I cannot say that there was more to record of Miss Bessy's education than this. Once North, half jestingly, remarked that he had never yet seen her admirer, Mr. Hank Fisher. Miss Bessy (coloring but cool)--"You never will!" North (white but hot)--"Why?" Miss Bessy (faintly)--"I'd rather not." North (resolutely)--"I insist." Bessy (yielding)--"As my teacher?" North (hesitatingly, at the limitation of the epithet)--"Y-e-e-s!" Bessy--"And you'll promise never to speak of it again?" North--"Never." Bessy (slowly)--"Well, he said I did an awful thing to go over to your cabin and stay." North (in the genuine simplicity of a refined nature)--"But how?" Miss Bessy (half piqued, but absolutely admiring that nature)--"Quit! and keep your promise!" They were so happy in these new relations that it occurred to Miss Bessy one day to take James North to task for obliging her to ask to be his pupil. "You knew how ignorant I was," she added; and Mr. North retorted by relating to her the doctor's criticism on her independence. "To tell you the truth," he added, "I was afraid you would not take it as kindly as he thought." "That is, you thought me as vain as yourself. It seems to me you and the doctor had a great deal to say to each other." "On the contrary," laughed North, "that was all we said." "And you didn't make fun of me?" Perhaps it was not necessary for North to take her hand to emphasize his denial, but he did. Miss Bessy, being still reminiscent, perhaps, did not notice it. "If it hadn't been for that ar--I mean that thar--no, that baby--I wouldn't have known you!" she said dreamily. "No," returned North, mischievously, "but you still would have known Hank Fisher." No woman is perfect. Miss Bessy looked at him with a sudden--her first and last--flash of coquetry. Then stooped and kissed--the baby. James North was a simple gentleman, but not altogether a fool. He returned the kiss, but not vicariously. There was a footstep on the porch. These two turned the hues of a dying dolphin, and then laughed. It was Joe. He held a newspaper in his hand. "I reckon ye woz right, Mr. North, about my takin' these yar papers reg'lar. For I allow here's suthin' that may clar up the mystery o' that baby's parents." With the hesitation of a slowly grappling intellect, Joe sat down on the table and read from the San Francisco "Herald" as follows: "'It is now ascertained beyond doubt that the wreck reported by the Aeolus was the American brig Pomare bound hence to Tahiti. The worst surmises are found correct. The body of the woman has been since identified as that of the beau-ti-ful daughter of--of--of--Terp--Terp--Terpish'--Well! I swow that name just tackles me."