IDA IS FOUND Ida was sitting alone in the dreary apartment which she was now obliged to call home.

Peg had gone out, and, not feeling quite certain of her prey, had bolted the door on the outside.

She had left some work for the child--some handkerchiefs to hem for Dick--with strict orders to keep steadily at work.
While seated at work, she was aroused from thoughts of home by a knock at the door.
"Who's there ?" asked Ida.
"A friend," was the reply.
"Mrs.Hardwick--Peg--isn't at home," returned Ida.
"Then I will come in and wait till she comes back," answered the voice outside.
"I can't open the door," said the child.

"It's fastened outside." "Yes, so I see.

Then I will take the liberty to draw the bolt." Mr.John Somerville opened the door, and for the first time in seven years his glance fell upon the child whom for so long a time he had defrauded of a mother's care and tenderness.
Ida returned to the window.
"How beautiful she is!" thought Somerville, with surprise.