In this volume of picturesque stories Miss Murfree keeps well in the path she laid for herself in her first work. It is always safe to expect good work of its kind when she writes, and the kind is better than the general average of successful fiction.
Contents: The Mystery of Witch-Face Mountain -- Taking the Blue Ribbon at the County Fair -- The Casting Vote
d feet air. The gover'mint jes' want ter spend a leetle money, I reckon. It 'pears toler'ble weak-kneed in its mind, wunst in a while. But ef it wants ter fool money away, it's mighty well able ter afford sech. It hev got a power o' ways a-comin' at money,--we all know that, we all know that."
He said this with a gloomy inflection and a downward look that might have implied a liability for taxes beyond his willingness to pay. But, barring the assessment on a small holding of mountain land, Constant Hite seemed in case to contribute naught to his country's exchequer.
"It needs all it can get, now," replied the stranger casually, but doubtless from a sophisticated knowledge, as behooved a reader of the journals of the day, of the condition of the treasury.
He could not account for the quick glance of alarm and enmity which the mountaineer cast upon him. It roused in him a certain constraint which he had not experienced earlier in their chance association. It caused him to remember that this