e water and drank it hurriedly. "Where's the beer?" he
demanded.

"You've got the key of the cask," said the housekeeper.

Captain Barber, whose temper was rising, denied it.

"I gave it to you this morning," said Mrs. Church; "you were going to do
something to it, don't you know?"

"I don't remember," said Uncle Barber, surlily.

"Whatever has happened to your memory?" said Mrs. Church, sweetly.

"My memory," said the trickster, slowly, passing his hand over his brow;
"why, what's the matter with it?"

"It doesn't seem quite so good as it was," said the lady,
affectionately. "Never mind, my memory will have to do for both."

There was enough emphasis on this last sentence to send a little chill
through the captain's frame.

He said nothing, but keeping his eye on his plate attacked his frugal
meal in silence, and soon after-wards went upstairs to bed to think out
his position.

If his own memory was defective, Mrs. Church's was certainly redundant.
When he came hurrying in to dinner next day she remembered that he had
told her he should not be home to that meal. He was ungallant enough
to contemplate a raid upon hers; she, with a rare thoughtfulness, had
already eaten it. He went to the "Thorn," and had some cold salt beef,
and cursed the ingenious Nibletts, now on his way to London, sky-high.

Mrs. Banks came in the next evening with her daughter, and condoled with
the housekeeper on the affliction which had already been noised about
Seabridge. Mrs. Church, who had accepted her as an ally, but with mental
reservations, softly applied a handkerchief to her eyes.

"How are you feeling?" demanded Mrs. Banks, in the voice of one
addressing a deaf invalid.

"I'm all right," said Barber, shortly.

"That's his pride," said Mrs. Church, mournfully; "he won't own to it.
He can't remember anything. He pretends he doesn't know me."

"Who are you?" asked the sufferer, promptly.

"He'll get the better of it," said Mrs. Banks, kindly, as her quondam
foe wiped her eyes again. "If he don't, you'd better marry _before_
October."

To say that Captain Barber pricked up his ears at this, indicates but
feebly his interest in the remark. He held his breath and looked wildly
round the room as the two ladies, deftly ignoring him, made _their_
arrangements for _his_ future.

"I don't like to seem to hurry it," said the housekeeper.

"No, of course you don't. If he said October, naturally October it ought
to be, in the