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LOVE'S PROGRESS. _ 68 “T do not think it is safe for you to stay here wath rac _said Lizzie. Solicitude for his safety! ,Here was an slsesol with ‘a vengeance. In truth, the little woman had twinges of con- science at the idea of making the love of the captain a trap to ensnare him, and began to wish that. he would Be away before the coming of Tim. | r Hox) But that was past praying for. “Why do you think I ought to go away ” he asked. “ Because it is not safe here,” she persisted. “T don’t quite see that,” he replied. “ There is a truce, now, and Harrison is fifteen miles away. J. know he would - give something to get me in his clutches.” “ Then why do you stay here ?” & weetit ' “How can you ask that question? Do you think I can go away? When I first came here, you hated me. Now, I do not. think you feel so badly toward me as that.” “IT do not wish tu see you injured,” she replied, looking down. “I wish you would go away, at once,” wind “ You must know of some threatening danger.” “JT will tell you nothing. The peoute of Harrison often come here, and they would take you.” | Sweet things for the jealous eyes to see and the ears to hear! At-this moment a clear voice broke out in song, the brggue of which could not be mistaken. ey “ An’ they said to him, ‘ Phat the devil d’ye want, “ Thrav’lin’ down the road, sir? + An’ phy d’ye rave an’ phy d’ye rant, 9 _ Thrav’lin’ down the road, sir?” Sez he, ‘ The maiden’s faith ig bad, 9» ¥ Thray’lin’ down the road, sir; - . For she have got another lad, Ps Thrav’lin’ down the road, ‘bir. ade hs “a That's Tim,” said Lizzie. “ You can’t make a mistake in him, I wonder where he has been so long ?” “ He has been to the American army ; at least, I sent him there. You will excuse me if I go aside for a little private ‘conversation with him. I expect important information.” e voice of the singer came nearer and nearer, and at last he broke through the bushes which bordered the. path, and’ ConniclooOkxs.conn -