The Press., 1895-08-22
T. Continued from last weekly YOUNGR0BIN GREY
Copyright, 1895, by the Author.l
By BRET HARTE.

Copyright, 1895, by the Author.1
 "I'm thinkin that the atmosphere is not SO pure here It is deficient in ozone. I noticed it myself in the early morn in. It was not the confinement of the shop, for she never cared to go out.
 He received the announcement of his good fortune with unshaken calm and great practical consideration of detail. He would guarantee his identity to the consul. As for James Cow, it was no more than fair, and what he had ex- pected from him. AS to it's being an equivalent of his loss, he could not tell until the facts were before him.
 "Miss Ailsa," suggested the consul venturously, twill be pleased to hear again from her old friend, and know that he is succeeding"
 "I'm not so sure that ye could call 1t 'succeedin','' returned the old man, carefully wiping the glasses of pair of spectacles that he held critically to the light, "when ye consider that, sayin nothin of the waste of valuable time, it only puts James Cow back where he was when he went away"
 duY 1lldu WuO AGkS hCtu OuO PACAC- ure of knowing MT. and Miss Calender would be glad to be on that footing, :" said the consul, with polite significance.
 "I'm not agreein with you there, " aid Mr. Callender quietly; "and I'm ubservin in ye of late tendency to combine business wi complement. But it was kind of ye to call, and I'll be sendin ye the authorization.
 Which he did. But the consul, pass ing through the locality a few weeks later, was somewhat concerned to find the shop closed, with others on the same block. behind a boarding that indicated rebuilding and improvement. Further inquiry elicited the fact that the small leases had been bought up by some cap ltalist, and that MT. Callender, with the others, had benefited thereby. But there was no trace nor clew to his present To- cality. He and his daughter seemed to have again vanished with this second change in their fortunes.
 It was a late March morning, when the streets were dumb with snow and the air was filled with flying granula- tions that tinkled against the windows of the consulate like fairy sleigh bells, when there was the stamping of snow clogged feet in the outer hall and the door was opened to MT. and Miss Cal lender. For an instant the consul was startled. The old man appeared as usual erect and as frigidly respectable as one of the icicles that fringed the win dow, but Miss Ailsa was, to his aston ishment, brilliant with a new found color, and sparkling with health and only half repressed animation. The snowfakes, scarcely melting on the brown head of this true daughter of the north, still crowned her hood, and as she threw back her brown cloak and disclosed 8 plump little scarlet jacket and brown skirt, the consul could not resist her suggested likeness to some bright eyed robin redbreast, to whom the indictment weather had given 8 charming audacity. And, shy and de- mure as she still was, it was evident that sorle change had been wrought in her other than that evoked by the stim ulus of her native sky and air.
 To his eager questioning the old man replied briefly that he had bought the old cottage at Loch Dour, where they were living, and where he had erected small Tnanufactory and laboratory for the making of his inventions. which had