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"Oh, there he is just on the bank. The river looks rather high oh, your horse doesn't want to go in, Kent. He whirls on his hind feet, and tried to bolt when Manley started in " Kent had been watching her face jealously. "Here, let me take a look, will you? I can tell " She yielded reluctantly, and in a moment he had caught the focus.

Manley joined them at dinner, wearing his best air of a discreet and indulgent man of the world, and confident of making himself valued. He was in very good spirits, for he had persuaded Helena to marry him that day month, and was rejoicing in his success. He did not tell Mr. Flexen, or Mr. Carrington, of his good fortune.

Manley went because he intended to vote for the man, and called it an act of loyalty to his party to greet the candidate; also because it took very little, now that haying was over and work did not press, to start him down the trail in the direction of Hope.

"I don't reckon the oats box will hold Fred very long," he observed meditatively. He added reminiscently to Manley: "I had a deuce of a time getting the cover down and fastened." "I'm very sorry," said Valeria, with sweet dignity, "that you gave yourself so much trouble " "I'm kinda sorry myself," Kent agreed mildly, and Valeria blushed hotly, and was glad he could not see.

When he heard his voice he said: "Good morning, Flexen. A young fellow of the name of William Roper will be calling on you this morning. I expect you know all he has to say already. But do you see anything to be gained by his making a pestiferous, scandal-mongering nuisance of himself?" "I do not. I will say a few kind words to him," said Mr. Flexen grimly. Mr. Manley thanked him and rang off.

He had, consequently, just settled to accompany the lieutenant through the pass, when another scout came in with the information that the Arrapahas had taken possession of the pass itself, and that they had so fortified themselves that they could not be driven out except by a strong party, and at considerable loss of life. This made it necessary for Uncle Jeff and Manley to change their plans.

He is not much of an artist, being intent rather on delivering his message than that it should be in a perfect dress. Prof. Manley, in the Cambridge History of English Literature, advances the theory that The Vision is not the work of one, but of several writers, W.L. being therefore a dramatic, not a personal name.

On the return of day we recommenced our search for a practicable way down the mountain; and happily finding it, we at length reached one of the lower heights of the wide valley I have mentioned. I call it a valley, but it was rather a large basin, surrounded, as far as the eye could reach, by lofty mountains. "Now we are here, how are we ever to get out again?" I asked Manley.

"She's got a whole lot to learn," she relieved her feelings somewhat by muttering as she mounted the stairs. What it cost Manley Fleetwood to abstain absolutely and without even the compromise of "soft" drinks that night, who can say?

As he came to the bottom of the stairs the door at the back of the hall opened; James Hutchings came through the doorway and shut the door quietly behind him. Mr. Manley stood still. James Hutchings came very quietly down the hall, saw him, and started. "Good evening, Hutchings. I thought you'd left us," said Mr. Manley, in a rather unpleasant tone.