"Now I'm the happiest woman in the world." "As you deserve to be," whispered her husband, clasping tight the hand he held.
"Oh, you flatterer!" she returned.

"Papa, did you miss me ?" "Every day, every hour.

Did I not tell you so in my letters?
And you?
did you think often of me ?" "Oftener than I can tell." "I have been wondering," he said, looking gravely into her eyes, "why you both so carefully avoided the slightest allusion to that most exciting episode of your stay at Viamede." Elsie blushed.

"We did not wish to make you uneasy, papa." "Of course, you must have seen a newspaper account ?" observed Mr.
Travilla.
"Yes; and now suppose you let me hear your report.

Did the villain's shot graze Elsie's forehead and carry a tress of her beautiful hair ?" "No, no, it was only a lock of her unworthy husband's hair--a much slighter loss," Travilla said, laughing.