The cart stopped at the point nearest to that building, where the unrecognized dead were carried. The two policemen drew away the blanket, and there, outstretched upon a piece of carpet, Mary saw her benefactor. She moved slowly forward; she clung with her cold hands to the side of the cart, and bent her eyes upon that still, white face. The sunshine lay upon it, and the breeze swept back from that marble forehead the bright hair that she had seen Mrs. Chester arrange so often. It might have been the sunshine--or perhaps that God, "who careth for the fall of a sparrow," had left a smile upon those white lips to comfort the little girl; for it is in small things often that the goodness of our Heavenly Father is most visible. "He is smiling--oh, he smiles on me," cried the child, with a burst of tears, lifting her face to the policeman, with a look that went to his heart. "He has not smiled like that, not once since his birth-day," and overcome with all the sweet recollections of that day, the child covered her face and wept aloud while the bystanders stood, lost in sympathy, gazing upon her. "Did you know this man?" questioned one of the officers, addressing the child, and motioning the driver to be quiet, for he had other work to do, and was in haste to get the body of Chester into the dead-house. "Did I know him?" repeated the child, looking up through her tears with an expression of wonder that he should ask the question. "Did I know him?" "If you did," rejoined the man, "tell us his name, and perhaps we need not carry him in there." "In where?" said the child, looking wildly at the building to which the man pointed. "That is not his home." "No, it is the dead house," replied the man. "The dead house?" repeated the child, and her lips grew pale with horror. "And must he go in there?" "Not if you can point out his home; perhaps he is your father?" "He was more than that--he was--oh, sir, you do not know how much he was to me!" "Well, what was his name? if you can tell us that, we will take him home at once. The coroner has seen him--there is nothing to prevent." "His name, sir," answered the little girl, making a brave effort to speak calmly. "His name was John Chester." "John Chester! that is the man who held the place that Smith has got this very morning. I saw him at the Mayor's office not half an hour ago with the appointment in his hand," said the officer, addressing his companion. "Poor fellow, poor fellow, it was a hard case!" and the policeman reverently settled the body upon the cart and bade the driver go to the Chief's office and bring a cloak which he had left there.