His bow set Mrs. Farnham off again with double power.

"'You won't go to Yale,' said I, 'and you will go to Harvard. Let us
strike a medium, Fred, a happy medium is the most pleasant thing in
the world--go to Harvard one year, the next to Yale, then, sir, I
thought of your church--' and, said I, 'finish off at old Columbia,
it'll be a compliment to your guardian.'"

"Thank you," said the Judge, with a demure smile; "thank you for
remembering my church so kindly; but what did my ward say to this?"

"Why, sir, would you believe it, he answered in the most disrespectful
manner, that he went to college to got an education, and Harvard was
good enough for that.

"'But,' said I, 'take my medium and you will try Harvard, and Yale,
and old Columbia, too; only think what an introduction it would be
into all sorts of the best religious society.'

"Well, sir, what do you think he did but laugh in the most irreverent
manner, and ask me if I couldn't point out a Universalist institution
that he could finish up at. I declare, Judge, it almost broke my
heart."

"Well, well, let us hope it will all turn out right," answered the
Judge, consolingly--"look, madam, look, what a lovely hollow that is!"

They were now descending the mountain passes. Broken hills and lovely
green valleys rose and sunk along their rapid progress. Never on earth
was scenery more varied and lovely. Little emerald hollows shaded with