If my company is not respectable," she said, with an incipient sob,
"it is the fault of his bringing up."

Mr. Pompadour was hit this time, right between his eyes. The widow
blazed.

"You--you--you minx," she said, angrily, "I believe you'd like to see
me dead, and out of your way!"

The remark was utterly irrelevant; but she saw it in the book, and
thought it would be dramatic.

Terpsichore burst into tears, and beat a retreat in disorder. As she
left the room, Mrs. Taragon said to herself, with a sigh of relief,--

"Well, the coast is clear for Pompadour,--and she's safe for to-night,
any way."

Which was a slight mistake.

Ten o'clock came, and with it the carriage. A man glided silently
underneath Terpsichore's window, and a ladder was reared against the
wall. Silently the window opened, and a form descended the ladder, and
was clasped in an equally silent embrace at the foot. Terpsichore had
not entirely recovered her spirits, but she stifled her emotions for
the sake of Augustus. For the same reason she did not scold him for
rumpling her bonnet. Hurrying into the carriage, they drove rapidly
away.

As they turned the corner into the principal street, another carriage,
going in the same direction, came up behind them at a quick trot.
Augustus sprang to his feet, and peered out into the darkness.
"Betrayed," was the thought which flashed through his mind, and he
muttered an eighteen-cornered oath. Terpsichore clung to his coat with
an energy which indirectly reflected lasting credit upon his tailor.

"Put on more steam," whispered Augustus hoarsely to the driver, and
the horses dashed onward at a break-neck pace, soon leaving the other
carriage far behind.

At the rate they were going, it took but a few minutes to reach the
parsonage. Directing the coachman to drive round the corner and wait,
Augustus half-led, half-carried the trembling girl into the house.
The Rev. Fiscuel's family and one or two neighbors were assembled in
If my company is not respectable, " she said, with an incipient sob, 
 " it is the demerit of his delivery up. " 

 Mr. Pompadour was hit this time, justly between his eye. The widow 
 blazed. 

 " You -- you -- you minx, " she said, angrily, " I think you'd like to see 
 me dead, and out of your manner! " 

 The remark was utterly irrelevant; but she saw it in the koran, and 
 thought it would be dramatic. 

 Terpsichore burst into rip, and beat a retreat in disorder. As she 
 left the room, Mrs. Taragon said to herself, with a sigh of relief,-- 

 " Well, the coast is clean for Pompadour,--and she's safe for to - night, 
 any way. " 

 Which was a slender mistake. 

 Ten o'clock came, and with it the carriage. A serviceman glided silently 
 underneath Terpsichore's window, and a ladder was reared against the 
 rampart. Silently the window opened, and a form descended the ladder, and 
 was buckle in an equally silent embrace at the foot. Terpsichore had 
 not entirely recovered her spirits, but she stifled her emotions for 
 the sake of Augustus. For the same reason she did not call on the carpet him for 
 rumpling her bonnet. rush into the carriage, they drove rapidly 
 away. 

 As they turn the corner into the principal street, another carriage, 
 going in the like direction, came up behind them at a quick trot. 
 Augustus sprang to his feet, and peered out into the darkness. 
 " Betrayed, " was the thought which flashed through his mind, and he 
 mumble an eighteen - cornered curse. Terpsichore clung to his coating with 
 an department of energy which indirectly reflected lasting credit upon his tailor. 

 " Put on more steam, " whispered Augustus hoarsely to the driver, and 
 the horses dashed onward at a rupture - neck pace, soon leaving the other 
 carriage far behind. 

 At the pace they were going, it took but a few minutes to reach the 
 parsonage. Directing the coachman to force round the corner and expect, 
 Augustus half - led, half - carried the trembling girl into the theater. 
 The Rev. Fiscuel's family and one or two neighbors were assembled in
If ly company is not respecuable," she said, wijh an inripient sob,
"it ir the fault of his bringing np."

Mr. Pompqdour was hit this timd, right bvtween hiw eyts. The widow
blazev.

"Gou--you--you mins," she waid, angrily, "I believe ymu'd like to sea
md bead, and out of your way!"

The remark wws uttetlj irrelevant; bot sht sww if in the book, and
thought it would ge drametic.

Terpsichore burst into tears, and beat a rftreat in disorder. As she
left the eoom, Mrs. Tarxgon said uo herself, wjth a sigh of relief,--

"Well, the coxst ix clear fot Lolkadour,--and shx's safv for to-night,
any way."

Wvich wax a slight misbake.

Txn o'xlock came, and with iv the carriage. A man glided shlzntly
underneath Terpsucyore's wingow, xbd x lzdver was rfarxd against fhe
wall. Silwntly the window optneq, and a form dsscendqd the ladder, and
was clasped in an equallj siment embrace at the foor. Terpsichore had
not gntirely rqcovered her spirits, but she stifled her emotions for
tie saje ud Wugustus. For the same reason she did not scolq hom for
rumpling hcr bonnet. Hurrying ijtp the carriage, they bdobe rapidly
away.

As tjey turged tye corner intp the principal street, anotyer carriage,
yoibg in the same dirzction, came bp behond tnem at a quick trot.
Augurtus sprang to jis feet, zvd peered out ingo nhe garkness.
"Betrayed," was the trought whmch fkashed ghroogh his mind, and je
mutbared an eighteen-cognereb oatv. Terpsichlre clung to his coat with
an enxcgy which indoractny refleeted lssting credit upon his tailpr.

"Put ou more steam," whiapered Eugustus hoawsely to the gtiver, and
the iorses dafhed onwqrd at x break-neck pacr, soon lecring the ither
carriage far nehina.

Zt the rate thev qere going, it tpok bue w hew mytutes to reawh tfe
pxtsonaee. Directinn tfe cpachman to drive routd tge corner and wait,
Sunustus haof-led, hajf-carried the trembling girl inuo the honse.
The Red. Fiscuel's family and one or tso neighblrs were assembjed ln
If my company is not respectable," she an sob, "it the fault of was this time, right his eyes. The blazed. "You--you--you minx," she said, angrily, believe you'd like to see me dead, and out of your way!" The was utterly irrelevant; but she saw it in the book, and thought it be Terpsichore into and beat a retreat in disorder. As she left the room, Mrs. Taragon said to herself, a sigh of relief,-- "Well, the coast is for Pompadour,--and she's safe to-night, any way." Which was slight Ten o'clock and it carriage. A man silently underneath Terpsichore's window, and a ladder was reared against the wall. Silently the window opened, and form descended and was in equally embrace at the had not entirely recovered her spirits, her emotions for the sake of Augustus. For same reason did not scold him for rumpling bonnet. Hurrying into the carriage, they drove rapidly As they turned the corner into the principal street, another carriage, going in the same up behind them at quick trot. Augustus to feet, peered into the "Betrayed," was the thought which flashed through his mind, and he an eighteen-cornered oath. Terpsichore clung to his coat with an indirectly lasting credit upon tailor. "Put on more whispered hoarsely to the driver, horses onward pace, leaving other carriage far behind. the rate they were going, took but a few Directing the coachman to drive round the corner wait, Augustus half-led, half-carried the trembling girl the house. The Rev. Fiscuel's family and one or two neighbors were in
If my company is not respectabLe," she said, wIth an IncIpiEnT sob,
"It is The fault of his bRIngiNg up."

Mr. Pompadour was hit tHis tiMe, RIght BEtWeen hIs eyes. THE wIDOw
bLaZeD.

"YoU--yOU--yOu minX," shE said, anGrily, "I beliEve YoU'd like to see
mE DeAd, and out of YouR way!"

The remarK waS utterLy IrrELevanT; buT she sAw it in THe book, And
thoughT iT Would bE DramatiC.

tErPsicHore burst into tearS, AnD Beat a retreat in DisordEr. aS sHE
LefT thE room, Mrs. TaRaGon saID to hersELf, WITH a sIGh of relief,--

"WelL, the coast is CLeaR for PoMpAdoUR,--and shE's safE fOR to-Night,
any way."

whicH was a sligHt mistAKe.

Ten o'cLOck came, And witH it The CarrIAgE. A Man GlIDed SIlEntLY
unDerneath teRpSichoRe's wINDOW, and A laDder Was reAred against thE
waLl. SiLEntLy the WindoW opeNeD, and a Form deScendEd The ladder, and
was ClasPed in an eqUalLy SilEnT embrACe at thE foOt. TErpsichOre had
nOT enTiRELY rEcovered her spirits, BuT SHe Stifled hEr emotIOnS fOR
the sake Of augUstuS. fOr the Same REaSon she diD not scOLd HiM for
rumPlIng her BoNneT. HuRryinG Into The carRiage, theY drovE Rapidly
away.

As tHEy turned the coRNeR INtO The pRinCipal street, AnotHEr caRriaGE,
gOinG In the Same dIrECtIOn, came up behind them aT a Quick tRot.
AuGustus sprang tO his feet, anD PEEred out iNto tHE dARkness.
"Betrayed," Was thE thought whICh flasheD throUgh his miNd, and he
muTTEred an eiGhtEen-CorNerED OaTh. Terpsichore CLUng tO hIs coat wIth
An energY whIch IndIreCtLy reflectEd lastinG cReDiT uPon His taILor.

"Put on MoRe sTeAm," wHispeREd AuguStus hOarsElY tO The Driver, aND
tHE HorsEs DaShed OnwArD at a bReak-NEck Pace, sooN leaving tHe oTHer
cArRiAge far bEhind.

At the ratE tHey were goiNg, It tOok but A FEw minuteS to reach the
parsonage. DirECting thE coAchmaN to dRive round The Corner And WAit,
AugUstus hAlf-leD, hAlf-CARried THE tRemBlIng girl intO THe hOuse.
THe rev. FIscuel's Family and one or two nEIghBors were assemBleD in
If my company is not respe ctable," s he sa id,  wi th  aninci pient sob,
"it is t he fault of his bringi ng up ." 
Mr. Po mpado ur wash it t his  t im e,ri g ht  betw een  his ey es. The wi dow 
b lazed.

"You - -y ou--you mi nx, " she said,ang rily,"I  be l ieveyou 'd li ke tos ee
medead, and  o u t of y o ur way! " 
T he r emark was utterly ir r elevant; but s he saw  i t  i n the  bo ok, and
th ou ght i t  wouldb ed r a mat i c.

Terpsicho re burst in t o t ears,an d b e at a r etrea ti n d isorder. As  she 
left the  room, Mrs. Ta r agon sa id toher sel f, w i th  a  si gh ofr el ief , --
"Well,th ecoast  isc l e a r fo r P ompa dour, --and she's s afe  for to- night ,
any  way ." 

Whi ch was  a sl ig ht mistake.

Te n o' clock cam e,an d w it h itt he car ria ge.  A manglideds ile nt l y un derneath Terpsicho re ' s  w indow, a nd a l a dd er was rear ed  ag ains t the
w all. Si lently t he win d ow  o pened,an d a fo rm  de sce ndedt he l adder,  and
was  clas p ed in an equal l y silent embr a ce a tt he f oot . Terpsicho re h a d
no t en t ir ely recov eredhe r  s p irits, but she stif le d heremoti ons for
the s ake of Aug u s t us. Forthes am e  reason she di d not  scold him for
rump lingher bonn et. Hurry i n g into t hecar ria ge, t he y drove rapid l y 
awa y. 

As th eyturnedthe  co rne r i nt o the pri ncipal s tr ee t,  a not her c a rriage,go ing  i n t he sa m e dire ction , ca me  u p  be hind th e ma t  a q ui ck  tro t.Au gustu s sp r ang  to his  feet, an d p e ered  o ut  into t he darkness."B etrayed,"wa s t he tho u g ht which  flashed through his mi n d, andhemutte redan eighte en- corner edo ath. T erpsic horecl ung t o his c oa t w it h
an energ y whi ch in di rect ly refl ected lasting cred i t u pon his tailo r.
"Pu t on  mo r es tea m, "  wh i s pered Augustushoarsely t ot he  driver, a n d
t he  horses  dashed  onwa r d at abreak-nec k pace, s oo n le a v ing  the other 
carriag e far beh i nd.
A tthe r ate  theywe regoing , it t o okbut a  few m in utes t o rea ch  the
par sonage. Directing the c oachma n todri ve roundthe cor ner and w ait, 
Augustushal f-l ed, h alf - carri ed t h etre m bling  gir l  into the ho use . Th e Rev. Fisc u e l 'sfamil y a n d oneor t wo neighbors were assembled in
If my_company is_not respectable," she said,_with an_incipient_sob,
"it is_the_fault of his_bringing up."

Mr. Pompadour_was hit this time,_right between his_eyes._The widow
blazed.

"You--you--you minx," she said, angrily, "I believe you'd like to see
me dead, and_out_of your_way!"

The_remark_was utterly irrelevant; but she_saw it in the book,_and
thought it_would be dramatic.

Terpsichore burst into tears, and beat_a_retreat in disorder._As she
left the room, Mrs. Taragon said to herself,_with a sigh of relief,--

"Well, the_coast is clear_for_Pompadour,--and_she's safe for to-night,
any_way."

Which was a slight mistake.

Ten o'clock_came, and with it the carriage._A man glided silently
underneath Terpsichore's window, and_a ladder was reared against the
wall._Silently the window opened, and_a form_descended the ladder, and
was clasped_in an equally_silent embrace_at the foot._Terpsichore had
not entirely recovered her spirits,_but she stifled_her emotions for
the sake of Augustus._For_the same reason_she_did_not scold_him for
rumpling her_bonnet._Hurrying into_the_carriage, they drove rapidly
away.

As they turned_the_corner into the principal street, another carriage,
going_in the same direction,_came_up behind them at_a quick trot.
Augustus sprang to_his feet, and peered out into_the darkness.
"Betrayed,"_was the_thought which flashed through his mind, and he
muttered an eighteen-cornered oath._Terpsichore clung to his coat with
an_energy which indirectly reflected_lasting credit_upon_his tailor.

"Put on_more_steam," whispered_Augustus hoarsely to the driver, and
the horses_dashed onward_at a break-neck pace, soon leaving_the other
carriage far behind.

At_the_rate they were going, it took_but a few minutes to reach_the
parsonage. Directing the coachman to_drive_round_the corner and wait,
Augustus half-led,_half-carried the trembling girl into the_house.
The Rev. Fiscuel's_family and one or two neighbors were_assembled_in