One night Miss Coppersmith was awakened by awful groans. She started up in her bed and listened. The groaning was at her window; she also heard raps. She went to the window. Within a foot of it she saw a face — her next next door neighbor's, the peddler of meerschaums. " What do you want ?" she asked, sharply. " Pardon, madame," replied a weak voice, with a strong French accent — " pardon, but I have some colics." " Colics ?" repeated Miss Copper smith. "Vera bad," responded the neighbor. " I expire of pain, and Madame Roonay goes of her cousin's child to the funeral, and in ze house is no one. Perhaps you will 'aye a leetle cau de vie — brandee. Eh! you comprehend, madame ?" " Yes, yes," said Miss Coppersmith, to whom returned a memory of genteel lessons in French, taken in her earlier days. "We Monshurc ; jer comprany—

jer — " but the elegant memory waa but a- faint ono, and she added: I don't know about brandy — perhaps I have, a little. I will see." " Madame is an angel !" responded the neighbor. Miss Coppersmith brought the brandy — about half a gill in a, cologne bottle — and presented it on a small ■ fire-shovel. The neighbor, thanking her in a profusion of complimentary French, retired, but soon was heard to groan again more dismally than before. ! " Are you worse?" called the lady through the shutters. " I am verra bad," piped the sufferer, in anguished falsetto. " Perhaps a mustard plaster might relieve," suggested Miss Coppersmith. " Per'aps," moaned the Frenchman. Miss Coppersmith, who was really a tender-hearted aoul, instantly rushed to the tiny kitchen, and soon ap proached the window again with a plaster between two soup dishes. Placing them on the shovel she waved it before her neighbor's window. " The plaster," she said. The plaster was taken with many thanks. Shortly the groans ceased. Was he dead or relieved of pain, this man who had called her an angel ? She called softly. " Are you better ?" " Ah, yes," replied tho voice. "Ze plastairs is 'evenly ' likcmadamc' " Miss Coppersmith retired. Early the next morning a tap came on her door. It was her neighbor, with her plates well washed, and her bottle re filled. 