springing gait of the man at her side we have seen before, in the deeps of a Leadville mine. They had returned, the two young people, from their "trip," and the nine days' wonder of their marriage had been revived and seemed likely to live as many more days in the thoughts and conversation of the good people of Newport.
"Does not Gladys look handsomer than ever?" said Mrs. Fallow-Deer, warmly.
"Oh yes, she looks very well; but don't you think it's poor taste of them to come back to Newport, where they have been so much talked about, just now?" said Mrs. Craig.
"Indeed, no, or I should n't have asked them to visit me. Why should they not? I myself am proud of the girl who I always said had real heart, au fond. You knew that she never heard that Larkington was an impostor until a week after her marriage?"
"I heard that Gladys said so," remarked Mrs. Craig, with a vicious intonation of doubt in her voice.
