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96 The Village Blacksmith. marketing to-day, papa. I must go home, please; my parasol is broken,” said Vera. And Mr. Tempest, seeing she was pale, took her home at once; but he failed to get a satisfactory account of what had happened from her, All she was inclined to talk of was her broken parasol, and Captain Raleigh’s stupidity in breaking it. ‘You are very unreasonable, Vera. JI understood you to say Captain Raleigh had rescued you from the mad dog,” said Mr. Tempest. ‘So he did; but he broke my parasol; and he might have lent me his umbrella. Iam dreadfully hot. I daresay I shall have a sunstroke; and it will be all his fault, stupid man,” said Vera, pouting. ‘A sunstroke, my dear Vera? I hope not. You are quite sure the dog did not touch you? You must keep quiet for the rest of the day, and I will go this afternoon and call on Captain Raleigh and thank him for his gallant behaviour.” This was precisely what Vera wanted. She wished to be left to herself, or at least to her mother, to think over the events of the morning, of which she had only a confused idea. She could still see in her mind’s eye the dreadful dog about to spring on her, and a tall, slim figure, which seemed the incarnation of strength and energy, mterposing and stunning the mad, hunted creature with a white umbrella, and the glimpse she had caught of a pale face with flashing eyes and tightly-closed lips haunted her alternately with a picture of the languid man who for a week sat opposite her at the table d’hote. She also wished with all her heart to become acquainted with this man, who interested her more than anyone she had ever met; but, had she shown the least anxiety to do so, Mr. Ryot Tempest would: have thrown every obstacle in the way, even though Captain Raleigh was, if one of Ae Raleighs, a connection of the Ryots. That afternoon Captain Raleigh received a visit from Mr. Ryot Tempest. He was lying on the sofa in his private room in the hotel when his guest was announced, and did not catch the name; but he knew the dapper little man before him was Vera’s father. ‘Mr. Tempest, I believe,” said Captain Raleigh, rising. ‘“ Ryot, if you please,” corrected Mr. Tempest, with a smile. ‘“T beg your pardon, Mr. Ryot.” ‘Tempest, if you please,” again corrected Mr. Ryot Tempest, with a second smile. What on earth is the fellow’s name? wondered Captain Raleigh, as he stroked his moustache in despair. ‘“Ryot Tempest,” explained the owner of this name. "Thanks. Pray be seated, Mr. Ryot Tempest. I am delighted to see you,” said Captain Raleigh. Mr. Ryot Tempest seated himself, and spent the next quarter of an hour in endeavouring to prove to his host the connection between the Ryots and the Raleighs. Having settled this to his own satis- COMIC OOOMKS, EC) m