!' Mrs. Quale emphatically added. 'To have lived upon their clothes and furniture, their saucepans and kettles, their bedding and their children's shoes; when they might, most of 'em, have earned thirty-three shillings a week at their ordinary work! When folks can be so blind as that, it is of no use talking to them: black looks white, and white black.' Mr. Clay smiled at the remark, though it had some rough reason in it, and went out. Taking his way to Mr. Hunter's. 'Austin! You must live with me.' The words came from Mr. Hunter. Seated in his easy chair, apparently asleep, he had overheard what Austin was saying in an undertone to Florence--that he had just been giving Mrs. Quale notice, and should begin house-hunting on the morrow. They turned to him at the remark. He had half risen from his chair in his eager earnestness. 'Do you think I could spare Florence? Where my home is, yours and hers must be. Is not this house large enough for us? Why should you seek another?' 'Quite large enough, sir. But--but I had not thought of it. It shall be as you and Florence wish.' They both looked at her; she was standing underneath the light of the chandelier, the rich damask colour mantling in her cheeks. 'I could not give you to him, Florence, if it involved your leaving me.' The tears glistened on her eyelashes. In the impulse of the moment she stretched out a hand to each. 'There is room here for us all, papa,' she softly whispered. Mr. Hunter took both their hands in one of his; he raised the other in the act of benediction; the tears, which only glistened in the eyes of Florence, were falling fast from his own. 'Yes, it shall be the home of all; and--Florence!--the sooner he comes to it the better. Bless, oh, bless my children!' he murmured. 'And grant that this may prove a happier, a more peaceful home for them, than it has for me!' 'Amen!' answered Austin, in his inmost heart. THE END. J. OGDEN AND CO., PRINTERS, 172, ST. JOHN STREET, E.C. * * * * * MRS. HENRY WOOD'S NOVELS. Uniformly bound, 6s. each. EAST LYNNE. (85th thousand.) THE CHANNINGS. (35th thousand.) ROLAND YORKE. A Sequel to "The Channings." MRS. HALLIBURTON'S TROUBLES. THE SHADOW OF ASHLYDYAT. VERNER'S PRIDE.