He was only a few years older than I was; a young--what's his name ?--Hercules, that brought me down a mountain in his arms the second time I ever saw him." "Alice Lancaster!" "I had broken my leg--almost I had got a bad fall from a horse and could not walk, and he happened to come along." "Of course.

How romantic! Was he a doctor?
Did you do it on purpose ?" Mrs.Lancaster smiled.
"No; a young schoolmaster up in the mountains.

He was not handsome--not then.

But he was fine-looking, eyes that looked straight at you and straight through you; the whitest teeth you ever saw; and shoulders! He could carry a sack of salt!" At the recollection a faint smile flickered about her lips.
"Why didn't you marry him ?" "He had not a cent in the world.

He was a poor young school-teacher, but of a very distinguished family.