KEITH VISITS NEW YORK, AND MRS.

LANCASTER SEES A GHOST For the next year or two the tide set in very strong toward the mountains, and New Leeds advanced with giant strides.

What had been a straggling village a year or two before was now a town, and was beginning to put on the airs of a city.

Brick buildings quite as pretentious as the town were springing up where a year before there were unsightly frame boxes; the roads where hogs had wallowed in mire not wholly of their own kneading were becoming well-paved streets.

Out on the heights, where had been a forest, were sprinkled sightly dwellings in pretty yards.