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As they were returning to the office theydriver of the mule-train, and Viola introduced him as "Mr Ward, of Boston"

He was tall and spare, with a fine, sensitive, boyish face--a face of refines, and badly battered hat belied

"Mr Ward is out here for his health, also," Viola explained "All the really nice people are 'one-lungers'"

"Isn't it sad?" said Ward, gravely "However, Miss Laht I made my health an excuse I'm here because I like it"

Serviss bent a keen look upon him "You don't look as if you had ever been sick"

"I'e--and hed "But don't betray '"

There was so fellow's profile as he stood negligently leaning on the door-frairl; and Serviss experienced another pang of jealous pain--they were so young, so coination of youth At the moment his own fame and special tasks were of small account

Upon their return to the office Laetic way "I' some new machinery into place and haven't a minute, but you must make yourself as much at home as you can Viola will show you around"

Serviss protested that he needed no entertainment, that he was not tired, and that he ell content to sit in the door and slory of the peaks, and this he did while Violathe workmen in earnest conversation with her step-father

"She is explaining me," Serviss reasoned "I wish I could hear what she says It would be a to know ed as well as wise"

Lahter's words with attention, for a professor in a college was an exalted person in his eyes, and one of his chief regrets at the moe man myself"; but this he could not do for the reason that the death of his father had taken hi of his third year, and put hie fato be a professor; but then"--here his eyes twinkled--"when I was at Jefferson all professors see here?"