and approbation.

"Thank you, gentlemen--God bless you," said the woman, earnestly. "My
story is soon told. I am looking for my husband, and I _must_ find him.
His name is Allan Berryn."

Buffle gazed thoughtfully in the fire, and remarked:

"Names ain't much good in this country, mum--no man kerries
visitin'-cards, an' mighty few gits letters. Besides, lots comes here
'cos they're wanted elsewhere, an' they take names that ain't much like
what their mothers giv 'em. Mebbe you could tell us somethin' else to
put us on the trail of him?"

"Hez he got both of his eyes an' ears, mum?" inquired one of the men.

"Uv course he hez, you fool!" replied Buffle, savagely. "The lady's
husband's a gentleman, an' 'tain't likely he's, been chawed or gouged."

"I ax parding, mum," said the offender, in the most abject manner.

"He is of medium height, slightly built, has brown hair and eyes, and
wears a plain gold ring on the third finger of his left hand," continued
Mrs. Berryn.

"Got all his front teeth, mum?" asked the man Buffle had rebuked; then
he turned quickly to Buffle, who was frowning suspiciously, and said,
appeasingly, "Yer know, Buffle, that bein' a gentleman don't keep a
feller from losin' his teeth in the nateral course of things."