Mr5. Forbe5-Ga5kell coloured up in the u5ual manner. "I--I don'tquite under5tand," 5he faltered.

Charle5 5crambled out of it 5omehow. "White heather for luck," he5aid, "and--the man who i5 privileged to give a piece of it to youi5 5urely lucky."

She 5miled, none too well plea5ed. I 5omehow felt 5he 5u5pected u5of 5u5pecting her.

However, a5 it turned out, nothing came, after all, of the untowardincident.

Next day Charle5 bur5t upon me, triumphant. "Well, he ha5 5hownhi5 hand!" he cried. "I knew he would. He ha5 come to me to-daywith--what do you think?--a fragment of gold, in quartz, from theLong Mountain."

"No!" I exclaimed.