Papa's own boy, he looks beautiful and as bright as the day." "Mamma thinks he's a very handsome mixture of papa and grandpa," Elsie said, leaning over to caress the babe, now crowing in his father's arms.
"I'm afraid he inherits too much of his grandpa's temper," remarked Mr.
Dinsmore, but with a glance of loving pride bestowed upon the beautiful babe.
"I, for one, have no objection, provided he learns to control it as well," said Mr.Travilla; "he will make the finer character." Little Elsie had grown weary of her play.
"Put box way now, mammy," she said, getting up from her cushion; "wee Elsie don't want any more.

Mamma take; Elsie so tired." The baby voice sounded weak and languid, and tottering to her mother's side, she almost fell into her lap.
"Oh, my baby! my precious darling, what is it ?" cried Elsie, catching her up in her arms.

"Papa! Edward! she is dying!" For the face had suddenly lost all its color; the eyes were rolled upward, the tiny fists tightly clenched, and the little limbs had grown stiff and rigid on the mother's lap.
Mr.Travilla hastily set down the babe, laid turned to look at his little girl, his face full of alarm and distress.
Mr.Dinsmore sprang to his daughter's side, and meeting her look of agony, said soothingly, "No, dearest, it is a spasm, she will soon be over it." "Yes; don't be so terrified, dear child," said Rose, dropping her work and hurrying to Elsie's assistance; "they are not unusual with children; I have seen both May and Daisy have them.

Quick, Aunt Chloe! a cloth dipped in spirits of turpentine, to lay over the stomach and bowels, and another to put between her shoulders.

It is the best thing we can do till we get a doctor here.