THE POOR WOODCUTTER. 83

 

of seeing the man. But his search was not
successful. As he was about going away,
he met the sawyer who had been at his
house on the day before, and remembered
him.

“Have you seen any thing of the man
who split my wood for me yesterday ?” he
asked of the sawyer.

‘“‘He hasn't been on the wharf to-day,”
was replied.

‘“¢ Where does he live ?”

“In Federal street, near Seventh.”

“Do you know his name ?”

“Yes, sir. His name is Harlan.”

“Ts he very poor ?”

“Yes, sir; and he’s been sick. He
wasn’t able to undertake such a job as he
had yesterday, and I’m afraid it has put
him back.”

“ Has he a family ?”

“Oh yes. He has a wife and children.”

Mr. Edgar stood musing for some mo-
ments. Then he asked particularly as to