Lying in wait in the dusk of the morning to give her lover a kiss and a rose and a parting word.

She must have taken me for his servant in the dark.
"Griggs," said Isaacs as we parted some six or seven miles farther on,--"an odd thing happened this morning.

I have left something more in your keeping than money." "I know.

Trust me.

Good-bye," and he cantered off.
I confess I was very dejected and low-spirited when I came back into camp.