I hoped for it myself once, but I was disappointed." He gave me a quick look of sympathy.
"Wouldn't they let you ?" "Well, they were afraid I'd be hurt--only I knew I wouldn't be--anything to speak of--a couple of fingers, perhaps--" "Off the left hand," he suggested understandingly.
"Of course,--off the left hand." "That brakeman on No.

3 has got two off _his_ left hand," was the final comment.
We retraced our steps; but there was yet another butterfly of my namesake's.

He led us to a by-path that followed the river bank up to the bridge, running far ahead of us.

When we reached him he was seated, dumb with yearning, before a newly painted sign, "GO TO BUDD'S FOR AN UP-TO-DATE 25 CT.

DINNER." He was obliged to limp that day, for his stone-bruise was coming on finely; but he had gone half a mile out of his way to worship at this wayside shrine.