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"Aunty," said Jeff, dropping his boyish manner, and his color as suddenly, "I'd rather ye wouldn't talk that way of Miss Mayfield. Ye don't know her; and there's times," he added, with a sigh, "ez I reckon ye don't quite know ME either. That young lady, bein' sick, likes to be looked after. Any one can do that for her. She don't mind who it is.

Then, after his bully little rush when we were ashore, to find that he had been fooled made him madder than a wet hen; and this time he wanted to make sure." Thad drew a long sigh, but made no answer. His thoughts were doubtless serious enough, as he recollected that heavy stone which Jeff had not dared drop while descending from the tree; also the ugly look of the desperado's face.

Nan held her breath. Would he speak? She would give worlds to hear the sound of his voice, She had believed him dying. Now a wild hope surged. If he would could speak, it seemed to her simple logic that he must live. "Nan!" The word was distinct, but, oh, the weakness of voice. The girl thrilled. "Yes, Jeff. I'm here. I'm right beside you." "Tell me things." The girl's heart sank.

Whereat Jeff pointed out that he never before had seen such complete absence of facial hair on women. "Looks to me as if the absence of men made them more feminine in that regard, anyhow," he suggested. "Well, it's the only one then," Terry reluctantly agreed. "A less feminine lot I never saw. A child apiece doesn't seem to be enough to develop what I call motherliness."

His aunt met him angrily on the porch. "Thar ye are at last, and yer's a stranger waitin to see you. He's been axin all sorts o' questions, about the house and the business, and kinder snoopin' round permiskiss. I don't like his looks, Jeff, but thet's no reason why ye should be gallivantin' round in business hours."

He has to be a man, and he'd better be a gentleman." Mrs. Durgin still looked serious. "Have you come back to Boston for good now? Do you expect to be there right along?" "I've taken a studio there. Yes, I expect to be in Boston now. I've taken to teaching, and I fancy I can make a living. If Jeff comes to Cambridge, and I can be of any use "

Melanctha always had ways that made him feel uncertain with her, and yet he was so near, in his feeling for her. He now never thought about all this in real words any more. He was always letting it fight itself out in him. He was now never taking any part in this fighting that was always going on inside him. Jeff always loved now to be with Melanctha and yet he always hated to go to her.

Jefferson Davis is there to-day, and superhuman efforts will be made to break my road. Forrest is now lieutenant-general, and commands all the enemy's cavalry. W. T. SHERMAN, Major-General. General Grant first thought I was in error in supposing that Jeff.

The next morning he made ready for an early start, and in his preparations he had the zealous and even affectionate help of Jeff Durgin. The boy seemed to wish him to carry away the best impression of him, or, at least, to make him forget all that had been sinister or unpleasant in his behavior.

Mightn't Jeff have got the idea that life is an easy job? The colonel felt now that he had always distrusted Reardon's bluff bonhomie, his sympathetic voice, his booming implication that he was letting you into his absolutely habitable heart.