IN WHICH THE BISHOP AND HIS WIFE PASS AN EVENTFUL DAT AT THE FALL PLACE

“Do you know, James,” said Betty Towers, as she walked at her husband’s side in the sweet morning, slowly climbing up to David’s cabin from the Fall Place, “I feel almost vexed with you for never bringing me here before.”

“Why — my dear!”

“Yes, I do. To think of all this loveliness, and for six years you have been here many times, and never once told me you knew a place hardly two hours away as entrancing as heaven. Even now, James, if it hadn’t been for Cassandra, I wouldn’t have come. Why — it’s the loveliest spot on earth. Stand still a minute, James, and listen. That’s a thrush. Oh, something smells so sweet! It’s