" Then what do you think •of this ?" asked Pharazyn, as he dipped a hand within his shabby coat, and cautiously unclenched it under my nose. , " 'Why it's a five-pound note !" '"I know ; but wasn't that kind, then ?" "'So Morrison gave you this !' I ex claimed. " Two or three persons had stopped to join us at the pit door, and Pharazyn hastily put the note back in his pocket. As he did so, his dread fully shabby condition gave my heart a fresh cut. " ' Are you never going to spend that ?' I asked in a whisper ; and in a whisper he answered : — " ' Never ! It is all my play has brought me al 1. It was given me as a charity, but I took it as my earnings — my earnings fox- all the work and waiting, and blood and tears, that one thing cost me. Spend it ? Not I ! It will bury me as decently as I deserve.' "We could converse no more. And the pre sence of other people prevented me from giving him my overcoat, though I spoke of it into his ear, begging and imploring him to come away j and take it while there was still time for him to Blip back and get a seat in the front row. But he would not hear of it, and the way he refused reminded mo of hi 3 old stubborn independence ; all I got was a promise that ho would have a bite with me after the performance. And so I left him .in the frosty dusk, ill-clad and unkempt, with tho new-lit lamp over the pit door shining down upon the haggard mask that had once been the j eager, memorable face of my cleverest friend, j "I saw him nest tho moment I entered tho theatre tbat evening, and I nodded my head to j him, which he rebuked with the slightest ehake of I his own. So I looked no more at him before the \ piny began, comprehending that he desired me I not to do so. 