ting a huge piece of maple sugar in it.

The conductor, meantime, was gath-
ering my things, and with a "Come
along, now! This is where you
change," he led me from the car. I
glanced back once, and the hen-faced
woman shook her withered brown fist
at me, and the large man waved and
smiled. The conductor and I ran as
hard as we could, he carrying my light
luggage, to a stage that seemed to be
waiting for us. He shouted some di-
rections to the driver, deposited me
within, and ran back to his train. And
I, alone again, looked about me.

We were in the heart of a little town,
and a number of men were standing
around while the horses took their fill
at the watering-trough. This accom-
plished, the driver checked up the
horses, mounted to his high seat, was
joined by a heavy young man; two gen-
tlemen entered the inside of the coach,
and we were off.

One of these gentlemen was very old.
His silver hair hung on his shoulders;
he had a beautiful flowing heard which