He needed no artificial heat to warm his pen and kindle his ardor when he sat down to write to Ruth.

But it must be confessed that the words never flowed so easily before, and he ran on for an hour disporting in all the extravagance of his imagination.

When Ruth read it, she doubted if the fellow had not gone out of his senses.

And it was not until she reached the postscript that she discovered the cause of the exhilaration.
"P.

S .-- We have found coal." The news couldn't have come to Mr.Bolton in better time.