"Is that your horse?" said he. "Yes," answered Johnny; "isn't he a good one?" "_Is_ he a good one?" asked the boy. "I guess he is," said Johnny, hotly; "there isn't a better horse anywhere." "But papa's groom told me," persisted the English lad, "that a horse with four white feet and a white nose was worthless. He says,-- 'One white foot, buy him, Two white feet, try him, Three white feet, deny him, Four white feet and a white nose, Take off his skin and throw him to the crows.'" Johnny detected a roguish glitter in his companion's blue eyes, and with a corresponding twinkle in his own, merely answered,-- "My old nurse says,-- 'There was an old woman went up in a basket Seventy times as high as the moon.' I suppose you believe that, too." This ready answer pleased the other, and they were soon fast friends. "What is your name?" Johnny asked. "Arthur Montgomery," was the reply. Johnny wondered where he had heard the name before; but though he was sure he had heard it, he could not remember where. He began to feel quite tired and sleepy before the doctor returned for him, and his bruises ached badly. Once he would have cried and worried every one about him, if in such an uncomfortable state; but now he bore the pain like a Spartan. The doctor came at last, and after thanking the Englishman again, he led the tired horse, with weary Johnny upon his back, to a wood-cutter's cottage near at hand, where they were to pass the night. Eric welcomed them with tears of joy in his eyes. "O, Johnny, what a narrow escape you have had!" "We ought to be very thankful," said the doctor. "Yes," said Johnny, sleepily, "I am thankful!" He woke up just before Eric went to bed, and said,-- "That boy said his name was Arthur Montgomery. Where have I heard that name, Eric?" "Why," exclaimed Eric, "that was the name on the box of money I found!" "I knew I'd heard it somewhere," murmured Johnny, dropping off to sleep again. Eric ran to tell his uncle. "Ah," said the doctor, quite pleased to be able to return a good deed, "we will see them in the morning." But in the morning the English travellers had disappeared, and our party could find no trace of them. Eric was much disappointed. Now he would be obliged to wait patiently for Mr. Lacelle's letter. Johnny and Jack were not injured by their descent of the mountain, whose only effects were some pretty sore bruises, which Johnny tried not to mind, and an obstinacy in Jack's disposition that no human powers of persuasion could ever remove. He could never, after that memorable slide, be induced to go near the edge of any kind of an embankment; and he always declined going aboard a steamer, until Beauty and Percy had gone safely over the gangway. Miss VIRGINIA F. TOWNSEND'S BOOKS. Uniform Edition. Cloth. $1 50 Each. BUT A PHILISTINE.