Pending these weighty negotiations, Philip has persuaded Harry to take a little run up to Fallkill, a not difficult task, for that young man would at any time have turned his back upon all the land in the West at sight of a new and pretty face, and he had, it must be confessed, a facility in love making which made it not at all an interference with the more serious business of life.  He could not, to be sure, conceive how Philip could be interested in a young lady who was studying medicine, but he had no objection to going, for he did not doubt that there were other girls in Fallkill who were worth a week’s attention.

The young men were received at the house of the Montagues with the hospitality which never failed there.

“We are glad to see you again,” exclaimed the Squire heartily, “you are welcome Mr. Brierly, any friend of Phil’s is welcome at our house”

“It’s more like home to me, than any place except my own home,” cried Philip, as he looked about the cheerful house and went through a general hand-shaking.

“It’s a long time, though, since you have been here to say so,” Alice said, with her father’s frankness of manner; “and I suspect we owe the visit now to your sudden interest in the Fallkill Seminary.”

Philip’s color came, as it had an awkward way of doing in his tell-tale face, but before he could stammer a reply, Harry came in with,

“That accounts for Phil’s wish to build a Seminary at Stone’s Landing, our place in Missouri, when Col.  Sellers insisted it should be a University.  Phil appears to have a weakness for Seminaries.”

“It would have been better for your friend Sellers,” retorted Philip, “if he had had a weakness for district schools.  Col.  Sellers, Miss Alice, is a great friend of Harry’s, who is always trying to build a house by beginning at the top.”

“I suppose it’s as easy to build a University on paper as a Seminary, and it looks better,” was Harry’s reflection; at which the Squire laughed, and said he quite agreed with him.  The old gentleman understood Stone’s Landing a good deal better than he would have done after an hour’s talk with either of it’s expectant proprietors.

At this moment, and while Philip was trying to frame a question that he found it exceedingly difficult to put into words, the door opened quietly, and Ruth entered.  Taking in the, group with a quick glance, her eye lighted up, and with a merry smile she advanced and shook hands with Philip.  She was so unconstrained and sincerely cordial, that it made that hero of the west feel somehow young, and very ill at ease.