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ways. And then I made haste, ’cause ‘twas to 4 lady, and now thst I ha’ seen you, I guess !m well paid.” Both Alice and Isabelle smiled at the flattering compliment attempted by the sage, who was not indisposed to join in the mirth he thus created, as he sat upon a chair, with his bent form supported by grasping with both hands a huge club, which rested upon the carpet.» | “ You must need rest and refreshment, my good father,” said Isabelle, kindly, “and you must be our guest until your ” “T ‘ont refuse your hospitality,” replied the messenger, “ but I’m active o’ my years, and must soon be off agin. I guess, too,” added he, rather more gayly than he had before “that the Captain’ll expect to hear how you take this here victory, and I'd like to oblige him, seein’ that he’s about as smatt a young feller as ever I see’d draw a sword.” ; Isabelle blushed, and felt a degree of pride to hear Horace thus referred to ; and, being anxious to supply the poor old traveler with refreshments without further delay, she led the way to an apartment, and gare the necessary directions, and the servants testified no little astonishment at the rapacity of so aged # man, who, they thought, must have traveled from the seat of war on nothing but the hope of what he might procure at the end of his journey. Some time afterward Mr. Ormond returned home. There was a smile upon his face which was pregnant with intelli- gence, but ois tongue was silent. He placed himself in his easy-chair He looked up-at the ceiling, down at the polish on his 6oots, and significantly at’ Isabelle, and at length exlaimed : a we, Isabelle.” ] battle ?” suggested Isabelle. ‘ ond nodded assent, as if that was a naturai con- “Which was fought at Springfield, won dy our soldiers, the name of Horace Blytbe is not the most incon- rable of the herbes” added Isabelie. | com/cbooks.com Ln