ve."

The passengers, officers, and crew gathered about the grave. The Judge
removed his hat, and, as the captain uncovered the faces of the dead,
commenced:

"'I am the resurrection and the life'--Why, there's the horse-thief now,
colonel! I beg your pardon, ladies and gentlemen. 'He that believeth
in--'"

Just then the Judge's eye fell upon the dead woman's face, and he
screamed:

"And there's the sheriff's assailant!"

LITTLE GUZZY.

Bowerton was a very quiet place. It had no factories, mills, or mines,
or other special inducements to offer people looking for new localities;
and as it was not on a railroad line, nor even on an important
post-road, it gained but few new inhabitants.

Even of travelers Bowerton saw very few. An occasional enterprising
peddler or venturesome thief found his way to the town, and took away
such cash as came in their way while pursuing their respective callings;
but peddlers were not considered exactly trustworthy as news-bearers,
while house-breakers, when detained long enough to be questioned, were
not in that communicative frame of mind which is essential to one who
would interest the general public.

When, therefore, the mail-coach one day brought to Bowerton an old lady
and a young one, who appeared to be mother and daughter, excitement ran
high.

The proprietor of the Bowerton House, who was his own clerk, hostler,
and table-waiter, was for a day or two the most popular man in town;
even the three pastors of the trio of churches of Bowerton did not
consider it beneath their dignity to join the little groups which were
continually to be seen about the person of the landlord, and listening
to the meagre intelligence he was able to give.

The old lady was quite feeble, he said, and the daughter was very
affectionate and very handsome. He didn't know where they were going,
but they registered themselves from Boston. Name was Wyett--young lady's
name was Helen. He hoped they wouldn't leave for a long time--travelers
weren't any too plenty at Bowerton, and landlords found it hard work to
scratch along. Talked about locating at Bowerton if they could find a
suitable cottage. Wished 'em well, but hoped they'd take their time, and
not be in a hurry to leave the Bowerton House, where--if _he_ did say it
as shouldn't--they found good rooms and good board at the lowest living
price.

The Wyetts finally found a suitable cottage, and soon afterward they
began to receive hea