At a certain livery stable in a Western city, says an exchange, the men were so loud and profane in their conversation that they were frequently complained of to the "boss," who threatened to discharge them one and all if they did not reform. They listened to him respectfully, but went on swearing right and left, quarreling and wrangling among themselves all the time they were grooming customers' horses or harnessing teams within earshot of the public. But of a sudden all this stopped. The man who had been the loudest and most profane swearer went about his work as still as a mouse. All the men spoke pleasantly to each other, and not a loud or violent word disturbed the serene air. It was as if a miracle had happened. "You men have turned over a new leaf," said the proprietor of the stable; "what has caused the change? You use to swear by the —" "H-u-s-h, boss," said the man nearest to him, "we don't want her to know." He looked up and saw a little face at the window—the face of a delicate child, whom he now remembered to have seen playing lately about the stable. "It's Jim's kid. Her mother is dead, and we've taken her to help fetch up for Jim. She's a right nice little thing, and she thinks her pap just hunky, and we don't 'low her to get wind of any wrong doin,' and if enny man uses a swear word before her we'll break his—gosh, I nearly done it. Well, we're all just a-bustin' with meanness, but it's got to stay there, 'cause you see Nellie's a real little lady." "I see," said the livery man goodhumoredly, "that Nellie is going to be a missionary round here, and keep all you fellows straight." And the little face at the window smiled down on them, and Nellie was happy because they were "pap's" friends.—Selected.