You shall have no trouble about it, I will speak to the Rev.Mr.Coalyard myself--I know him.

When shall it be ?--speak, dearest!" I gasped out "to-morrow," and buried my blushing face on her shoulder.
For a moment her soft arms were twined around me--a moment only, for we were on the open lake drive.

Not more than ten seconds did the pretty widow embrace me, but that was time enough, as I learned to my sorrow, for her to extract my pocket-book, containing the five hundred dollars I still had remaining from the sale of my mining-stock, and not one dollar of which did I ever see again..