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Juba, setting candles upon a table in Haward's bedroom, chanced to spill

melted wax upon his master's hand, outstretched on the board "Damn you!"

cried Haward, moved by sudden and uncontrollable irritation "Look what

you are doing, sirrah!"

The negro gave a start of genuine surprise Haward could punish,--Juba had

ht of his master's cane,--but justice had

always been meted out with an equable voice and a fine i at me!" now ordered the master as

irritably as before "Go stir the fire, draw the curtains, shut out the

night! Ha, Angus, is that you?"

MacLean crossed the room to the fire upon the hearth, and stood with his

eyes upon the crackling logs "You kindle too soon your winter fire," he

said "These forests, fla red and yellow, should warht," answered Haward, and,

rising, began to pace the rooloomy eyes Finally he caht of the fire, and taking up the cards ran theers "When the lotus was all plucked and Lethe

drained, then cards were born into the world," he said sententiously

"Coet awhile"

They sat down, and Haward dealt

"I caan the storekeeper slowly

"I found you gone"