IN STEVE MILLER’S BAR-ROOM, 67

 

made in the road to ruin, and thinks the
prospect for his getting the place in about
two years very fair. He will tear down
the kitchen, and build a handsome dining-
room in its place, and so improve the
ground that it will hardly be known as
the same spot ina year. But, Anna, he'll
find himself mistaken! Ive got my eyes
open. Not while I am living shall Steve
Miller own this property !”

Tears of thankfulness gushed. from the
eyes of Mrs. Le Roy, as she said—

“Oh, what a mountain you have taken
from my heart!”

On the next day, Le Roy related to every
acquaintance he met the conversation he
had heard while in Miller’s bar-room;
and these told the story to others. So
that, before evening, it was all over the
village.

“Let's go there in a crowd to-night,”
suggested one, “ and organize a temperance
society in the bar-room.”

The suggestion struck the fancy of all

IL—F