in Charley and that way bag back to Laurel
Run, and break the record."

*****

It is said that she did! Perhaps owing to the fact that the grade of the
return journey to Laurel Run was in her favor, and that she could avoid
the long, circuitous ascent to the summit taken by the stage, or that,
owing to the extraordinary difficulties in the carriage of the way
bag,--which had to be twice rescued from under the wheels of the
stage,--she entered the Laurel Run post-office as the coach leaders came
trotting up the hill. Mr. Home was already on the platform.

"You'll have to ballast your next way bag, boss," said Charley, gravely,
as it escaped his clutches once more in the dust of the road, "or you'll
have to make a new contract with the company. We've lost ten minutes in
five miles over that bucking thing."

Home did not reply, but quickly dragged his prize into the office,
scarcely noticing Mrs. Baker, who stood beside him pale and breathless.
As the bolt of the bag was drawn, revealing its chaotic interior, Mrs.
Baker gave a little sigh. Home glanced quickly at her, emptied the bag
upon the floor, and picked up the broken and half-filled money parcel.
Then he collected the scattered coins and counted them. "It's all right,
Mrs. Baker," he said gravely. "HE'S safe this time."

"I'm so glad!" said little Mrs. Baker, with a hypocritical gasp.

"So am I," returned Home, with increasing gravity, as he took the coin,
"for, from all I have gathered this afternoon, it seems he was an old
pioneer of Laurel Run, a friend of your husband's, and, I think, more
fool than knave!" He was silent for a moment, clicking the coins against
each other; then he said carelessly: "Did he get quite away, Mrs.
Baker?"

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," said Mrs. Baker, with
a lofty air of dignity, but a somewhat debasing color. "I don't see why
I should know anything about it, or why he should go away at all."

"Well," said Mr. Home, laying his hand gently on the widow's shoulder,
"well, you see, it might have occurred to his friends that the COINS
WERE MARKED! That is, no doubt, the reason why he would take their good
advice and go. But, as I said before, Mrs. Baker, YOU'RE all right,
whatever happens,--the Government stands by YOU!"

A NIGHT AT "HAYS."

CHAPTER I.

It was difficult to say if Hays' farmhouse, or "Hays," as it was
familiarly called, looked any more bleak and cheerless that winter
afternoon