A PAIR OF PATIENT LOVERS IBD

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We first met Glendenning on the Canadian boat which carries you down the rapids of the St. Lawrence from Kingston and leaves you at Montreal. When we saw a handsome young clergyman across the promenade-deck looking up from his guide-book toward us, now and again, as if in default of knowing any one else he would be very willing to know us, we decided that I must make his acquaintance. He was instantly and cordially responsive to my question whether he had ever made the trip before, and he was amiably grateful when in my quality of old habitue of the route I pointed out some characteristic features of the scenery. I showed him just where we were on the long map of the river hanging over his knee, and I added, with no great relevancy, that my wife and I were renewing the fond emotion of our first trip down the St. Lawrence in the character of bridal pair which we had spurned when it was really ours. I explained that we had left the children with my wife?s aunt, so as to render the travesty more lifelike, and when he said, 'I suppose you miss them, though,' I gave him my card. He tried to find one of his own to give me in return, but he could only find a lot of other people?s cards. He wrote his name on the back of one, and handed it to me with a smile. 'It won?t do for me to put ?reverend? before it, in my own chirography, but that?s the way I have it engraved.'