But again after a little she caught back her courage. "I'm ashamed--ashamed!" she said aloud. "I'm not playing fair. I've got to be happy if I can't have my baby, and I will. But, O, if I were only sure that she is cared for!" At that moment there came a low rap on her door. Going to it, she called, "Who is it? Who is there?" but she did not open the door. There was no reply, only the sound of soft retreating footsteps. "Somebody going by," she said, turning away, but as she did so she thought she heard a little whimpering cry outside. Instantly she flung the door open, and there in a basket lay her baby. "It--it _can't_ be!" Olga cried out, incredulous. Then she caught up the baby and hugged her till the little thing whimpered again, half afraid. "O, it is--it _is_!" Olga cried. "You blessed darling--if I could only keep you forever!" Still holding the child close, she snatched up the basket, shut the door, and lit the gas. In the basket she found a note from her sister. "I'm sending back the baby [it read]; I only took her to scare you--just to pay you off for nagging me so about work. You can have her now for keeps. Dick doesn't care for children and they are an awful bother, and you've spoiled this one anyhow, fussing so over her. I reckon you and I aren't exactly congenial, and I shan't trouble you any more unless Dick goes back on me again, and I don't think he will. "Sonia." Through the still night air came the sound of bells--Christmas bells ringing in the Great Day. To Olga they seemed to call softly: "'Love is the joy of service so deep that self is forgotten.'" Printed in the United States of America * * * * * * FICTION, JUVENILE, Etc. CLARA E. LAUGHLIN "Everybody's Lonesome" A True Fairy Story. Illustrated by A. I. Keller, 12mo, cloth, net 75c. Every new story by the author of "Evolution of a Girl's Ideal" may be truthfully called her best work. No one who feels the charm of her latest, will question the assertion. Old and young alike will feel its enchantment and in unfolding her secret to our heroine the god-mother invariably proves a fairy god-mother to those who read. ROBERT E. KNOWLES The Handicap 12mo, cloth, net $1.20. A story of a life noble in spite of environment and heredity, and a struggle against odds which will appeal to all who love the elements of strength in life. The handicap is the weight which both the appealing heroine and hero of this story bear up under, and, carrying which, they win. WINIFRED HESTON, M. D. A Bluestocking in India Her Medical Wards and Messages Home. With Frontispiece, 12mo, cloth, net $1.00. A charming little story told in letters written by a medical missionary from India, abounding in feminine delicacy of touch and keenness of insight, and a very unusual and refreshing sense of humor.