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"In my country," answered MacLean, "where ould do most honor, we drink

not to life, but to death Crioch onarach! Like a gentlehed with pleasure

"The King!" said Haward There was a china bowl, filled with red anemones,

upon the table MacLean drew it toward hilass over the water in the bowl "The King! with all

my heart," he said imperturbably

Haward poured more wine "I have toasted at the Kit-Kat many a piece of

brocade and lace less fair than yon bit of Quaker gray that cost you a

broken head Shall we drink to Mistress Truelove Taberer?"

By now the Burgundy had warue of the

man who had not tasted wine since the surrender of Preston "It is but a

mile from the store to her father's house," he said "Soo up the creek upon the Fair View side, and when I aainst the house I holloa Ephraim comes, in his boat and rows e folk, the Quakers In her sight

and in that of her people I aus

MacLean,' 'Friend Marmaduke Haward,'--world's wealth and world's rank

quite beside the question"

He drank, and commended the wine Haward struck a silver bell, and bade

Juba bring another bottle

"When do you coain to the house at Fair View?" asked the storekeeper