CHAPTER XXV.
THE LADY OF THE DAGUERREOTYPE "Daniel doesn't seem to be coming," remarked Mrs.Owen.

"He hardly ever misses a Sunday afternoon." "He's working hard.

I had no idea legislators had to work so hard," said Sylvia.
They sat in Mrs.Owen's office, which was cosier than the sitting-room, and the place where she seemed most comfortable.

Since we looked at her desk last a file-hook has been added to its furniture, and on it hang impaled a few cuttings from agricultural newspapers.

The content of these clippings will ultimately reach the "Courier's" readers,--there is no doubt of that, as Mrs.Owen and Mr.Atwill now understand each other perfectly.