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Parker was a long, loose, gaunt gentleman, with a peremptory forehead and a capable jaw, but on the present occasion his capability was baffled and swamped in the attempt to steer the craft of his talent up an unaccustomed channel without a pilot. "I don't see as it's any use, Fisbee," he said, morosely, after a series of efforts that littered the floor in every direction.

Fisbee and the foreman made haste to the nearest vestibule, and were gazing blankly at its barred approaches when they heard a tremulous laugh behind them and an exclamation. "Upstairs and downstairs and in my lady's chamber! Just behind you, dear."

Watts's third well comes in, and young Fisbee has convinced me that it will, and if my Midas's extra booms the stock and the boom develops, I shall oppose the income tax. Poor old Plattville will be full of strangers and speculators, and the 'Herald' will advocate vast improvements to impress the investor's eye.

Every one sat beaming, and fragrant veils of smoke soon draped the room. "Why do you call her 'Miss Sherwood'?" Boswell whispered in Keating's ear. "That's her name." "Ain't she the daughter of that old fellow over there by the window? Ain't her name Fisbee?" "No; she's his daughter, but her legal name's Sherwood; she's an adop " "Great Scott! I know all about that.

A moment later he put his right hand to that shoulder and gently moved it up and down with a caressing motion over the shabby black broadcloth her garment had touched. "Look at that old Fisbee!" exclaimed Mr. Martin, affecting indignation. "Never be 'n half as spruced up and wide awake in all his life.

Helen turned away without answering. Her face was very white and looked pinched about the mouth. She went back to where old Fisbee sat on the porch, his white head held between his two hands; he was rocking himself to and fro. She touched him gently, but he did not look up. She spoke to him. "There isn't anything yet. He sent the telegram to mamma.

"Ah!" exclaimed the other. "I want to make him a present of the 'Herald, if he'll take it." He fumed to Meredith, who had come to the gate. "Tom, where is he?" Meredith put his hand on his friend's shoulder, and answered: "I don't know. God bless you, old fellow!" "The truth is," said the judge, as they entered the gate, "that when you drove up, young Fisbee ran into the house.

The missive was signed "H. Fisbee," in a strapping masculine hand that suggested six feet of enterprise and muscle spattering ink on its shirt sleeves.

The foreman, unable to decline it, thanked her awkwardly, and, as she turned to speak to Fisbee, bolted out of the door and ran down the steps without unfolding the umbrella; and as he made for Mr. Martin's emporium, he buttoned it securely under his long "Prince Albert," determined that not a drop of water should touch and ruin so delicate a thing.

The "Herald" printed News, and the paper was sold every morning at stands in all the towns in that section of the State. Its circulation tripled. Parker talked of new presses; two men were added to his staff, and a reporter was brought from Rouen to join Mr. Fisbee. The "Herald" boomed the oil-field; people swarmed into town; the hotel was crowded; strangers became no sensation whatever.