. St. Nicholas [serial] . et, having omitted to order his coachmanto stop. But who minds a trifling trouble? Not Mike.He paused before the restaurant, ordering onedainty after another, spelling out their nameson the bill of fare, and, as usual, chargingeverything; and when his banquet was ended,he listened, in much awe, to the conversation oftwo men who evidently had just dined. Frightful dyspepsia. I cant enjoy any-thing, said one, with a rueful face. You eat too rich food, answered the other. Mike, deeply impressed by the strangers wordsand manner. Now I ve just time to buy a present for mi-

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. St. Nicholas [serial] . et, having omitted to order his coachmanto stop. But who minds a trifling trouble? Not Mike.He paused before the restaurant, ordering onedainty after another, spelling out their nameson the bill of fare, and, as usual, chargingeverything; and when his banquet was ended, he listened, in much awe, to the conversation oftwo men who evidently had just dined. Frightful dyspepsia. I cant enjoy any-thing, said one, with a rueful face. You eat too rich food, answered the other. Mike, deeply impressed by the strangers wordsand manner. Now I ve just time to buy a present for mi-ther; to skip down to the pier and tell the capnof my ocean steamer not to start if there s afog; and to see if they have sent the can ofapple-sarce for the rich old party uptown. An hour later, Mike appeared, fresh andsmiling, at his home in OGallagher Court. Thought I d come home, he announced. Gittin dark. Stars all out. And I almostforgot to tell you, here s a gold watch for you, mither, an a shawl, an a couple o pins.. MR. MICHAEL DEEHAN ON HIS WAY TO TELL THE CAPTAIN OF HIS OCEAN STEAMERNOT TO START IF THERE s A FOG. No doubt—no doubt. But that s to be The pins were real, for Mike had luckilyexpected of one in my station. found them on the sidewalk. So rich he has to be unhealthy! meditated The shawl s illigint. Red an green, aint 1902.] MIKE DEEHANS SPREE. 921 it, Micky? cried his mother, pretending toexamine it. An blue an yeller/ added Mike. Sure enough. Blue an yeller, she echoed. Now for our rousin old supper, mither! The remains of the mornings mush and mo-lasses graced the three-legged table. Splendid pie! said Mike, smacking hislips over his saucer. Now some stuffed tur-key, and stuffing. Down on his saucer came more mush. An some blue monge, said Mike, pouringon molasses. An some herring? suggested Mrs. Dee-han, chuckling. An iysters, an ice-cream, an orange-jelly, added Mike, gaily. An enough cake to make you squeal allnight with the nightmare ? Yes, an coffee,

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