the revulsion produced by this change in
affairs, the beautiful Sallianna's head drooped upon one shoulder, her
eyes were closed, and her arms were extended towards Mr. Jinks.

Before that gentleman was aware of the fact, Miss Sallianna had been
overcome by nerves, and reclined in a faint state upon his bosom.

We need not detail the remaining particulars of the scene whose
outline we have traced.

Verty, who had received all Mr. Jinks' threats and gesticulations with
great unconcern, applied himself to conversation with Redbud again:
and no doubt would have conversed all the evening, but for Ralph.
Ralph drew him away, pointing to the damp clothes; and with many
smiles, they took their leave.

The last thing the young men observed, was Mr. Jinks supporting Miss
Sallianna, who had fainted a second time, and raising his despairing
eyes to heaven.

They burst out laughing, and continued their way.

CHAPTER XLIII.

VERTY'S HEART GOES AWAY IN A CHARIOT.

Verty remained hard at work all the next day; and such was the natural
quickness of the young man's mind, that he seemed to learn something
every hour, in spite of the preoccupation which, as the reader may
imagine, his affection for our little heroine occasioned.

Roundjacket openly expressed his satisfaction at the result of the
day's labor, and hazarded a sly observation that Verty would not, on
the next day, remain so long at his desk, or accomplish so much. They
could not complain, however, Mr. Roundjacket said; Verty was a scion
of the woods, a tamed Indian, and nothing was more natural than his
propensity to follow the bent of his mind, when fancy seized him. They
must make allowances--he had no doubt, in time, everything would turn
out well--yes, Verty would be an honorable member of society, and see
the graces and attraction of the noble profession which he had elected
for his support.

Verty received these friendly words--which were uttered between many
chuckles of a private and dignified character--with dreamy silence;
then bowing to Mr. Roundjacket, mounted Cloud, called Longears, and
rode home.

On the following morning events happened pretty much as Mr.
Roundjacket had predicted.

Verty wrote for some moments--then stopped; then wrote again for one
moment--then twirled, bit, and finally threw down his pen.

Roundjacket chuckled, and observed that there was much injustice done
him in not elevating him to the dignity of prophet. And the