f Tennyson. They stood at the gate
in the moonlight for a long time, talking of books. He found she had a
thirst for them and he promised to lend her as many as she could read.
It was late when at last he left her; the radiant moonlight, the heavy
scent of the dewy garden, the soft rushing sound of the river and the
slim, graceful girl beneath the wide oaks had made a combination which
was intoxicating. He did not describe this scene to Helen, however, as
he had done so many others.

But of course Donald heard of it, and very soon. When Coonie came down
with the mail the next morning, Syl Todd confided his troubles to the
mail-carrier as he watered his horse. "Now, that there Allan Fraser
ain't got no more manners than if he'd never been outside of Glenoro,"
he said in conclusion of his mournful recital; "he don't know nothin'
about how to treat a lady." Syl was the only young man in Glenoro who
gave "the girls" the dignified title of "ladies."

"Always the way with them college chaps," agreed Coonie. "They think
they're some punkins and they don't know enough to make cheese."

"That's true," assented Mr. Todd, warmed by this unwonted sympathy.
"An' there's Don Neil; he's another that's been puttin' on airs, but
I'll bet he'll quit now; mind you, Coonie, the minister went home with
Jessie last night."

"Gosh!" exclaimed Coonie, expectorating copiously, "that's noos!"

"You bet! Don'll be hoppin' when he hears it. All the fellows has
been sayin' they bet Mr. Egerton would have liked to go with Jessie
ever since he come here if Don didn't keep him shooed off. Wait till
he goes back to college and the minister'll have his turn. Long's he
don't go hangin' 'round Maggie, _I_ won't bother him." And Mr. Todd
put his head on one side and gazed sentimentally up the hill, a pose
which was slightly damaged by old Bella throwing up her head and
spattering him with water.

As Donald Neil came cantering homeward, he met the mail driver dropping
down the Glenoro hills towards the Flats. "Hello, Coonie!" called the
young man, "how's yourself to-day?"

Coonie pulled up his old horse, which stopped with as much difficulty
as she started. He was very glad to meet Donald. "Oh, jist chawin'
an' spittin'," he answered with suspicious cordiality. "What kind o' a
new apostle's this you've got up here?"

"Who? Mr. Egerton? Oh! he's all right," said Donald, giving Bella a
poke in the ribs with his whip. "Haven't you s