by the whirring of Nora's wheel and the

on that expedition t

heon in a certain garden-an old-fashioned garden, with box and peonies, and," he raised his head to look down over

ecked glasses, and cake with nuts in it, and you," she stopped for a second, the dimple in the left cheek showing itself, "will give all of yo

sweet, old-fashioned climbing roses, through which the sunlight filtered in wavy lights on the quaint low rocker, the lon

ound it,"

" she

's end," h

r, that you may ring for what you want." She moved the table toward him as she spoke. "And I will take this chair beside you. If you want me to talk to you I shall do so; if you want me to sing

of herself in her gratitude to him; this essence of the wine of flat

end in McDermott," F

ind to us, most kin

's sake?" Fra

him until father met him quite by

together in India

l some one have been telling you that McDermott and he fought

t, regarding her

ther save his l

e's turn to b

Ramazan," she sa

ent at your father's

ishment she began to wear an amused smile as h

him from a horrible attack of the measles in New

demanded, "didn't

derstand how that thing can be. He couldn't say my father saved him from the measles. The story of India sounds better-and no one is hurt. Can't ye understand? The gratitude for service rendered is the great thing; to remember a kindness has been done; and whether he gives as reason for his gratitude Ramazan or the measles, what is the difference? Do you know"-there came an apologetic look and

ghed, "you incomp

indeed!" she said.

insistent voice, and Dermott McDermott, with the reins loosened on his horse's neck, and

tered dog

in ever

f trench

be-mocke

hungry

a nake

g in ev

use but

what is Dermott McDermott doing in the Carolinas? That story of th

certain, but I think it has something to do

," he said, after some thought, "absurd

d, with the remembrance of caressing gray eyes, of a voice full of strange

boxwood arch. "I am your debtor, Miss

this minute, as you stand looking down at me. It's your eyes, or something in your nature, perhaps, that sets you apart from others in your looks. But be that all as it may, it's neither your riches nor your birth nor your good looks that I am thinking about, but your kind heart. I shall never forget you, never in all my life, for what