He did not come into the Drammond'e house quite so often now or else he only stayed a short time, and Bertha began to think perhaps she had mistaken him after all and consequently grew rather strained in her manner in his presence. One evening Larry came in for a chat with hie mother and Mr Drammond. After talking to them for some little time he got up to go, seeing they were wanting to get to their evening game of cribbage. '' AVhere is Bertha, to-night," he asked his mother. " Why, I believe the girl is in the garden, Larry. Do go and fetch her in ; it must be damp, and I am sure she must be done watering her flowers long ago." So she had, and was just: returning to the house when she saw Larry going up the verapdah steps, and not caring to be thrown into his society she went back and sat down in the summer-house at the end of the garden, watching the moon rise and casting her soft reflection around. Larry walked down the garden whist ling so that he should not take her by surprise. She stood up as he drew near, and came to the door. " Good evening, Bertha," he said ex tending his hand; "I am sent to fetch you in. My mother is afraid it is damp for you to be out," and he leaned himself against the door in front of her so she could not pass out. " I was watering my flowers," she ex plained, " then I came in here, and have been admiringthe moon. Solhavenot been out of the dew," then neither spoke for a few minutes, for the life of her Bertha could think of nothing to say. At la»t Larry said, " Bertha, why have you been avoiding me so lately, do you disiike me so much as that, that you don't like my presence." " Ah, no,Larry. How could y>u think so," she said in a low tone. Something in her manner made Larry look up at her keenly, and their eyes met for a moment. 