n such weather as verified the warmest

that a walking party of eight set out to pay a

on, carrying his gun, shot doves for the evening

rival that good lady, informed of this desire, kindly proceeded to gratify her guest, and the entire party was presently led by her to the kitchen, the hero of this adventure modestly walking beside the fai

t help of Roger Smith, might have landed, pell-mell, on the cellar bottom; or how, in rescuing her, he himsel

was with painful effort that he won to the top. At this juncture Sholto, aroused by the unwonted rumpus, made his appearance, anticipating no less a disaster than the reappearance of the slippery savage, for whom he

th a glass of old Port. This done, Sholto wheeled the sufferer's couch into the adjoining parlor. Half an hour later Leon came in with a well-filled game-bag; and after an hour of mild Koshare merriment, in which the athlete but feebly joined (the pain of his ankle was still terrible), the little party took its way, in the fading sunlight, to Alamo Ranch. Miss Paulina, having promptly decided that her patient was unequal to the return by way

pring, and when a pot of tea had been made by the hostess' own careful hand, and Sholto had wheeled

busied themselves with doily and centre-piece, the Harvard man, lying in the comfort of partial relief from pain, watched the dainty fin

n wily personage who (according to Dr. Watts) finds employment for idle hands, and thus conceived the wickedness of cunningly using this accident to further his own personal ends. Thus devil-tempted, this hitherto upright young pers

come as sound as ever, the present historian can only, in view of this lapse from integrity, affirm with Widow Be

adise,-Elysian days, while, waited on by Sholto, petted by Miss Paulin

setting sun flooded all the west with gold, touched the distant mountain peaks with splendor, and threw a parting veil of glory over the wide mesa. Within, the firelight made dancing shadows on the parlor wall, where the pair sat together in that eloquent silence so dear to love. "Well," s

is mind still sorely misgave him. "Why," thought this depressed lover, "was not my name Winthrop, Endicott, or

would ever countenance this unequal match. His millions woul

lden-brown velvet, with the creamy old lace at wrists and throat, the brown hair combed smoothly from the white forehead, knotted behind and fastened with a quaint

n cellar,"-such was the commonplace begin

at a serious thing it is to sprain one's ankle. You have been a most patient sufferer, Mr. Smith; and, indeed, for the past two weeks, a most jolly

And, hereupon, without the slightest reference to his crutches, he rose from his chair and skipped over to her side. "A sprain," explained this audacious lover, "may be cured in a fortnight, but it takes a good month to woo and win

specting females by a whole fortnight of wilful duplicity. For my aunt I cannot answer; for myself

standing crutchless on his firm feet, with his arm thrown about the waist of he

"my ankle is as well as ever; and your niece has promise

g into the family! and he a Hemmenshaw, and as proud as Lucifer!" "Never mind, Auntie dear," said the smiling fiancée, guessing her thoughts. It will be all right with father when he comes to know Roger;

reat loveli

ulina decisively, "we wil