a great slice of bread and butter in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.  In spite of her compassion for him she could not help laughing, and so remained safely on this side of the bridge; she liked best to watch Fred from a distance, for the sorrel might have lain down in the pond again, and Fred might have smeared her with the bread and butter.  The stupidest lads under the sun may often win the love of girls of seventeen, and even men with only an apology for a heart are sometimes successful, but alas for the young fellow who has ever condescended to wear motley, he can never hope to win his lady’s affection, for nothing is so destructive to young love as a hearty fit of laughter.

Louisa could not restrain her laughter when she thought of the ludicrous scene that had just taken place, but she suddenly stopped in the midst of her merriment, for she felt as if a soft hand had just taken hers, and as if a pair of dark eyes were looking at her affectionately.  Perhaps this thought may have come into her head because she caught sight of Frank coming toward her from the distance.  The next moment it flashed into her mind that it was Frank on whom Fred wished to be revenged, and so when they met a deep blush overspread her face, and feeling that that was the case made her so angry with herself that she blushed even deeper than before.  Frank spoke to her in his usual courteous manner about indifferent things, but she was strangely shy, and answered him at cross-purposes, for her mind was full of Fred and his vows of vengeance.

“Heaven knows what’s the matter,” thought Frank as he was returning home after having walked a short way with her, “she isn’t at all like herself today.  Is it my fault?  Has she had anything to vex or annoy her?  What was that piece of paper she was tearing up?” Meanwhile he had reached the place where he had met her.  Some of the bits of paper were still lying on the ground, and he saw on one of them, without picking it up:  “Revenge! I’ll seek for evermore.  Frederic Triddelfitz.”  This made him curious, for he knew Fred’s handwriting, so he looked about and found two more bits of paper, but when he put them together he could make nothing more out of them but “clinging grows * * * that witching hour * * * meet in my lady’s bow’r. * * * Spring flowers. * * * I’ll cease to * * * from out my sight * * * my sole delight. * * * Alas! thou ne’er * * * my vengeance dire! * * * The foe * * * Revenge!! I’ll seek for evermore.  Frederic Triddelfitz.”  The wind had blown away all the rest.

There was not much to be made out of it, but after a time Frank came to the conclusion that Fred Triddelfitz was in love with Louisa, dogged her footsteps, and wanted to be revenged on her for some reason only known to himself.  It was a ridiculous affair altogether, but still when he remembered that Fred Triddelfitz was as full of tricks as a donkey’s hide of gray hair, and that he might easily do something that would be of great annoyance to Louisa, Frank determined to keep watch, and not to let Fred out of his sight when he went in the direction of Guerlitz.