Little sprang again into the balloon and sped away to America. He came down in California, oddly enough in front of Hardin's door, at Dutch Flat. Hardin was just examining a specimen of ore. "You are a scientist; can you tell me if that is worth anything?" he said, handing it to Little. Little held it to the light. "It contains ninety per cent of silver." Hardin embraced him. "Can I do anything for you, and why are you here?" Little told his story. Hardin asked to see the rope. Then he examined it carefully. "Ah, this was cut, not broken!" "With a knife?" asked Little. "No. Observe both sides are equally indented. It was done with a SCISSORS!" "Just Heaven!" gasped Little. "Therese!" CHAPTER XI. Little returned to London. Passing through London one day he met a dog-fancier. "Buy a nice poodle, sir?" Something in the animal attracted his attention. "Fido!" he gasped. The dog yelped. Little bought him. On taking off his collar a piece of paper rustled to the floor. He knew the handwriting and kissed it. It ran:-- "TO THE HON. AUGUSTUS RABY--I cannot marry you. If I marry any one" (sly puss) "it will be the man who has twice saved my life,--Professor Little. "CAROLINE COVENTRY." And she did. LOTHAW; OR, THE ADVENTURES OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN IN SEARCH OF A RELIGION. BY MR. BENJAMINS. CHAPTER I. "I remember him a little boy," said the Duchess. "His mother was a dear friend of mine; you know she was one of my bridesmaids." "And you have never seen him since, mamma?" asked the oldest married daughter, who did not look a day older than her mother. "Never; he was an orphan shortly after. I have often reproached myself, but it is so difficult to see boys." This simple yet first-class conversation existed in the morning-room of Plusham, where the mistress of the palatial mansion sat involved in the sacred privacy of a circle of her married daughters. One dexterously applied golden knitting-needles to the fabrication of a purse of floss silk of the rarest texture, which none who knew the almost fabulous wealth of the Duke would believe was ever destined to hold in its silken meshes a less sum than L1,000,000; another adorned a slipper exclusively with seed pearls; a third emblazoned a page with rare pigments and the finest quality of gold leaf. Beautiful forms leaned over frames glowing with embroidery, and beautiful frames leaned over forms inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Others, more remote, occasionally burst into melody as they tried the passages of a new and exclusive air given to them in MS. by some titled and devoted friend, for the private use of the aristocracy alone, and absolutely prohibited for publication.