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54 TIM, THE SCOUT. nature, and loved or hated with equal fervor. Lizzie could nc¢ forbear a smile as the captain dismotnted at the door and Cub advanced to take his horse. He certainly did not intend to allow the iron to cool, He was another Ruy Gomez, mi- uus the good qualities, and plus all the perseverance. “You return soon,” said Lizzie, coldly. “ May I ask to what I may attribute the honor-of this visit ?” She received him reservedly, but he had expected that. “ After my letter, you must have known I would come,” he said. “True; but you did not wait for my answer.” “And what would your answer have been?” he asked, eagerly. “Can you ask that? Nothing !” . “You would have slighted me, then ?” | - “Why not? I do not even know your name except by accident. Can we do any thing for you ?” ' “Yes, Darkness has set in, and I ask shelter for this night.” “You shall have it. Enter.” | . He followed her into the apartment. She stole a look at his face, and saw determination written in every line of it. He was not a man to give up any object lightly. Ed. had been right when he said that the man would make her trouble. She gaye her orders to Dinah in a low voite, and then sat down at the other side of the fire-place and took up her knit- ting, looking very little at the strange wooer on the other side. For his part, he was content to sit there and watch her nimble fingers while at work. ‘We can but honor the sentiment of love in any man, be he ever so lowly or base, and the sudden love of James Wilson for this beautiful girl was the one re- deeming quality of his nature; which otherwise was wicked.” si “You read my letter?” he said. | “ Yes,” eal ‘ “What did you do with it?” Fey “ T destroyed it.” He nodded gravely. “Did you receive my message from the Irishman ?” ca “ After reading your letter I was not disposed to receive any message from you.” Pd ConmebookSs com