I wasn't thinking of you." "What was you thinking of, Mis' Davidson ?" asked Wid, smiling.

"You was all in a trance.

Something on your mind, huh?
I bet I know.
You're sending out a ad on your own account--'object, matrimony!'" "Sir-r-r!" said Sarah Davidson, flushing red for the first time Wid Gardner had ever seen it occur, "such conver-r-r-sation is not welcome on your part, not in the least! I prefer-r-r that you shall not again mention that act which I have so long regretted.

The past is past.

A woman's real love is for to-day and to-morrow, when with her own eyes and her own hear-r-rt she has chosen honorably, sir-r--honor-r-ably! I bid you good evening, Mr.Gar-r-r-dner.