so UNCLE ezekiel's EXPLOITS.
dirt-pies, or to ride the pig ; and I used to be 'orribly shocked
at the fondness she had for playing with them boys, and be-
iiaving herself like a Hamerican. It's the only thing she
was ever self-willed about. I told her I didn't think her
father would be pleased at her taking to them Potters so; but
slie told mc she couldn't 'elp it if he M'asn't; she couldn't 'elp
loving them, and she shouldn't try. And she didn't."
Just at this epoch iu the loquacious little man's stoiy, they
reached the garden-gate, M'here Edith stood, looking too fresh
aud brflliant and beautiful to have any trace of the dirt-pies
of her chfldhood left about her; unless it was in the roses of
her cheeks, which M'ere certainly the brighter for such unlove¬
ly employment in times gone by.
James pointed out the improvements he had made, turning
the cabin into an English collage, and making the wflderness
of prairie to blossom like a rose; in corroboration of his
story, he shoMcd the grave of Edith's mother, the room in
M'hicli she died, the jeM-els and portraits left in his possession.
By this time it M'as growing toward sunset, and as the artist
had to return to Beaver-Creek village tiiat evening, he tore
himself awaj' from the romantic spot in M'hicli he had been so
interested, and M'ith a lingering, regretful gaze of intense ad¬
miration at the blushing Edith, bade her fiireM'cll.
This little chance incident, so trifling iu itself, was destined
to have more than a passing influence upon our heroine's