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      I cant dance, she said in her calm, serene way; I wish I could; it looks sonice. No, I cant dance, but I am going to learn.

      Esmeraldas hand closed tightly, and she raised her head and looked at Lady Adas pale face for an instant, then lowered her eyes.

      "Well, well, if there isn't Sam Gibbs, sergeant of a gun! It is, I tell you, it is! Sam Gibbs, made over new, as sure as a certain monosyllable! and what could be surer, for Sam Gibbs?"Then dont call me Miss Chetwynde, said Esmeralda.

      Lady Ada looked round the room, and smiled half bitterly.So passed the better part of an hour before they were made aware, by unmistakable odors, that they were nearing the Stock-Landing. There, while they were yet just a trifle too far away to catch its echoes, had occurred an incident--a fracas, in fact--some of whose results belong with this narrative to its end. While they amble toward the spot let us reconnoitre it. Happily it has long been wiped out, this blot on the city's scutcheon. Its half-dozen streets were unspeakable mud, its air was stenches, its buildings were incredibly foul slaughter-houses and shedded pens of swine, sheep, beeves, cows, calves, and mustang ponies. The plank footways were enclosed by stout rails to guard against the chargings of long-horned cattle chased through the thoroughfares by lasso-whirling "bull-drivers" as wild as they. In the middle of the river-front was a ferry, whence Louisiana Avenue, broad, treeless, grassy, and thinly lined with slaughter-houses, led across the plain. Down this untidy plaisance a grimy little street-car, every half-hour, jogged out to the Carrollton railway and returned. This street and the water-front were lighted--twilighted--with lard-oil lamps; the rest of the place was dark. At each of the two corners facing the ferry was a "coffee-house"--dram-shop, that is to say.

      No one who knows Trafford could help loving him, said Lilias, her soft gray eyes glowing. He is everything that is noble and good. There is no one so unselfish. We all worship him. You think me extravagant? she added, with a blush. But I am always so when I think or speak of Trafford, for he has been my beau ideal since I can remember. Even as a boy he was brave, and manly, and self-sacrificing; he was always ready to give up anything, however dearly he prized it. All our people regard him as a kind of hero and king. She laughed a little. It is scarcely too much to say that any one of them would die for him.

      An yet, somehow, said Taffy, under his breath, I shouldnt a-been sorry if thered been a line or two this post, so as I could have got the bulge on Ed-er-ward. It ud a-shown him that Ralda aint so mean as to forget old friends, as he and some other mutton-heads may suppose.


      Ah! Taffy drew a long breath of disappointment. Nothingnothing from Ralda, I spose? he added in an off-hand way.He walked slowly through the spinny to the small door in the north of the house. It opened on to a hall from which there was a passage to his own rooms, and he gained them without being seen.


      There was a crowd in the vestry, for every one was anxious to inscribe his name in the registry, or at least witness the ceremony of signing.


      As Taffy waved the burning coat above his head, Varley saw Simon riding across the plain. There was something lying across the saddle in front of him, and Varley saw that it was Esmeralda. He snatched up a rifle lying beside him, and kneeling, took careful aim at Simons horse. The bullet whizzed past its neck, and Simon, with a yell of derision, dug his spurs into the animals side and tore on. Varley set his teeth hard and fired again; the bullet struck the stirrup and Simon pulled up for an instant, hesitated, then dropped Esmeralda to the ground. Varley went across the plain like a greyhound, but before he had reached her she was standing upright, and the next instant she was on his breast, sobbing and laughing hysterically.