unclouded sun was shining on the radiant landscape. After performing
the duties of his toilet, he was summoned to breakfast, where he met
the colonel and his daughter.

"Well, major, and how did you pass the night?" asked the colonel,
anxiously.

"Famously," replied Stanley. "I slept like a top, as I told you I
should."

"Then, thank Heaven, the spell is broken at last," said the colonel,
"and the White Phantom has ceased to haunt the Green Chamber."

"By no means," said the major, smiling; "the White Phantom paid me a
visit last night, and left me a token of the honor."

"A token!" exclaimed the father and daughter in a breath.

"Yes, my friends, and here it is." And the major handed the ring to
the old gentleman.

"What's the meaning of this, Julia?" exclaimed the colonel. "This ring
I gave you last week!"

Julia uttered a faint cry, and turned deadly pale.

"The mystery is easily explained," said the major. "The young lady is
a sleep-walker. She came into my room before I had retired, utterly
unconscious of her actions. I took the ring from her hand, that I
might be able to convince you and her of the reality of what I had
witnessed."

The major's business was not pressing, and he readily yielded to the
colonel's urgent request to pass a few days with him. Their mutual
liking increased upon better acquaintance, and in a few weeks the
White Phantom's ring, inscribed with the names of Rupert Stanley and
Julia Rogers, served as the sacred symbol of their union for life.

HE WASN'T A HORSE JOCKEY.

It was at the close of a fine, autumnal afternoon, that a
simple-looking traveller, attired in a homespun suit of gray, and
wearing a broad-brimmed, Quaker-looking hat, drove up to the door of
the Spread Eagle Tavern, in the town of B----, State of Maine, kept by
Major E. Spike, and ordered refreshments for himself and horse. There
was nothing particular about the traveller, except his air of
simplicity; but his horse was a character. The animal was at least
thirty years of age, and was as gaunt as Rosinante, and would have
been a dear bargain at fifteen dollars. The traveller acknowledged
that he had been taken in somewhat when he bought the animal, for he
"wasn't a horse jockey," and "did'nt know much about critters!"
However, he added, "that if he had good luck in his trip down east,
[he was agent for a Hartford Life Assurance Company,] he meant to pick
up something handsome in the way of horse fles