The home of the Honorable Mr. Hall was by no means the costliest in the town, but his wife made it the most attractive. He was one of the leading lawyers of the county, and a man of culture and progressive views. He was entertaining a friend who had lectured the night before in the Congregational church. They were by no means in serious discussion. The talk was rather frivolous. Hall had the ability to caricature men with a few gestures and attitudes, and was giving to his Eastern friend some descriptions of the old-fashioned Western lawyers he had met in his practice. He was very amusing, and his guest laughed heartily for a time. But suddenly Hall became aware that Otis was not listening. Then he perceived that he was peering out of the window at some one, and that on his face a look of bitter sadness was falling. Hall stopped. "What do you see, Otis?" Otis replied, "I see a forlorn, weary woman." Mrs. Hall rose and went to the window. Mrs. Markham was walking by the house, her baby in her arms. Savage anger and weeping were in her eyes and on her lips, and there was hopeless tragedy in her shambling walk and weak back. In the silence Otis went on: "I saw the poor, dejected creature twice this morning. I couldn't forget her." "Who is she?" asked Mrs. Hall, very softly. "Her name is Markham; she's Sam Markham's wife," said Hall. The young wife led the way into the sitting room, and the men took seats and lit their cigars. Hall was meditating a diversion when Otis resumed suddenly: "That woman came to town to-day to get a change, to have a little play-spell, and she's wandering around like a starved and weary cat. I wonder if there is a woman in this town with sympathy enough and courage enough to go out and help that woman? The saloon-keepers, the politicians, and the grocers make it pleasant for the man--so pleasant that he forgets his wife. But the wife is left without a word." Mrs. Hall's work dropped, and on her pretty face was a look of pain. The man's harsh words had wounded her--and wakened her. She took up her hat and hurried out on the walk. The men looked at each other, and then the husband said: "It's going to be a little sultry for the men around these diggings. Suppose we go out for a walk." Delia felt a hand on her arm as she stood at the corner. "You look tired, Mrs. Markham; won't you come in a little while? I'm Mrs. Hall." Mrs. Markham turned with a scowl on her face and a biting word on her tongue, but something in the sweet, round little face of the other woman silenced her, and her brow smoothed out. "Thank you kindly, but it's most time to go home. I'm looking fer Mr. Markham now." "Oh, come in a little while, the baby is cross and tired out; please do." Mrs. Markham yielded to the friendly voice, and together the two women reached the gate just as two men hurriedly turned the other corner. "Let me relieve you," said Mrs. Hall. The mother hesitated: "He's so dusty."