teacher, and became a docile pupil. James North could not have helped noticing her ready intelligence, even had he been less prejudiced in her favour than he was fast becoming now. If he had found it pleasant before to be admonished by her, there was still more delicious flattery in her perfect trust in his omniscient skill as a pilot over this unknown sea. There was a certain enjoyment in guiding her hand over the writing-book, that I fear he could not have obtained from an intellect less graciously sustained by its physical nature. The weeks flew quickly by on gossamer wings, and when she placed a bunch of larkspurs and poppies in his hand one morning, he remembered for the first time that it was spring.

North

I cannot say that there was more to record of Miss Bessy's education than this. Once North, half jestingly, remarked that he had never yet seen her admirer, Mr. Hank Fisher. Miss Bessy (colouring but cool)-'You never will!' North (white but hot)-'Why?' Miss Bessy (faintly)-'I'd rather not.' North (resolutely)—' I insist.' Bessy (yielding)-'As my teacher?' (hesitatingly, at the limitation of the epithet)Y-e-e-s!' Bessy-' And you'll promise never to speak of it again? North-Never.' Bessy (slowly)—'Well, he said I did an awful thing to go over to your cabin and stay.' North (in the genuine simplicity of a refined nature)—' But how?' Miss Bessy (half piqued, but absolutely admiring that nature) Quit! and keep your promise!'

They were so happy in these new relations that it occurred to Miss Bessy one day to take James North to task for obliging her to ask to be his pupil. 'You knew how

ignorant I was,' she added; and Mr. North retorted by relating to her the doctor's criticism on her independence. 'To tell you the truth,' he added, 'I was afraid you would not take it as kindly as he thought.'

'That is, you thought me as vain as yourself. It seems to me you and the doctor had a great deal to say to each other.'

'On the contrary,' laughed North, 'that was all we said.'

6 And you didn't make fun of me?'

Perhaps it was not necessary for North to take her hand to emphasise his denial, but he did.

Miss Bessy, being still reminiscent, perhaps did not notice it. If it hadn't been for that ar-I mean that thar -no, that baby-I wouldn't have known you!' she said dreamily.

'No,' returned North, mischievously, 'but you still would have known Hank Fisher.'

Then

No woman is perfect. Miss Bessy looked at him with a sudden-her first and last-flash of coquetry. stooped and kissed-the baby.

James North was a simple gentleman, but not altogether

a fool. He returned the kiss, but not vicariously.

There was a footstep on the porch. These two turned the hues of a dying dolphin, and then laughed. It was Joe. He held a newspaper in his hand. 'I reckon ye woz right, Mr. North, about my takin' these yar papers reg'lar. For I allow here's suthin' that may clar up the mystery o' that baby's parents.' With the hesitation of a slowly grappling intellect, Joe sat down on the table and read

from the San Francisco' Herald' as follows-""It is now ascertained beyond doubt that the wreck reported by the 'Eolus' was the American brig 'Pomare,' bound hence to Tahiti. The worst surmises are found correct. The body

of the woman has been since identified as that of the beauti-ful daughter of-of-of-Terp-Terp-Terpish'-Well! I swow that name just tackles me.'

'Gin it to me, Dad,' said Bessy pertly. You never had any education, any way. Hear your accomplished daughter.' With a mock bow to the new schoolmaster, and a capital burlesque of a confident school girl, she strode to the middle of the room, the paper held and folded book-wise in her hands. 'Ahem! Where did you leave off? Oh, "the beautiful daughter of Terpsichore-whose name was prom-i-nently connected with a mysterious social scandal of last year-the gifted but unfortunate Grace Chatterton "-No-don't stop me-there's some more! "The body of her child, a lovely infant of six months, has not been recovered, and it is supposed was washed overboard." There may be that's the child, Mr. North. Why Dad! Look, O my God! He's falling. Catch him, Dad! Quick!'

But her strong arm had anticipated her father's. She caught him, lifted him to the bed, on which he lay henceforth for many days unconscious. Then fever supervened, and delirium, and Dr. Duchesne telegraphed for his friends; but at the end of a week and the opening of a summer day the storm passed, as the other storm had passed, and he awoke, enfeebled, but at peace. Bessy was at his side-he

was glad to see-alone. 'Bessy, dear,' he said hesitatingly, when I am stronger I have something to tell you.'

'I know it all, Jem,' she said with a trembling lip; 'I heard it all-no, not from them, but from your own lips in your delirium. I'm glad it came from you-even then.'

'Do you forgive me, Bessy?'

She pressed her lips to his forehead and said hastily, and then falteringly, as if afraid of her impulse :

'Yes. Yes.'

'And

you will still be mother to the child?' 'Her child?

'No dear, not hers, but mine!'

She started, cried a little, and then putting her arms around him, said: 'Yes.'

And as there was but one way of fulfilling that sacred promise, they were married in the autumn.

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TWO SAINTS OF THE FOOT-HILLS.

Ir never was clearly ascertained how long they had been there. The first settler of Rough-and-Ready-one Low, playfully known to his familiars as 'The Poor Indian 'declared that the Saints were afore his time, and occupied a cabin in the brush when he 'blazed' his way to the North Fork. It is certain that the two were present when the water was first turned on the Union Ditch and then and there received the designation of Daddy Downey and Mammy Downey, which they kept to the last. As they tottered toward the refreshment tent, they were welcomed with the greatest enthusiasm by the boys; or, to borrow the more refined language of the' Union Recorder,'''Their gray hairs and bent figures, recalling as they did the happy paternal eastern homes of the spectators, and the blessings that fell from venerable lips when they left those homes to journey in quest of the Golden Fleece on Occidental Slopes, caused many to burst into tears.' The nearer facts, that many of these spectators were orphans, that a few were unable to establish any legal parentage whatever, that others had enjoyed a State's guardianship and discipline, and that a majority had left their paternal roofs without any embarrassing preliminary formula, were mere passing