And this, I see, is from our friend Miss Parsloe, postmarked Santa Barbara.

Why, she'll be here to-morrow, at that rate." "Here's a queer coincidence!" exclaimed the professor, who had meanwhile opened his envelope and glanced through the contents.

"The very man I was speaking of,--Harvey Freeman! Says he is in this neighborhood, has heard I'm here, and is coming down to pay me a visit.

Methinks I hear the rolling of the sacred river!" "But you won't mention it to him, until----" "Bless me! Of course not.

I'll bring him over here, in the course of human events, and you can take a look at him, and act on your own intuitions.