such a wonderful escape. It is too horrible."

"How the newspapers are given to big stories!" said Mrs. Bernard.

"I dare say," cried Anne, "the editor has authority for what he
says, for now that my attention is drawn to it, I think there must
be something in the incision. Have you not remarked, mamma, that Mr.
Pownal is at times light-headed?"

"Anne!" exclaimed her mother, smiling, "I am ashamed to hear a young
girl rattle on so."

"I am not aware of being more light-headed than usual," said Pownal,
"but I am certain no one can be in Miss Bernard's company, and not be
light-hearted."

"Very prettily spoken! Mr. Thomas Pownal is practising his wit upon a
country maiden, in order to be in training when he returns to open the
campaign among the New York ladies."

"I am too happy here," said Pownal, in a low tone, "to wish to return
to the city."

An almost imperceptible blush suffused the cheeks of Miss Bernard. She
looked up from the newspaper, but her eyes encountering those of the
young man, instantly fell.

"What fine speeches are you making to one another?" broke in the
Judge. "My dear, do not hold down your head. It throws the blood into
your face."