I have surely understood him to be a regular fire-eater--that all Chicago has rung with his escapades," says the colonel of Royal Engineers, sneeringly.
"Nonsense! But, Lady Ruth, you spoke of my proving something--what can I do for you ?" "Look!" She extends a shapely arm.

Her finger points to a white flower growing out upon the face of the precipice beside them.
"Do you see that flower ?" she asks.
"I do," he replies, calmly.
"I would like to possess it." The young man looks down.

A fall means instant death, and it would be impossible for even an experienced Alpine traveler to pass along the face of the rock in safety.
"I see no means of reaching the flower, or I assure you I would gladly secure it for you." "Ah! but a bold man would climb out there." "Pardon--he would be a fool--his life would pay the penalty for a pretty girl's whim.

Unfortunately, perhaps, my life is too precious to some one other than myself, to admit of the sacrifice.

I am willing to do much for Lady Ruth, but I decline to be made a fool of." "Well spoken," begins the professor.
"Philander!" exclaims his spouse, and the little man draws in his head very much after the style of a tortoise.
"Coward!" The English girl is sorry as soon as the low word leaves her lips.