Mill people, indeed! I'll jest give Steve White a piece o' my mind, the first time I see him on the street." Jane and her lover were sitting on the tops of two barrels just outside the grocery door, when this conversation took place.

Just as the last words had left her lips, she looked up and saw Stephen approaching at a very rapid pace.

The unusual sight of two people perched on barrels on the sidewalk roused Stephen from the deep reverie in which he habitually walked.

Lifting his hat as courteously as if he were addressing the most distinguished of women, he bowed, and said smiling, "How do you do, Miss Jane ?" and "Good-morning, Mr.Lovejoy," and passed on; but not before Jane Barker had had time to say in her gentlest tones, "Very well, thank you, Mr.Stephen," while an ugly sneer spread over the face of Reuben Lovejoy.
"Woman all over!" he muttered.

"Never saw one on ye yet thet wasn't caught by a bow from a palaverin' fool." Jane laughed nervously.