rse which was vainly endeavoring to pull the cart from the rut
in which it had stuck. "I guess I'll go along to the hotel. I've a bag of
taters for Mrs. Deo."

But the cart didn't budge and the lawyer had time to say:

"Guess you didn't hear anything said about another lady I am interested
in. No talk down your way of a strange young woman seen anywhere on the
highway or about any of the houses between here and the Landing?"

"Jerusha! I did hear a neighbor of mine say somethin' about a stranger
gal he saw this very mornin'. Met her down by Beardsley's. She was goin'
through the mud on foot as lively as you please. Asked him the way to the
Ferry. He noticed her because she was pretty and spoke in such a nice
way--just like a city gal," he said. "Is it any one from this hotel?"
added the fellow with a wondering look. "If so, she walked a mile before
daylight in mud up to her ankles. A girl of powerful grit that! with a
mighty good reason for catching the train."

"Oh! there's an early train then?" asked the lawyer, ignoring the other's
question with unmoved good-humor. "One, I mean, before the 10:50
express?"

"Yes, sir, or so I've heard. I never took it. Folks don't from here,
except they're in an awful hurry. Will y'er say who the young woman is?
Not--not--"

"We don't know who she is," quietly objected the lawyer. "And you don't
know who she is either," he severely added, holding the yawping
countryman with his eye. "If you're the man I think you, you'll not talk
about her unless you're asked by the constable or some one you are bound
to answer. And what's more, you'll earn a five-dollar bill by going back
the road you've come and bringing here, without any talk or fuss, the man
you were just telling us about. I want to have a talk with him, but I
don't want any one but you and him to know this. You can tell him it's
worth money, if he don't want to come. Do you understand?"

"You bet," chuckled the grinning lad. "A five-dollar bill is mighty
clearing to the mind, sir. But must I turn right back before going on to
the hotel and hearing the news?"

"We'll help you turn the cart," grimly suggested Mr. Harper. "Get up
there, Dobbin, or whatever your name is. Here, Ransom, lend a hand!"

There was nothing for the fellow to do but to accept the help proffered,
and turn his cart. With one longing look towards the hotel he jerked at
the rein and shouted at the horse, which, after a few feeble efforts,
pulled the ca