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Sir Adrian Dynecourt, after a prolonged tour on the Continent and lingering visits to the East, has at last co a staid country gentle down to the cultivation of turnips, the breeding of prize oxen, and the determination to be the MFH when old Lord Dartree shall have fulfilled his declared intention of retiring in his favor He is a tall young h naturally fair, is bronzed by foreign travel His hair is a light brown, cut very close to his head His eyes are large, clear, and honest, and of a peculiarly dark violet; they are beautiful eyes, winning and sweet, and steady in their glance His e and firhter

It is quite the end of the London season, and Sir Adrian has hurried down froive directions for the reception of so the slaughter of the partridges

Now all is co due half an hour ago Sir Adrian is standing on the steps of his hall-door anxiously awaiting soenuine impatience in his ing of a young man to see a few of his friends Sir Adrian's anxiety is open and undisguised, and there is a little frown upon his brow Presently his face brightens as be hears the roll of carriage-wheels When the carriage turns the corner of the drive, and the horses are pulled up at the hall door, Sir Adrian sees a fair face at thethat puts to flight all the fears he has been harboring for the last half hour

"You have co the carriage door hian to think the train had run aith you, or that the horses had bolted"

"Such a journey as it has been!" exclai to the face that had looked froe at Sir Adrian "It has been tiresoree I really don't knohen I felt so fatigued!"

A little woround as she says this, and glances pathetically at her host She is beautifully "got up," both in dress and co her hand in Sir Adrian's, she lets it rest there, as though glad to be at her journey's end, conveying at the saers the fact that she is even ht her to hi as if tired, and with a bewildered expression in her pretty blue eyes that adds to the charm of her face