I have got intoxicated with flowing curls, and flashing dark eyes, and all the pretty, bewitching, foolish, irresistible ways of that piquant little beauty, whom I have no business under heaven to think of.

I know she is silly, and frivolous, and coquettish, and vain; but I love her! There, the murder is out, and I feel better after it.

But, withal, I want to be faithful to the girl who loves me (ah! wretch that I am!), and so I fly.

A month out of sight of that sweet face--a month out of hearing of that gay, young voice--a month shooting, and riding, and exploring these Canadian wilds, will do me good, and bring me back a new man.

At least, I hope so; and don't you set me down as a villain for the next four weeks, at least." * * * * * The day of departure was miserably long and dull at the Hall.