STRIKING A MATCH. . “Well, Min* Ilildeburn, I inns* *nv I’m real sorry you and Mr. Hunglter have fallen out like that.” “Oh. Mr*. Collin*, indeed you are mistaken. There liu* l**en no‘falling out’ between Mr. Hangster and ray aelf. Indeed, I am not on sufficiently sociable term* wit ii any of your gentle men boarder* to have a quarrel.” Haying which Mi** Ilildeburn, a slight, delicate-featured girl of 1H, walked out of the room with even more thnn her wonted dignity of manner and carriage. “Nevertheless, notwithstanding,” pursued Mrs. Collin*, resuming her ironing, “I do tielieve there* been a mlsunderstandin’ led ween tho*e two; and a real pity it i*. for lie did ad mire her nmu/.in'ly. Ileeoiildn't con ceal it. Only they seldom know* whut i« good for 'em, ond she's n let tin’ her pride stand in the way of her happiness now.” “Pride, indeed!” sneered Miss June Humphries, Mrs. Collins' niece mid assistant,, a tall, led-haired, stylishly drcHsed damsel of It ve-and-t liirt y.” I d like to know what right a girl who earn* her livin'bygfvin' musk*lessons at 50 cents an hour has to he proud; and ns for Mr. Hangster, I don't be lieve lie ever had a serious thought about her.” “La, Jane, I don't know whore your eyes kin tie, if you didn't see how fairly wrapped up in her he was V about, two weeks ago. He's a snlen * did young man, anyhow,and I'll see if I can’t mead matters bet ween ’em, “You’d bet ter he mindin' your own hiiHmcsH. I think. Aunt Martha,” HU id MlHM JIIlie, wit 11 M HJlifefljl hltlgll. "Never you mind, June," pemlntcd the warm-hearted Mm. Collin#; "I'll manage ji Home way. Von way nhe'# afraioof ghontn, prior la ml)!” The following evening the kind hearted landlady tap|/ed ut the door of t lie Hcantily furninhed loarl h-nfory room occupied by Lacy Hildebum, and from which now proceeded a melancholy nt ruin. "Studying your piano at night* again?” ipieried Air*. Collin* re proachfully, when the young girl opened the door. "I am very bn*y just now, and miiat put all the time I can Into Htudv.” "Well, Imt .von mant n't forget what the doctor told you about overwork in’your brain,” naid Mm, Collin*. "However,” nhe added, "I won't, detain you longer’n I ken help. I'm come to uek a favor. I’m goin’ to thetheaterthinevenlng.’ So i* Jane, So'h everybody in the houne, I b'licve; and the girl ha* gone to bed with a toothache, So I’m goin’ to ask you to give an eye to the furnace. I’ve jiiHt put on frenli coal and opened the lower doom; but w ill you plen*e go down at, H o’clock and clone the doom?” “Cortainly,” unnented Lucy, upon which Mm. Collin# produced a lan tern, Haying: “Jant take thin down with you. The cellar’* all dark, you know.” Lucy look the lantern, cloned t he room door and returned toherpiano, while Mm. Colliim walked away, chuckling to hemelf. “That lantern ’ll go out jant five minute# after nhe nctn it down, and nhc’il find hemelf all in the dark. And nhe’# afraid of ghontn, poor lamb! itut what if nomebody who ain't a ghost, nhould happen to be goin’ down then* about the name time, and In- obliged tonlrikea match to culm her fear#?” ' I'll M HU' IIIMIIIfalll fm. Ill » »llf> pleading rcfiwtion, Mm. t'ollin* tupped at n door on t hoHccond floor. Iler HinniiioriM wiih responded to liy n plnnHiint-looking young man, who junt now, however, wore a very de jected countenance, "l