had passed from the hands of a son of the Catholic Church into those of the "prayin' Me

of Mrs. Guise into the front garden, as the Young Doctor was getting into his buggy for the return jour

uld bird from the forests of the Equaytor, wherivir it is? Look at the beautiful little white curls hanging down her cheek, tied with ribbon-pink ribbon too-an' the bonnet on her head! Did ye iver see annything like it outside a zoolyogical gardin? Isn't it like the topknot of some fine old parakeet from Pernambukoko-and oh, Father Rainbow, the maginta dress of her! Now I tell you, Doctor dear, I tell you the truth, what I know! She wears hoops, she doe

ther person in Askatoon. He was always sure to be stimulated by a new

rnambukoko' does not ma

id with an ai

in. Shure, there's no likeness between anny two of them; it's as if they was gathered from ivry corner of the wide wurruld. There's a Mongolian in the kitchen an' slitherin' about outside, doin' the things that's part for man and part for wumman. Li Choo they call him. Isn't his the face of a bald-headed baboon? An' the half-breed crature-she might ha' come from

" asked the Young Doctor in a low tone. "Hav

, wid her hair flyin' behind like the daughter of a witch or somethin' only half human- so belongin' to the hills an' the bogs an' the cromlechs was she. Well, that's the maid that's mistress of Tral

en, Patsy Kernaghan," said the Young Doctor; "it's ge

rdin upon each other, d'ye think would it be a Gardin of Eden?" Suddenly Patsy's manner changed.

e, Patsy?" asked th

e old fella watches that

ella bein' the cause of

s he done?" asked the Young

like wan that 'd be called to the Land of Canaan anny minnit. Wasn't you here tendin' her, as if she was steppin' intil her grave, an' look at her now! She's like a rose in the garde

y? Isn't his mother always with him? Hasn't M

tween Winnipeg and the Mountains-an'-an'-you talk to me like that! Is the ould fella al

ou suppose that there's somebody always wa

which it is-the Chinaman or the half-breed wumman. But I'll tell you this: they'll take his pay and lie to him about whatever's goin' on inside t

' stuck him as full of Ingin arrows as a pin-cushion, an' rode off with the lovely little lady in beyant there. That's my mind about her. It isn't on her you can rely. If ye want the truth, y'r anner, them two young people have had words together and plenty of them, whether it's across the hall-her room from his; or

" said he, "you talk a lot. There's no greater talker between here and

ther with a primitive intelligence which showed him to be what the Young Doctor k

hat's why I spoke to ye. I'm afraid of the old fella, for his place is not in the pen wi

'the truth,' Patsy?

s spakin' to wild youth-honest and dacint and true. But

an be removed. Patsy, you are staying on here.-I know, and I trust you. The girl and the young man have bo

the love-song rises in

nag

. I had a talk with her to-day. Perhaps we can get hi

wife upstairs, an' the fine young fella sittin' alone in his room achin' fo

still," he said, "but I think none the worse of you for that. Sufficient to the day is th

new Kernaghan's instinct to be true; and it also may be that what Kernaghan thought possibl

e Mazarine was with her wounded guest, with the man who had saved her husband's money and perhaps his life. The wounded guest