One dollar and man and And and twO bulldozin vegetabl butcher unt ing imp coun would be Chr made up dually subs did beggar ainly had that wor ich no mor could wou card bearing the name "Mr James Di flung though the and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham ou as Del oung came hnome an ery good Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood befo she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly Now, there were two p ssessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day up in the So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a te two splashed on the worn red carpet. down the stairs to the street. topped the sign read: "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della have a sight at Down rippled the brown "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand "Give it to me quick" said Della Oh, and the next two hours tripped b et the hashed metaph cking th ood things из orname even worth The Watch . Аз tch Jim mi ometimes ons and gas and We ruant schoolboy. S Jim doe and chorus do with chops doubl corn whispe The door opened and Jim stepped in and upon Del could we peculi because ldn't have through Christmas without rry Christmas be happy grow ou grows ve cu me ju3 im looked about Christmas Ev ood you. Maybe chops count m d his Del some inconseque dar Jim drew rom his ove pocket "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'11 unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy: and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powe of the lord of the flat worshippe rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs she knew, and ved an should ha and a smile and aped up like "Oh nd cri She ous me and ar uch and put his hands und put our Christmas and keep em a whi the watch bu oo nic combs. And now supp you know, wez wonde uneve chronic