to become of Serlizer?" Mr. Bangs responded: "The
yeng weman, Sarah Eliza Newcome, wes the person who rebbed kenstable
Rigby of his prisoners. When he kem to know the fect, he conceived sow
high a degree of respect fer her kerrage end skill, thet he et wence
propowsed to her, end hes been eccepted. Mr. Perrowne hes been esked, I
believe, to merry them; is it net sow, Mr. Perrowne?"

"Yes, the corporal bespowke me, as he said; but that wretched Maguffin
insists on being married by the Baktis. I'm ashamed of you, colonel,
allowing so unhallowed a marriage tie in your household."

"I leave religion, Misteh Pehhowne, to evehy man's conscience." The
meeting then adjourned.

Two young people had been sitting on the verandah while the matrimonial
congress was going on, and were much amused by what they occasionally
heard of the proceedings. Next morning, Marjorie carried off one of this
pair by the name of Jim to look for crawfish and shiners in the creek.
Under her able tuition, Mr. Douglas was making rapid progress in
Canadian slang, and treasured in his memory many choice extracts from
the words of supposed coloured poets, contributed originally by Guff.
The scraps of doleful ballads, taken from the stores of the Pilgrim
brothers, Marjorie objected that he did not seem to take stock in. While
up to the bared elbows in the crawfishery, the twain heard voices, those
of Miss Graves and Mr. Terry, but they kept on turning over stones and
shouting all the same. Marjorie had never had the veteran really
interested in that creek, so she ran to secure him, while her friend
pulled down his sleeves and went to meet the lady. It was a pretty
place, the bank of that creek, an ideal spot for a morning stroll, and
they were soon out of earshot of the fishers. Mr. Douglas remarked, in
allusion to the previous night's committee of the whole, that Bridesdale
was going to be Bridesdale indeed, and would soon be no place for single
people, like himself and his companion. "But I suppose we will both be
gone before then," she answered. "I should have been back a week ago,
had not Mr. Tylor kindly lengthened my holiday. It is hard to have to
leave this place."

"Very," replied Mr. Douglas, "and harder to leave the people. I haven't
known you very long Miss Graves."

"No, only a few weeks, but very pleasant weeks."

"They have been so to me, and the more I see of you, the more I dislike
going away."

"Yes, the people gathered here are del