"In my haste to impart the good news to you," said Mr. Awtry, rising,
"I almost forgot an engagement I made this evening. It is now getting
late, and I must leave. Good evening."

"Good evening," she replied. "I trust you will call to see me soon
again."

"With _your_ permission I will," he answered, laying particular
emphasis on the word "your."

"Certainly," she said. "I shall be most happy to see you at anytime."

"I will call soon, then," he replied. "Good night," and he stepped
from the threshold of the house.

"Good night," she said, closing the door.

Horace Awtry stood for a moment near the house; then walking on he
muttered: "A politic stroke, that telegraphic dispatch."




CHAPTER FIFTH.

JACKSON, MISSISSIPPI--A HAPPY HOME.


We will now change the scene of our story, and, using the license of