ment.

Dr. Eben walked back and forth in front of the inn, still crushing in
his fingers the lavender flowers and inhaling their fragrance. Idly he
watched "Tantibba's" figure till it disappeared in the distance.

"This is just the sort of place for a tricky old French woman to make
a fortune in," he said to himself: "these people are simple enough
to believe any thing;" and Dr. Eben went to his room, and tossed the
lavender blossoms down on his pillow.

When he waked in the morning, his first thoughts were bewildered:
nothing in nature is so powerful in association as a perfume. A sound, a
sight, is feeble in comparison; the senses are ever alert, and the mind
is accustomed always to act promptly on their evidence. But a subtle
perfume, which has been associated with a person, a place, a scene, can
ever afterward arrest us; can take us unawares, and hold us spell-bound,
while both memory and knowledge are drugged by its charm.

Dr. Eben did not open his eyes. In an ecstasy of half consciousness
he murmured, "Hetty." As he stirred, his hand came in contact with the
withered flowers. Touch was more potent than smell. He roused, lifted
his head, saw the little blossoms now faded and gray lying near his
cheek; and saying, "Oh, I remember," sank back again into a few moments'
drowsy reverie.

The morning was clear and cool, one window of the doctor's room looked
east; the splendor of the sunrise shone in and illuminated the whole
place. While he was dressing, he found himself persistently thinking of
the strange name, "Tantibba." "It is odd how that name haunts me," he
thought. "I wish I could see it written: I haven't the least idea how it
is spelled. I wonder if she is an impostor. Her garden didn't look like
it." Presently he sauntered out: the morning stir was just beginning in
the village. The child to whom he had spoken at "Tantibba's" gate,
the night before, came up, driving the same flock of goats. The little
fellow, as he passed, pulled the ragged tassel of his cap in token of
recognition of the stranger who had accosted him. Without any definite
purpose, Dr. Eben followed slowly on, watching a pair of young kids,
who fell behind the flock, frolicking and half-fighting in antics so
grotesque that they looked more like gigantic grasshoppers than like
goats. Before he knew how far he had walked, he suddenly perceived that
he was very near "Tantibba's" house.

"I'll walk on and steal another handful of the laven