No, I don't feel at home there." That evening Ruth and her father sat late by the drawing-room fire, as they were quite apt to do at night.

It was always a time of confidences.
"Thee has another letter from young Sterling," said Eli Bolton.
"Yes.

Philip has gone to the far west." "How far ?" "He doesn't say, but it's on the frontier, and on the map everything beyond it is marked 'Indians' and 'desert,' and looks as desolate as a Wednesday Meeting." "Humph.

It was time for him to do something.

Is he going to start a daily newspaper among the Kick-a-poos ?" "Father, thee's unjust to Philip.