A FIRE IN FAIRPORT XXXV.

I was born in a stable on the outskirts of a small town in Maine called Fairport.

He had a newspaper in his hand, and with a great deal of laughing and joking, read this to me: "'Fairport Daily News', June 3d.

There were Mr. Morris, who was a clergyman and preached in a church in Fairport; Mrs. Morris, his wife; Miss Laura, who was the eldest of the family; then Jack, Ned, Carl, and Willie.

"Your boys are the most gentlemanly lads in Fairport, and as for Laura, she is a perfect little lady.

Mrs. Morris, tell me plainly, are there many such unhappy homes in Fairport?" Mrs. Morris hesitated for a minute, then she said, earnestly: "My dear friend, if you could see all the wickedness, and cruelty, and vileness, that is practised in this little town of ours in one night, you could not rest in your bed.

I belonged to a man who keeps a livery stable here in Fairport, and he used to hire me out to shooting parties.

* CHAPTER IX THE PARROT BELLA I often used to hear the Morrises speak about vessels that ran between Fairport and a place called the West Indies, carrying cargoes of lumber and fish, and bringing home molasses, spices, fruit, and other things.

Some sneak thieves, who had been doing a great deal of mischief in Fairport, crept up the steps and into the house, and, opening the door of the hall closet, laid their hands on the boys' winter overcoats.

Billy and I were not any brighter than many a miserable cur that skulked about the streets of Fairport.

She was three years old, and she had come to Fairport in a vessel with some sailors, who had gotten her in a far-away place.

Once, when Willie was going to spend a few weeks with a little friend who lived fifty miles from Fairport, he took it into his head that Malta should go with him.

At last, Mrs. Morris got into the habit of putting a little notice in the Fairport paper, asking people who were going away for the summer to provide for their cats during their absence.

Not much snow had fallen, but there was plenty of skating, and the boys were off every day with their skates on a little lake near Fairport.

The night they left Fairport he had been hanging about the station.

Fairport was a lovely place in summer, and many people came there to visit.

Pluto said that the baggage-master had a very red nose, and he was always getting drinks for himself when they stopped at a station, but he never once gave him a drink or anything to eat, from the time they left New York till they got to Fairport.

It was better than some of the poor people's houses in Fairport.

I should think that you would have several in Fairport.

Miss Laura was much interested, and said that she would like to start one in Fairport.

He told two stories, and Miss Laura listened eagerly, for they were about Fairport.

The boy said that when his grandfather was young, he lived in Fairport, Maine.

It had come from Boston in pieces, for there was no one in Fairport that could make one.

More than seventy years ago, they had no steamers running between Fairport and the island opposite where people went for the summer, but they had what they called a team-boat, that is, a boat with machinery to make it go, that could be worked by horses.

He was older and graver looking than when I saw him last, and he had a light, brown moustache that he did not have when he was in Fairport.