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ing advantage of lull in our efforts, had

ulSHppeAfel III smoke.
80 dear, we'll have to go up to the
house. i suppose, after all our trouble.
Just see how I've hurt my hand" And
while Fred examined critically the little
punk palm I related our "moving ad-
ventures.
"A fire, is that all?" said he at their
close. 81 have not camped out in vain
all these summers" and his ready knife
soon reduced another picket Of that
devoted fence to the requisite size and
ere long sparkling blaze rewarded his
efforts.
"Why need we go up to the house?'
qucried Mr.. Archer. "No one knows
we are coming, and T quite long for one
more outdoor repast Besides, we have
been 'roughing it so long as to be
scarcely wonted to civilized life as yet"
"Capital - echoed Fred. "What
have you girls got for brealiiast?"
Corn and potatoes roasted in the
ashes, and corn bread and molasses.
You remember Thoreaus bill of fare; it
is ours, too," replied Jessie, demurely,
with glance at Mr. Archer as she spoke.
But the gentlemen proiessed themselves
entirely satisfied, and | said, orncularly,
"He that eats must work, and ii you
gentlemen stay you must pay the pen
atty. Cousin Fred, there is the basket
and hoe, your post will be the corn field
and potato patch. Mr.. Archer, this fire
will need constant replenishing, so you
may gather sticks" Having thus as
signed them their station, Jessie and |
turned our attention to the matter at
hand, and after much merriment and
great deal Of waiting, we sat down to u
very creditable rcpast of the above-men-
toned articles, further reinforced by
Boston crackers and cold tongue from
the gcntlemcn's lunch basket We had
moved the table out under the trees,
and what with improvised seats, the
novelty of the situation, and the laugh
ter and iesting consequent thcreupon,
passed pleasant hour.
Jessie and ! dined ut the house that
day, but, positively refusing any further
concession to the world, returned to our
solitude and interrupted studies
studies, however, doomed to more than
one interruption of the same nature, for
the gentlemen professed themselves to
he aS much i'll love with Walden cottage
nnd life therein MS we ourselves. and
countless were the fishing parties they
instituted, and delicious the chowders
they concoctcd, and many We're the
hunting expeditions from which they re-
turned laden with small game, to be
cooked i'll hunters fashion, hut most ap-
pctzingly, at our gypsy fireplace, and,
/ fear me, Taine and Ollendorf were
most sadlyneglcctcd the while we gained
i'll the art of angling, or took long wood
land ramhlcs, from which we returned
with happy faces, and brows crowned
with wild flowers.
1t might also have been noted about
this timc that sumdry changes took
place III our attire, numerous bright
ribbons and fresh lawns taking the place
of our somber scrviceable Brays, almost
without our knowledge.
1t was on one Of these sclf-samc ram
blcs late in the month, when Fred and |
had fallen behind Jessie and Mr.. Archer,
which, by the way. hud happened very
often III these latter days, and some way
they never seemed to mind it either
1t was on one of these ramblcs, | say,
that Fred bent his handsome blonde
head very low and whispcred-though
why should he whisper, there was no one
to hear?
eve are going back in three days,
Nan; our vacation is more than past.
Shall you care very much ?"
And |, startled by the sudden an
nounccment, lifted my eyes quickly to
his face, which was not ut all prudent
uutlcr the circumstances, aud he read
what he chose in their depths, and then
but there, | shall not tell you word
he said, that IL my secret. | only know
that few minutes after Fred was very
near, and | was turning n jewelel circlet
on my finger, and seeing it through
mist of tears that dimmed its glitter
strangely.
"Tho time is very near, Nan don't
you think You had better break up at
Walden?' This brought me 80 myself
with start, as L exclaimed, remorse-
fully
"What will Jessie say?'
"There is your answer" laughed
Fred, pointing down long reach Of
trees, Mt whose farther end could be seen
the glimmer of pale blue lawn, with IL
most unmistakable coat-sleeve outlined
against it, while the jetty locks of its
owner were in dangerous proximity to
the others blonde crimps. Foiled at
this point, l tried another:
"Three days why, / could never get
ready in the world"
Nothing to wear p said Fred, light
ly; "don't tell me. What does your
oracle, Thoreau, say about it-'H you
have any enterprise before you, try it in
your old clothes I"
So what could / do? And Jessie
found herself helpless before the same
arguments, and, three days from that
time, we were whirling away from c.,
on the fast express, ere the inhabitants
of that city had fairly recovered their
breath at the astounding announcement
Of "double wedding in high life"
upon such short notice
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