defiant face of Cissy that afternoon haunted
him; he had not known the immediate cause of it, but made no doubt that
she had already heard the news of her father's disgrace when he met
her. He regretted now that he hadn't spoken to her, if only a few formal
words of sympathy. He had always been half tenderly amused at her frank
conceit and her "airs,"--the innocent, undisguised pride of the country
belle, so different from the hard aplomb of the city girl! And now the
foolish little moth, dancing in the sunshine of prosperity, had felt the
chill of winter in its pretty wings. The contempt he had for the father
had hitherto shown itself in tolerant pity for the daughter, so proud
of her father's position and what it brought her. In the revelation that
his own directors had availed themselves of that father's methods, and
the ignoble character of his present mission, he felt a stirring of
self-reproach. What would become of her? Of course, frivolous as she
was, she would not feel the keenness of this misfortune like another,
nor yet rise superior to it. She would succumb for the present, to
revive another season in a dimmer glory elsewhere. His critical, cynical
observation of her had determined that any filial affection she
might have would be merged and lost in the greater deprivation of her
position.

A sudden darkening of the landscape below, and a singular opaque
whitening of the air around them, aroused him from his thoughts. The
driver drew up the collar of his overcoat and laid his whip smartly over
the backs of his cattle. The air grew gradually darker, until suddenly
it seemed to disintegrate into invisible gritty particles that swept
through the wagon. Presently these particles became heavier, more
perceptible, and polished like small shot, and a keen wind drove them
stingingly into the faces of the passengers, or insidiously into their
pockets, collars, or the folds of their clothes. The snow forced itself
through the smallest crevice.

"We'll get over this when once we've passed the bend; the road seems to
dip beyond," said Masterton cheerfully from his seat beside the driver.

The driver gave him a single scornful look, and turned to the passenger
who occupied the seat on the other side of him. "I don't like the look
o' things down there, but ef we are stuck, we'll have to strike out for
the next station."

"But," said Masterton, as the wind volleyed the sharp snow pellets in
their faces and the leaders