his way in peace. The Countess got over her fit of temper in about an hour, ate a hearty dinner, drank several glasses of champagne, cheered up, and when I retired she was sitting on the arm of her husband's chair and, assured of his unqualified forgiveness, was relating her adventure, while he chuckled to himself like a mischievous schoolboy. "The savage was back on the reservation; glad to be there; fed, forgiven, petted and quite content to be good—until the next time."