to burst with longing to be with other boys
and like other boys. People talk of your minister, how good he is; and
of Mrs. Mitchell, and that splendid boy Frank who died. And I hear of
all _you_ do for the poor people, and about the Lady. Aunt Osla has a
heap to tell about _her_. I think I would not be so selfish and so
foolish as I am if I could talk to some of you Lunda folk, and _see_
how you live. But I must obey Uncle Brues, and I must not annoy him; so
it's hard to see how I can clear up matters unless I go on the
'war-path,' and _you_ help me to manage our 'sham' so that it does not
harm anybody. Trusting you, I am your honest admirer and hereditary
foe,

"YASPARD ADIESEN.

"P.S.--Please, dear Mr. Garson, forgive Uncle Brues, and pray, as I do,
that somebody may persuade him how silly and really sinful a feud can
be."

"Yes, it's a prime letter," remarked Fred; "and nothing but that letter
(particularly the postscript) would have made me pass over---- Bah!
what is the use of thinking more about it."

But even then his face flushed, and his naturally imperious temper
rose, as he recalled the rude, angry words which Mr. Adiesen had
written. There was a short silence, which Yaspard was the first to
break, "You have made a lot of people happy to-day, Mr. Garson," he
said very gratefully.

"I hope this is only the beginning of good times for us all," was the
answer. "But now, I wonder what is going to be your next adventure?"

"I expect they'll grow one out of another. By the way, what shall we
do about Gloy?"

"He isn't your prisoner now, but your guest, so you must let him return
when he pleases. No doubt the Mitchells will have some plan in head
for making capital out of Gloy's presence in Boden."

They chatted in the most friendly manner till they reached Lunda, when
they parted with mutual regret and many assurances that they should
meet again at no very distant time.

The wind was even more favourable for the voyage back, and Yaspard's
little boat went swiftly and easily along. He leaned back and let her
go, while giving himself up to ecstatic dreams of adventure in which
his new acquaintance played the important part. He had adopted Fred
Garson for his hero, and was already setting him in the chief place in
every airy castle of his imagination; but fancy's flight was
interrupted by flight of another kind. As he lay back, gazing more
into the air than on the course before him, his at