in sheer anguish. With her long lashes partly lowered,

so after making some dispositions for the evening I proceeded there

as requested. I arrived just as Buell was about to sit down to his

supper, and noticing that he was lame, then learned that he had been

severely injured by a recent fall from his horse. He kindly invited

me to join him at the table, an invitation which I accepted with

alacrity, enjoying the meal with a relish known only to a very-hungry

man, for I had eaten nothing since morning. Of course the events of

the day were the chief topic of discussion--as they were during my