"What is it. Matty ?" asked her sistei Euphcmia, who then enterod the

"Nothing"was fcko answ.er, "onlyold Browning in search of Susie. He is goin<> to propose, Phcmy," a " Shocking !" cried the other. "Nonsonse! The man is enormotulv rich." 1

"I say it is ohamoful," u-ied the yt.ung.,l' sister, passionately, "to sell that young life to an old beast like that,

"(Jpon my won)!" oxcli'iimod the older, "you are not very choice in your opithefs or your definitions. Who talks of selling ? Tlio girl has her free choice. Don't bs absurd with your romantic nons-nae," and Miss .Matilda sailed out oi the room, leaving her sister looking trough her tears at ihe bioad hack anil lumbering form of Susio's wealthy admirer. That gentleman,rehearsing a set'speech, pulled along the long path which led to the liver. So absorbed was he in his re h.'iirsil, tl.a' it was not until the sound of voices and laughter fell upon his ear " Au revoir. darling," cried the young man, as he swept awav from the bank,

" To-night, Harry i" cried the shame less girl,

"To-night, sweet 1" he echoed. Mr. Browning at tint moment ciperi enced symptoms of the attack of apoplexy which, subsequently,' carried him from h;s wealth to the land where then! are neither Hocks nor herds nor bank scrip nor lauded property. "Miss—Miss—Arbuilmot," he gasped. " Who—who is that impudent fellow ?" "Mr. drowning,'' was tho cool an swer, " to whom do you refer, sir ?" "That follow—that pauper—that ad venturer there," went on Mr. Browning, pointing a blue linger at the retreating form of the stranger, "He?—oh, that is tho honorable Henry Ltiscomhe, Mr. lirown'iig," was the ''an English gentleman who is now staying at Government House."

"The devil!" muttored Mr. Brown-

Health.
