A STORY REMODELED The pretended Halloween was a great success.

So very excited, indeed, did David become over the swinging apples and popping nuts that he quite forgot to tell Mr.Jack what the Lady of the Roses had said until Jill had gone up to bed and he himself was about to take from Mr.
Jack's hand the little lighted lamp.
"Oh, Mr.Jack, I forgot," he cried then.

"There was something I was going to tell you." "Never mind to-night, David; it's so late.

Suppose we leave it until to-morrow," suggested Mr.Jack, still with the lamp extended in his hand.
"But I promised the Lady of the Roses that I'd say it to-night," demurred the boy, in a troubled voice.
The man drew his lamp halfway back suddenly.
"The Lady of the Roses! Do you mean--she sent a message--to ME ?" he demanded.
"Yes; about the story, 'The Princess and the Pauper,' you know." With an abrupt exclamation Mr.Jack set the lamp on the table and turned to a chair.

He had apparently lost his haste to go to bed.
"See here, David, suppose you come and sit down, and tell me just what you're talking about.