86 TROTTYS WEDDING TOUR.

frightened nights, little June was laughing softly, and had
found some one to love her at last.

And so she did not find Massa Linkum after all ?

Ah!—who would have guessed it? To that place where
June had gone, where there are no masters and no slaves, he
had gone before her.

And don’t I suppose his was the first face she saw, as she
passed through the storm and the night to that waiting,
beautiful place? And don’t I suppose he smiled as he had
smiled before, and led her gently to that other Face, that
thorn-crowned Face, of which poor little June had known
nothing in all her life? Of course I do.

The foreman had some trouble in finishing the story of
poor little June. He quite forgot to count his “ ems”? (which
Max had taught him how to do), or to threaten his composi-
tors with a reduction of wages if they did not work faster.
As for the compositors themselves, they neglected to strike
for a half-hour law, which they were in the habit of doing
every day, and did not call for “ copy ”’ once.

When the story was finished, Nita tried to find her pocket-
handkerchief, but had n’t any. She didn’t have very often.
So Trotty lent her one of his. He had three, — little stiff
brown wads jammed into different pockets, — and he passed
them around the printing-office as if they had been refresh-
ments.