hundred dollars within twenty-four hours."

"Then wherefr-rom came his good luck? For surely I perceive the
pr-resence of good luck."

"His father was so remorseful over his poor counsel, and so delighted
with Tom's apparent desire to 'settle down,' that he made amends for
his unfortunate 'tip' by giving his son a very decent sum of money."

"It is like a story, is it not? So the brother and sister went up from
here to the wedding."

"It was only a few days ago, and now Tom and Katrina have come to us on
their _Hochzeitreise_."

"And the brother?"

Mrs. Carroll glanced amusedly at her companion.

"He came to-day on the afternoon train, to continue the visit which
Katrina insisted on shortening for him in May, he says."

"You will enjoy them."

Friedrich's tone was not enthusiastic, and he pulled his moustache
gloomily.

"Very much. They are charming young people. See, there are Tom and
Katrina now, just turning into the field."

Von Rittenheim raised his hat as Mrs. Schuyler waved her hand to Mrs.
Carroll, and studied critically the bride's radiant face and pretty
gown as the victoria followed the phaeton through the opened
fence-rails. He found her charming and acknowledged it reluctantly, not
because he begrudged her her beauty, nor because he thought her
handsomer than Sydney, for he did not, but because he had a secret fear
of the attractiveness of the brother of so fascinating a girl.

"Tom," said Mrs. Carroll, as Mrs. Schuyler came to the side of the
carriage, "I want you to know my very dear friend, Baron von
Rittenheim--Mr. Schuyler. Now take the Baron over to Katrina, Tom, and
then find Mrs. Morgan,--that's she in the red-wheeled buggy,--and beg
her to come and sit with me here. Vandeborough," to the coachman,
"drive me under that apple-tree, where there is more shade. How do you
do, Eliza?" she said to a woman by whom the carriage slowly passed;
"I'm glad to see you out to-day. And you, Mary. Jack Garren, is that
you? You grow too fast for my memory. Ah, Jane, I hope your rheumatism
is better,--and is that Mattie's Bertha? Stop here, Vandeborough. This
will be comfortable. Ah, Mrs. Morgan, it is kind of you to make me a
little visit, but I couldn't possibly climb into that buggy of yours. I
don't know how you achieve it."

"Nor do Ah, Mrs. Carroll. Ah thought it was high five years ago, when
Ah didn't consider mahself overly fat, so you can imagine what the
effort is now." And she shook jovial