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 was returning from a final inspection when whom should he meet but Tim Watson.

"Howdy there, young Yank!" the latter called out to Jack.

"Well I declare if it isn't Mr. Watson!" Jack shouted, bounding forward.

Watson eyed the brown, healthy specimen of manhood before him admiringly and remarked on his improved looks. "Your cousin sends her regards and this," said Watson, handing Jack a parcel which he opened immediately. It contained a pair of moccasins, embroidered by Miss De Vere herself, and an extremely kind letter.

Jack's eyes filled with tears of pleasure at the acceptable present and the spirit that prompted her to make it.

"She is very kind to take such an interest in a comparative stranger," he said with great feeling.

"She is a De Vere, you know," Watson answered, slyly punching him. "Is Nelson about?" When answered affirmatively he continued, "Dora is a nice girl, now, aint she?"