ts continuance.

So it was that, about the time when Elizabeth Waldron sat in the
summer-house at Bellevale, with tears of disappointment in her pretty
eyes, holding poor Florian's best-he-could-do but ineffective letter all
crumpled up in her hand, the tigrine Le Claire rested her elbows upon a
window-ledge in the attitude of gazing into the street (it was all
attitude, for she saw nothing), and was disturbed by Aaron, who brought
in Mr. Florian Amidon's penciled card. She gave a few pokes to her hair,
of course, turned once or twice about before her mirror, and went into
the parlor.

"The judge and your father," said Amidon, "have got up a wonderful guide
from notes of this man Brassfield's talk."

"Yes," said she with a smile; "they are wonderful."

"And perfectly useless," he continued, "so far as my steering by them in
Bellevale is concerned."

"As useless," she admitted, "as can be."

"You knew that?" he inquired. "Then why did you let them go on with it?"

"That's good," said she. "I like that! I was nicely situated to mention
it, wasn't I?"

"The fact is, Clara," said he, "as you can see, that I've got to have you
at Bellevale. I shall not go down there without you. I can't do it.
I've thought it all out----"

"So have I," said she. "I knew that you'd have to have me--for a little
while; knew it all the time. I was just thinking about it as you came
up."

"Then can you--will you go?"

"Can I stay, Florian?" she inquired steadily. "Can I leave you like a
just-cured blind and deaf man, and my work for you only begun? I must
go! We were just talking about our going to Bellevale, as you came in,
papa. Mr. Amidon will need us for a while when he first gets there."

"Surely, surely," said the professor. "Te most inderesting phaces of dis
case vill arise in Bellevale. I grave te brifiletche of geeping you
unter my opsairfation until--until to last dog is hunk! Let us despatch
Chutche Blotchett to spy out te landt. In a day or two he can tiscofer
vere dis man Brassfield lifes, vere te fair Fraulein Elizabeth resides,
and chenerally get on to te logal skitivation. He vill meet up with us
at te train, and see that ve don't put our foots in it. Ve vill dus be
safed te mortification of hafing Alderman Brassfield, chairman of te
street committee, asking te boliceman te vay to his lotchings; or te
fiance of Miss Valdering bassing her on te street vit a coldt, coldt
stare of unrecognition or em