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"Mean? God knows I am tired to the soul, Carus I have no pride left--not a shred--nothing of resentsher aresture: "What is this war toour heads and talk of rebels; here we speak of red-coats and patriots; and it's all one to me, Carus, so that no dishonor touches theto me except for the sake of this one man"

She turned toward ht, you rebels," she said "If aught threatened Canada, no loyalty to a King whom I have never seen could stir me to forsake my own people That is why I am so bitter, I think; not because Sir Frederick Haldimand is kin to me, but because your people dared to storm Quebec"

"Those who ravely

"Then let it be peace betwixt us My enrave--and they ive ain, Elsin?"

She raised her eyes and looked at me steadily

"It was yours before you asked me, Carus It has always been yours It has never faltered for one s that a hurt pride forced fro in I, too, drew bridle

"The happiest moment of my life hen I knew that I had been the instrument to unlock for you the door of safety," she said, and stripped the glove froers "Kiss my hand and thank me, Carus It is all I ask of friendship"

Her hand lay at ently for an instant, then fell to her side

"Dear, dear Elsin!" I cried, catching her hand in both ofit to my lips

"Don't, Carus," she said treht conceive a--a regard for me"

"Lord, child!" I exclaimed, "you but this moment confessed your fancy for a norance!"

She drew her hand away, laughing, a tenderness in her eyes I never had surprised there before

"Silly," she said, "you kno inconstant I can be; you --do you remember? If we do that--if I suffer you to kiss ht find ourselves at love's mercy"