The Indians are the only people who profit by it at present; they hunt over it, and dry the fish they catch in the creek, along the bank." "Yet, if it were cleared, it ought not to be a bad position.

Where is it on the creek ?" Mr.Bellairs reached a map, and the two became absorbed in discussing the probable advantages of turning out Clarkson and the Indians, and clearing the farm on Beaver Creek.
Mr.Bellairs left his office earlier than usual that day, and found his wife sitting alone in her little morning room.

He took up a magazine which lay on the table, and seated himself comfortably in an easy-chair opposite to her.
"Where's Bella ?" he asked presently.
"Upstairs, I believe.

She and I have nearly quarrelled to-day." "What about ?" "About her marriage.

I declare, William, I have no patience with her." Mr.Bellairs laughed.