He found himself studying the beautiful outline of her figure, and wondering why he had never before seen such gracious curves of neck and shoulder, waist and bosom as gave symmetrical perfection of shape to this simple woman born of the "common" people.
"More to tell ?" he echoed, hastily,--"Well, there's a little--but not much.

My love affair at Loch Lomond did one thing for me,--it made me work hard.

I had a sort of desperate idea that I might wrest a fortune out of journalism by dint of sheer grinding at it--but I soon found out my mistake there.

I toiled away so steadily and got such a firm hold of all the affairs of the newspaper office where I was employed, that one fine morning I was dismissed.

My proprietor, genial and kindly as ever, said he found 'no fault'-- but that he wanted 'a change.' I quite understood that.