s
he--had proved to be correct, and, on the second day after the hurt,
he had returned to the village, with his friend William Bernard, in
the house of whose father he was, for the present, domiciliated. The
young men had been acquainted before, and the accident seemed to have
established a sort of intimacy between them. It was, therefore, with
no feeling of reluctance, that Pownal accepted an invitation to desert
his boarding-house for a while, for the hospitality of his friend.
Perhaps, his decision was a little influenced by the remembrance of
the blue eyes of Miss Bernard, and of the pleasant effect which, from
their first acquaintance, they had exerted upon him. However that
may be, it is certain, that, although somewhat paler than usual, he
appeared to be quite contented with his condition.

It was evening, and candles were lighted, and Mr. Bernard, or as
he was more commonly, or, indeed, almost universally, called, Judge
Bernard, from having been one of the judges of the Superior Court, was
sitting in an arm-chair, reading a newspaper; Mrs. Bernard was busy
with her knitting; the young lady employed upon one of those pieces
of needle-work, which, in those days, were seldom out of female hands,
and Pownal looking at her all he dared, and listening to an occasional
paragraph read by the Judge from his newspaper.

"You are the cause of quite a sensation in our little community,
Thomas," said the Judge, laying down his spectacles and newspaper
at the same time. "Mr. Editor Peters and the gossips ought to be
infinitely obliged to you for wounding yourself, and affording him an
opportunity to display his inventive genius and the brilliancy of his
imagination, and giving them something to talk about. Here, Anne, read
the article aloud for our edification."

The young lady ran her eye hastily down the column, and could not
restrain her laughter.

"Excuse me, papa," she said, "it is too much for my poor nerves. Only
think of it; Mr. Peters loads Mr. Pownal's gun with sixteen buck-shot,
topples him off a precipice twenty feet high, breaks three of his
ribs, and makes a considerable incision in his skull. Never was there
such a wonderful escape. It is too horrible."

"How the newspapers are given to big stories!" said Mrs. Bernard.

"I dare say," cried Anne, "the editor has authority for what he
says, for now that my attention is drawn to it, I think there must
be something in the incision. Have you not remarked, mam