happened to be young and observing, and waited patiently an opportunity
to account for it. He was presently rewarded.

For toward morning she rallied, and looked feebly around. Then she
beckoned her father toward her, and whispered, "Where is he?"

"They took him away, Jinny dear, in a cart. He won't trouble you agin."
He stopped; for Miss Jenny had raised herself on her elbow, and was
levelling her black brows at him. But two kicks from the young surgeon,
and a significant motion towards the door, sent Mr. McClosky away
muttering. "How should I know that 'HE' meant Ridgeway?" he said
apologetically, as he went and returned with the young gentleman. The
surgeon, who was still holding her pulse, smiled, and thought
that--with a little care--and attention--the stimulants--might
be--diminished--and---he--might leave--the patient for some hours with
perfect safety. He would give further directions to Mr. McClosky--down
stairs.

It was with great archness of manner, that, half an hour later, Mr.
McClosky entered the room with a preparatory cough; and it was with some
disappointment that he found Ridgeway standing quietly by the window,
and his daughter apparently fallen into a light doze. He was still more
concerned, when, after Ridgeway had retired, noticing a pleasant smile
playing about her lips, he said softly:--

"You was thinking of some one, Jinny?"

"Yes, father," the gray eyes met his steadily,--"of poor John Ashe!"

Her recovery was swift. Nature, that had seemed to stand jealously aloof