were the only ones. But his word was as good as his bond, and the friendship which existed between him and De Vere stood the test of years.
The young man was presented as his nephew, Hernando Genung, from Nevada.
Celeste's brown eyes met his blue ones frankly, but the pink flush of her cheeks deepened to brilliant red under the unconscious admiration in his face. Eletheer noted this and the sly wink she gave her sister made the latter's face flame.
Mr. Genung was discussing the freshet: "Only four bridges left between here and Kingston."
"Which ones are they?" Mr. De Vere inquired.
"The Port Ben bridge, the old covered bridge at Accord, the covered bridge at High Falls, and the Auchmmody bridge at Rosendale; down at the coal docks everything is swept away, one iron bridge is intact but the abutments are injured and a wide channel is dug around one end of the bridge; one pier
