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One hand held her work big, the other was on Belle's shoulder; and if, us for a fleeting instant she thought, Allan was about to hold out his hand, he changed his mind. His manner was calmly, unconcernedly polite as he spoke her name. "Uncle Allan, what are you doing here?" called Rosalind. Under the chorus of greetings and explanations Celia slipped away.

"Then we don't want it." However, as there was a dictionary in the room, it was thought best to consult it. "Here it is, 'mutual giving and returning," Maurice announced, when he found the place. "'Giving and returning," Rosalind repeated; "Maurice, look for 'mutual." "It means almost the same thing, something reciprocal, in common," he said presently.

Truly, there was a charm about the old town, with its homelike dwellings and generous gardens, he acknowledged to himself. "I believe we are the only people awake," he remarked. "The magician will be awake," Rosalind replied; and so he was, rubbing down the clock case to-day, but by no means too much occupied for company, and he welcomed his visitors cordially, saying Allan was one of his boys.

Then the charm of her voice a little like Ethel Barrymore's when Miss Ethel is speaking very nicely her smiles and dimples, and provocative, inviting coquetterie! Her Rosalind, her Country Wife, her Helena, her performance in "The Railroad of Love"! And above all, her Katherine in "The Taming of the Shrew"! I can only exclaim, not explain!

In the distance along the tracks the houses of the town came into sight. Melville Stoner tried to walk on one of the iron rails but after a few steps lost his balance and fell off. His long arms whirled about. A strange intensity of mood and feeling had come over Rosalind. In one moment Melville Stoner was like an old man and then he was like a boy.

After a long pause, she said: "There is some truth in your words, Rosalind; I did help you to get into this false position. I am sorry; and when I tell Miss Heath the whole circumstance as I must to-morrow you may be sure I shall not exonerate myself." "Oh, Maggie, Maggie, you won't tell Miss Heath!

The words came out of her lips with the coldness of ice. "And if I need you I promise to ask your help. Where did you say you met Mr. Hammond?" Maggie took up her letter and opened it slowly. "At Spilman's. He was buying something for his room. He " Rosalind blushed all over her face. Maggie took her letter out of its envelope.

George and Rosalind had enough to occupy their minds, and Zeb, finding them taciturn, relapsed into a sullen silence. At an early hour each retired. Rosalind now felt more than George that unaccountable presentiment which sometimes comes over one in cases of danger. During the last few hours it had increased until it nearly resolved itself into a certainty.

Cautiously opening the door, he saw with anxious, hopeful joy, that no Indians were visible. "Now, Rosalind," he whispered, "be quick. Make for the nearest trees, and if you succeed in reaching them, pass to the river-bank and wait for me. Move softly and rapidly." Rosalind stepped quickly out.

"I trust I may not be called out for such a purpose, but if I am, I and my rifle are at your disposal." "Thanks, Robertson, you are a good fellow," returned McArthur heartily, grasping the young man's hand. In a few minutes he rose to go. Rosalind accompanied him to the house door. "Mr.