, in which Harry, the fugitive, passed two
nights. The aspect of the place is entirely changed, though the very
rock upon which our hero ate the sumptuous repast the little angel
brought him may be seen in the centre of the beautiful garden, by the
side of the house. Mr. West often seats himself there to think of the
events of the past, and to treasure up the pleasant memories connected
with the vicinity.

The house is elegant and spacious, though there is nothing gaudy or
gay about it. Let us walk in. It is plainly furnished, though the
articles are rich and tasteful. This is the sitting room. Who is that
beautiful lady sitting at the piano-forte? Do you not recognize her,
gentle reader? Of course you do. It is Mrs. West, and an old
acquaintance. She is no longer the little angel, though I cannot tell
her height or her weight; but her husband thinks she is just as much
of an angel now as when she fed him on doughnuts upon the flat rock in
the garden.

Ah, here comes Harry! He is a fine-looking man, rather tall; and
though he does not wear a mustache, I have no doubt Mrs. West thinks
he is handsome--which is all very well, provided he does not think so
himself.

"This is a capital day, Julia; suppose we ride over to Redfield, and
see friend Nason," said Mr. West.

"I shall be delighted," replied Julia.

The horse is ordered; and as they ride along, the gentleman amuses his
wife with the oft-repeated story of his flight from Jacob Wire's.

"Do you see that high rock, Julia?" he asked, pointing over the fence.

"Yes."

"That is the very one where I dodged Leman, and took the back track;
and there is where I knocked the bull-dog over."

They arrived at the house of Mr. Nason. It is a pleasant little
cottage, for he is no longer in the service of the town. It was built
by Mr. West expressly for him. Connected with it is a fine farm of
twenty acres. This little property was sold to Mr. Nason by his
protege, though no money was paid. Harry would have made it a free
gift, if the pride of his friend would have permitted; but it amounts
to the same thing.

Mr. West and his lady are warmly welcomed by Mr. Nason and his family.
The ex-keeper is an old man now. He is a member of the church, and
considered an excellent and useful citizen. He still calls Mr. West
his "boy," and regards him with mingled pride and admiration.

Our friends dine at the cottage; and, after dinner, Mr. Nason and Mr.
West talk over old times,