"O Jennie, my heart was broken when I was hurled out before I could save you.

Allow me." "You had better look after your own safety," she said, refusing his help, as she stepped lightly from the cart.

"Jack might start again.

Mother, Mr.
Gordon here saved my life." At this moment the groom appeared, and the blushing Tom turned the horse over to him, and, pretending he had not heard the words of Jennie, lifted his hat.
"It has come out all right; I bid you good-evening." Catherwood quickly rallied from the snub of the lady.

He slipped his fingers in his vest-pocket and drew out a bill, which he handed to Tom.
"What's that for ?" asked the wondering youth, taking the crumpled paper.
"Aw--that's all right, my deah fellow--you earned it--dooced clevah in you"-- Tom Gordon compressed the paper into a small wad, and placing it between his thumb and forefinger, as though it were a marble, shot it against the eyeglasses of the amazed dude.
"That's my opinion of _you_," he said, turning about and walking off, before the agitated Mrs.Warmore could thank him.
"I suppose I've done it," he mused, when in the highway and walking toward Farmer Pitcairn's.