Finally one of the inspectors said: "He* did take bis child to Atlanta, and spent 200dol getting her eyes cured. one of the strong points against him. There was trouble on your line then, Winston, and you know "we never could locate the thief, and Craig did nearly all his 'subb'ng' right tl»ere. I appreciate the sentiment in tin* case, but our business is to locate rifiers of the mail, and sentiment must stand aside."

"I'm not blaming you," said Mark. "You oughtn't to hold your jobs if it didn't. I was only wondering, after all. if it was so awfully dishonest to tako lottery money if » child's eyes were the stake. I hope it will never be played that high for mc, for that four years of a hungry soldier's life seems to have dulled my ideals somewhat. Still, I don't believe Beri stole it, and my life on it, you will find none of your marked money, on that child's father."

Mark was tying out the letters and pack ages, and placing them in the pouch that would be given Ben at our next stopping point. He musingly continued as he worked: "She makes the trip with him sometime*- —comes over to see her aunt at this end of the line, I believe. Been doing so ever since lie got a regular run down he-re. I shouldn't wonder if she's with him to night. Hope she is, for—well, no matter. Say," speaking aloud, "did you ever see that young one?" As we pulled up by tho side of Ben's car a few minutes later we .'raw him standing in the door with hi 3 chiid in his arms. Well, he didn't look like a thief a bit, but in spectors don't go much on looks. I went over to Craig's car, and he signed mc for through New Orleans registered mail. As I left I heard him tell the child, "Throw a kiss t« Mr Winston." When I climbed back into the ear Mark was murmuring something with God's name in it. It may have been a curse—it might have been a prayer. He was the only man I ever knew that could say either wth equal earnestness. 