I don't want no man that I do fur to be beholden to workin' women for their clo'es." Jim took the big bundle under his left arm, and, extending his right hand, he took Miss Butterworth's, and said: "Good-bye, little woman; I sh'll see ye agin, an' here's hopin'.

Don't hurt yerself, and think as well of me as ye can.

I hate to go away an' leave every thing loose like, but I s'pose I must.

Yes, I don't like to go away so"-- and Jim shook his head tenderly--"an' arter I go ye mustn't kick a stone on the road or scare a bird in the trees, for fear it'll be the heart that Jim Fenton leaves behind him." Jim departed, and Miss Butterworth went up to her room, her eyes moist with the effect of the unconscious poetry of his closing utterance.
It was still early in the evening when Jim reached the hotel, and he had hardly mounted the steps when the stage drove up, and Mr.Balfour, encumbered with a gun, all sorts of fishing-tackle and a lad of twelve years, leaped out.

He was on his annual vacation; and with all the hilarity and heartiness of a boy let loose from school greeted Jim, whose irresistibly broad smile was full of welcome.
It was quickly arranged that Jim and Mike should go on that night with their load of stores; that Mr.Balfour and his boy should follow in the morning with a team to be hired for the occasion, and that Jim, reaching home first, should return and meet his guests with his boat at the landing..