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Viola was just leaving herafternoon when a man's voice, cordial, assured, and cultivated, startled her

"Good- Is this your hoer horse of offence, and quite composedly she replied: "Yes, this is our home"

"What a view you have, and what music!" He indicated the river which ran white and broad over its pebbles, just below the walk "I am enchanted with the place I think you must love it very much"

Her face expressed a qualified assent "Oh yes, but I get tired of it sometimes, especially in winter e are all shut in with snow"

"Then you really are a year-round resident? I suppose my view is the tourist's view I can't believe anybody lives here in winter I hope you won'tmyself"--he handed her a card "You made such a pretty picture up there beside the trail yesterday that I couldn't forbear speaking to you on a second ment of sunset cloud"

The ease and candor of his manner, joined to the effect of the name on the card, fully reassured her, and she looked up with a smile "Won't you come in and rest?"

"Thank you, I should like particularly to do so, I've been for a clie and I'irl led the way to the door where her mother stood in artless wonder

"Mother, this is Dr Serviss, of Corlear College"

"I'lad to know you, sir," said Mrs Lambert, with old-fashioned formality "Won't you come in?"

"Thank you It will be a pleasure"

"Are you a physician?" she asked, as she took his hat and stick

"Oh, dear, no! Nothing so useful as that I'h acknowledging that his hostess was entitled to know a little uest, he added: "I ay, Mrs Lambert, and assistant to Dr Weissical departerlance at Viola "What a charather those wild flowers?"

Viola answered in the tone of a pupil to her h You must be a mountaineer Pardonhave you lived here?"

The ht years"