e summer me and Paisley gallops down into these Saains for the purpose of a month's surd levity, dressed iural store habiliments of mahis town of Los Pinos, whily was a roof-garden spot of the world, and flowing with ilk a had a street or two, and air, and hens, aihat was enough for us.

    "We strikes the toer-time, and we ple whatever efficacy there is iing-house down by the railroad tracks. By the time we had set doried up our plates with a khe red oil-cloth, along intrudes ith the hot bisd the fried liver.

    "Nooman that ted an anchet his vows. She was not so small as she was large; and a kind of wele air seemed to mitigate her viity. The pink of her face was the in hoo of a ary temper and a osition, and her smile would have brought out the dogwood blossoms in December.

    "Widow Jessup talks to us a lot of garrulous the d history and Tennyson ahe sutton, and finally wants to knoe .

    "'Spring Valley,' says I.

    "'Big Spring Valley,'  Paisley, out of a lot of potatoes and knu in his mouth.

    "That was the first sighe old fidus Diogeaisley Fish was ended forever. He knew how I hated a talkative persoampedes into the versation with his ames and addendums of syntax. O ri I had heard Paisley himself call it Sprihousand times.

    "Without saying a out after supper ahe railroad track. ardoo long not to knoas goiher's mind.

    "'I re you uand,' says Paisley, 'that I've made up my mind to accrue that oman as part and pard to my hereditameh domes