language as the names in our county testify."
Seeing a piano, Jack asked Miss Kurtz to play. She complied, but the piano was wofully out of tune, and she expressed great regret at her inability to get a tuner, saying her uncle usually attended to it, but he had recently been shot.
"If I had the implements, I could do it for you," he replied. With a grateful look, she ran out of the room, returning almost immediately with a pair of saddle-bags in which was a complete tuner's outfit.
"There," he said, "I'll soon have your piano in shape."
"And while you are about it, I'll help mother with the work," she smiled, leaving the room.
He had almost finished his task when Mr. Kurtz came in to ask if he wished to see the horses and, as Jack was still busy, he sat down in the doorway to wait.
Jack seated himself before the instrument to try it, running his fingers lightly up and down the keys. A correct ear told him that the work was well done and, rising, he followed
