MORE WAYS THAN ONE. 145 She opened her letter and read it. “Miss Bees Burpen. “Dear Mapam,— We enclose specimen bottle of our silver- plating and directions and circulars, as requested. Hoping to hear from you again, we are “Respectfully yours, “Eecant Exectroryper & Co.” She opened her bottle and tried it. She experimented on a little black silver fruit-knife and a big brown copper door- knob. Her little bottle turned them both to fresh and fair silver, in which she could see her own dancing eyes. What- ever else might be said of Hlegant Electrotyper, he was so far no cheat. She opened her circulars and studied them. At the end of half an hour she put them down and sighed. “JT must have,” she said aloud, “seven dollars to begin with. Sev—en dol—lars.”” She looked in her purse and found just three. She might go to her father, but she would n’t go to her father. She would run her own business on her own capital, or not at all. It seemed very hard that a girl of eighteen should have to give up her chance of a substitute in the dreadful draft of the world on nursery-maids for want of four dollars! * Beeb went to her upper drawer. There are very few trials in life that a girl will not find some balm for in her upper drawer. 7 Z