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II. YORKES faith in woman rallied. If the caryatid meant it,--and a caryatid might be capable of just such a picturesque procedure,--it was very delicately done. If she did not mean it, at all events he had got scientifically past the cross-roads on his way, and she had got successfully out of it. He picked up the apple-blossom, and drove on. It could not have been ten minutes before his dumb guide brought him abruptly from the forest almost into the heart of the village. The little town of Sherman slept peacefully in the afternoon sun. No one seemed to be astir. No glimmer of a phaeton cover shone across the hot, still street The caryatid was gone,--where, it really did not occur to the young man to wonder. He and the Bangor pony forgot her with equal rapidity and success, in the leisurely hospitality of the Sherman Hotel. SHERMAN, MAINE, June 5th. MY DEAR MOTHER,-- I hope you promptly received the letter I mailed from Bangor. Another | | 27 went, also, from some indefinite locality in the Maine wilderness: they called it a post-office; I believe it was a town-pump--or an undertakers; but my memory is not precise on this point. I am just settled and at work. Uncle Jeds affairs are a mesh as fine as that eternal tatting Lucy Garratt used to bring over to our house, when she was a school-girl. My regards to the Garratts, by the way, when you write. It threatens to be a process of some weeks to unravel my tatting, and I have taken lodgings with Uncle Jeds executor. I stood the Sherman Hotel for twenty-four hours. Ive saved one of their doughnuts for a croquet-ball, to complete our imperfect set. Direct your letters, if you please, care Isaiah Butterwell, Esq. In Isaiah Butterwell I find a genuine fine old country gentleman, and Uncle Jeds confidential and devoted friend. He is a man of property, influence, and honor in this place. It is kind in them to take me in. Mrs. Isaiah says she is good of my society. She, by the way, has an eye like a linnet and a tongue like