"I'm old enough to be his father," he told himself, "and I know what young men are.

I'm to blame myself." When he heard Horace's approaching footsteps on the stair he turned his face stiffly towards the window, and did not look up when the young man entered the room.

But Horace sat down opposite and began speaking rapidly in a low voice.
"I don't know but I ought to go to Mr.Meeks with this instead of you," he said; "and I don't know that I ought to go to anybody, but, hang it, I can't keep the little I know to myself any longer--that is, I can't keep the whole of it.

Some I never will tell.

Mr.
Whitman, I don't know the exact minute Miss Hart gave her that confounded peppermint, and Miss Hart seems rather misty about it, and if the girl knows she won't tell; but I suspect I may be the last person who saw that poor woman alive.