THE POOR WOODCUTTER.

S Mr. Edgar was leaving the break-
- fast room, one cold morning in Febru-
ary, his wife called after him, and said—
“Qur wood is gone; we must have more
to-day.”
“Not all gone!” returned Mr. Edgar, in
a tone of surprise.
“Yes. Sally says there are only three
or four sticks in the cellar.”
“T thought we had enough to last all
winter,” said Mr. Edgar.
“The cold has been unusually severe,
you must remember,” was replied.
“T know. But it is now only the begin-
ning of February. A cord of good hickory
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