all?" was his quick inquiry.

"None at all, Doctor," she answered.

"And haven't you had any for dinner?" was his next question.

"No, sir," she replied.

"The d----l you say! What's that over there?" he asked, pointing to his
neighbor's plate. The girl stammered a moment, and said:

"Doctor, we are instructed not to give you pie or coffee."

"Who the d----l gave you such instructions?" demanded he.

"Well," said she, evidently wishing not to compromise me, "the doctor
says you mustn't have either."

"Great ----! what doctor said so? Who told you the doctor said so? Why
did he say I should not have pie or coffee?" he shouted.

"Because he says you are crazy," she hesitatingly answered.

"Great Heavens! girl; it's you that's crazy!" and slamming his fist on
the table, and jumping to his feet, he demanded an explanation
instantly.

The girl ran to the kitchen, and the Doctor after her. The rest fled for
their lives, screaming at the top of their voices and scattering in all
directions. Some ran into the yard, some up stairs, and the poor
frightened girl who had attempted to take his order took refuge in the
cellar, the Doctor after her, yelling at the top of his voice, still
demanding an explanation. He barricaded the cellar-way by swinging his
cane and banging it against a tin wash-boiler near the entrance, and
declared that the girl never should see daylight again unless she
revealed the source of her information.

It was now about one o'clock, and the landlady had arrived on the noon
train; and, after locating her newly painted hotel, came in just in time
to catch us in the heat of the excitement, and the Doctor in the cellar
in the midst of his controversy.

She demanded an explanation, and became very nervous when the cook
excitedly told her that the Doctor had gone raving crazy, and had driven
one of the girls down cellar.

She asked me why I didn't go down after him. I told her I didn't dare
to.

Directly he came stamping up the stairs, swearing at the top of his
voice, and said he just expected it was the work of that cussed
red-headed d----l.

As he emerged from the cellar-way, with his wild defiant look and an
oath on his lips, and saw the landlady standing in the doorway, he
looked the picture of despair.

He faltered for a moment, during which time there was another general
stampede. I was the first to start on the run, with the old lady
following after, leaving the Doctor by himself. He