was left undone. The sun came suddenly from behind the peak and flooded the valley with light; still Rupert stood looking over the fields. In the distance towards the left he caught sight of a horse and buggy coming at a good pace along the new country road. He watched it drawing nearer. A lady was driving. Her horse was on its mettle this morning and the reins were tight. They were at that ugly place where the road crosses the canal--he was to repair it that morning--He awoke from his dreaming with a start, but too late; the horse shied, a wheel went into the ugly hole, and the occupant was pitched into the dry bottom of the canal. Rupert ran down the road shouting "whoa" to the horse which galloped past him. The lady scrambled up before Rupert reached her. "Are you hurt?" he inquired. "No--no, sir," she managed to say. She was pale and trembling. "Can you catch my horse? I think he will stop at that barn." "I'll get your horse, never fear; just so you're not hurt. Let me help you out of the ditch." She held out a gloved hand and he assisted her up the bank. She was just a girl, and he could have carried her home, had it been necessary. "Thank you, sir, but could you get my horse, please? There, he is stopping at that house." "That is where I live. I'll bring him to you, if you will wait." "Oh, thanks; but I can walk that far. The fall has just shaken me up a little. I shall soon get over it." They walked down the road to the gate. "You must come in and rest," said he, "and I'll take care of your horse." She remonstrated, but he insisted, and brought her into the kitchen where his mother was busy with breakfast. Rupert explained, and his mother instantly became solicitous. She drew a rocking chair up to the fire and with gentle force seated the stranger, continuously asking questions and exclaiming, "Too bad, too bad." Rupert readily caught the runaway animal, and, leading him into the yard, fastened and fed him. "Take off your hat, Miss," said Mrs. Ames, "your head'll feel easier. I know it must ache with such a knock as that. I believe you're cold, too. Put your feet on the hearth--or here, I'll open the oven door--there! You must take a cup of coffee with us. It'll warm you. You haven't had breakfast yet, I dare say." The stranger thanked her and leaned back in the chair quite content. The fall had really shaken her severely and a pain shot, now and then, into