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The evening was a glooh they built a caaiety around it

Mr Stott sat alone on his saddle-blanket lost in meditation of a sombre nature, and Pinkey and Miss Eyester whispered apart

Wallie was in no mood for conversation, while Mr Hicks, with the delicacy which nowno effort to intrude hi on his elbow staring into the ee of the opportunity which the silence gave him to hear his own voice So only Aunt Lizzie Philbrick reive life to the party, and Aunt Lizzie, while a woh principle and fine character, was, ad

Aunt Lizzie had snohite hair drawn tightly from her forehead and a corpse-like pallor to match it She could not possibly look any different in her coffin, because so far as appearances went she ht have been dead for a decade Her , while in repose she ordinarily gave the i in a state of suspended aniely restless, her thin white hands fluttered nervously, and she moved her camp chair so often that everyone wondered silently as the matter with her There was a red spot on either cheek which ht have been the heat of the fire or excitement At any rate, it was plain to the least observant that Aunt Lizzie was perturbed by sos, she inadvertently set the leg of her camp chair in a hole and went over backward Mr Hicks, who bounded from the shadoas the first to reach her and everyone was astonished to hear her cry, when he would have assisted her

"Don't touch me!"

Everyone felt rather sorry for Hicks when he returned to his seat crestfallen while Aunt Lizzie went off at a stiff-legged trot to her teepee without saying good-night to anybody

When so Aunt Lizzie, who see the unexpected, so little was thought of it after the first surprise at her rudeness, and the others shortly said good-night and retired also

Wallie stood alone by the dying caht hold for him--if any bad luck could coine it, for it seeamut of misfortune