ll tell him."

"Well, you had better!" her mother threatened in return, and she did not
realize the falsity of her position till she reported Ellen's words to
the judge.

"Well, Sarah, I think she had you there," he said, and Mrs. Kenton
then said that she did not care, if the child was only going to behave
sensibly at last, and she did believe she was.

"Then it's all right" said the judge, and he took up the Tuskingum
Intelligencer, lying till then unread in the excitements which had
followed its arrival the day before, and began to read it.

Mrs. Kenton sat dreamily watching him, with her hands fallen in her lap.
She suddenly started up, with the cry, "Good gracious! What are we all
thinking of?"

Kenton stared at her over the top of his paper. "How, thinking of?"

"Why Mr. Breckon! He must be crazy to know what we've decided, poor
fellow!"

"Oh," said the judge, folding the Intelligencer on his knee. "I had
forgotten. Somehow, I thought it was all settled."

Mrs. Kenton took his paper from him, and finished folding it. "It hasn't
begun to be settled. You must go and let him know."

"Won't he look me up?" the judge suggested.

"You must look him up. Go at once dear! Think how anxious he must be!"

Kenton was not sure that Breckon looked very anxious when he found him
on the brick promenade before the Kurhaus, apparently absorbed in noting
the convulsions of a large, round German lady in the water, who must
have supposed herself to be bathing. But perhaps the young man did not
see her; the smile on his face was too vague for such an interest when
he turned at Kenton's approaching steps.

The judge hesitated for an instant, in which the smile left Breckon's
face. "I believe that's all right, Mr. Breckon," he said. "You'll find
Mrs. Kenton in our parlor," and then the two men parted, with an "Oh,
thank you!" from Breckon, who walked back towards the hotel, and left
Kenton to ponder upon the German lady; as soon as he realized that she
was not a barrel, the judge continued his walk along the promenade,
feeling rather ashamed.

Mrs. Kenton had gone to Ellen's room again when she had got the judge
off upon his mission. She rather flung in upon her. "Oh, you are up!"
she apologized to Ellen's back. The girl's face was towards the glass,
and she was tilting her head to get the effect of the hat on it, which
she now took off.

"I suppose poppa's gone to tell him," she said, sitting tremulously
down.

"Didn