It was a great day for Dot when Farmer Bcnoit sought him out and took him to work on his farm of La Coumeuve. La Courncuvo was a large whito straggling, red-tiled build ing, and bore ample evidence in its well-kept farm yard and wide surrounding fields and orchards to the prosperity of its owner, who was indeed tho wealthiest man in the village of Saint Georges, "Ob, Lalioussotte!"shouted the farmer as he entered, " put another plate of soup in the table, I've brought a recruit." " Dot-And-Carry-One, I declare!"

" Yes, Mam'selle Mariette, at yout ser- Vice,"

Mariette, whom hor father called La Koussotte, was a tall, buxom, merry girl, with rosy cheeks and Venetian red hair that appeared to have caught the gleam of the autumn sun-a picture of robust health and rural beauty. In a very short time Dot was hcebs ovor head in love with her. Mariette soon perceived that sho had made a conquest, and being a coquette and not particularly scrupulous, did her best to com pletely turn Dot's head. Thus encouraged the poor fellow indulged in the rosiest of day dreams, and determined to work his way up to a position in which he might venture to demand her in marriage. He worked so well that he became Master Benoit's right-hand man. Then one day lie made his aspirations known to his employer. The latter expressed his approval in tho most cordial manner,- and immediately set off to. the harvest field to Bpeak to Mariette about it.
