An old Irishwoman who has received many benefits at the hand of a benevo lent minister and his wife is so shiftless that occasionally the large-hearted couple lose all patience with her, but she has such a sense of humour and such a beguiling tongue that she never falls to amuse them, and finally to win them back. At one time when money was given to her to buy warm underclothing with she wasted it upon a large plush photograph album. The minister spoke to her with considerable severity, as did also his wife, and for some time Bridget received no calls from either of them. One afternoon, however, the minister re lented, and stopped at Bridget's door on his way to see a sick woman. "Shure, and it's mesilf that dreamed about you lolst noit, Misther Williams," said Brid get with a beaming smile. "Oi dreamed that you and Missus Williams came here to see me, and says you, ' How are you off for tay and coffee, Bridget?' and Oi says, 'lt's niver a drop of ayther Oi've got in the house, Misther Williams !' And thin you presinted me wid a pound of coffee on the sphot! Yis, sorr, that was me dream." "Well, Bridget," said the minister, striving not to smile, "you know dreams are said to go by con traries." "Shure, and that's fwhat Oi said to mesilf," exclaimed Bridget tri umphantly. ."Said Oi, 'Misther Williams is the wan that'll be givin' me the coffee and Missus Williams the tay!' Thlm was my thoughts, sorr."

Novels with a Purpose.
