CHAPTER XI.
In less than three weeks after that tender parting, an elegant barouche stopped in front of Magnolia Lawn, and Mr.Fitzgerald assisted a very pretty blonde young lady to alight from it.

As she entered the parlor, wavering gleams of sunset lighted up the pearl-colored paper, softened by lace-shadows from the windows.

The lady glanced round the apartment with a happy smile, and, turning to the window, said: "What a beautiful lawn! What superb trees!" "Does it equal your expectations, dear ?" he asked.

"You had formed such romantic ideas of the place, I feared you might be disappointed." "I suppose that was the reason you tried to persuade me to spend our honeymoon in Savannah," rejoined she.

"But we should be so bored with visitors.