"Good-by," returned Val and Elizabeth.
And even as they spoke a carriage drew up at the door, and from it stepped Miss Herrick. She paused in astonishment, and looked at the two strange figures emerging from her own front door, and at the two frightened faces in the hall beyond.
"What does this mean?" she asked, as she swept by them into the house and the door was closed.
[to be continued.]
[THE AMERICAN NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENTS.]
THE AMUSEMENT CLUB.
BY EMMA J. GRAY.
The sun was setting one afternoon in late September. The deep blue sky was dappled with rosy golden and white clouds, but a glance at the brown-stone houses opposite revealed the unhappy thought that we were once again in our old town-house. I tried to imagine I was mistaken; that the lapse of summer-time had never been; that, indeed, all the happy vacation had not drifted by; that the moss-grown bridges, low-hanging branches, and piny woods were yet to come; that I must be asleep and having a horrible nightmare.
