"He speaks affectionately of Eugene." "Yes," cried Lenore, in delight; "one learns to know what conscientiousness and stability mean when one associates with him.

What a strange coincidence! The sister and the brother.

What has he written to you about, father!" "Matters of business, kindly meant, no doubt, but not of any present use to me.

The foolish boys have heard some idle rumor, and have unnecessarily troubled themselves about my affairs." And, so saying, he gloomily walked toward his factory.
Much perturbed, Lenore followed him.

At length he opened the newspaper, and carelessly turned it over till his eye fell upon a certain advertisement.