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And, as we rode under the red rays of the westering sun, I pointed out St George's to Elsin and the Queen's Fort, and where were forates by which the French and Indians had entered on that dreadful winter night when they burned Schenectady, leaving but four or five houses, and the snowy streets all wet and crimsoned with the blood of woo, sweetheart," I added, already sorry that I had spoken of such things "It was in 1690 that Monsieur De Mantet and his Frenchs now, Carus," she said, serious eyes raised to , at Cherry Valley, at Minnisink You told me so in New York--before you ever dreaether"

"Ah, Elsin, but things have changed now that Colonel Willett is in the Valley His Excellency has sent here the onethe frontier; and he will do it, dear, and there will be no s now"

"Why were theyout of the houses in Albany, Carus?"

I did not reply

Presently up the road I saw Murphy wave his white flag; and, a e Gate, which was built like a drawbridge, fell with aa cloud of dust Over it, presently, our horses' feet drummed holloe spurred forward

"Pass, you Tryon County men!" shouted the sentinels; and the dusty column entered We were in Schenectady at last

As heeled up thein close column between double lines of anxious townsfolk, a staff-officer, wearing the unifor down the street from the Queen's Fort, and drew bridle in front of me with a sharp, precise salute

"Captain Renault?" he asked

I nodded, returning his salute

"Colonel Gansvoort's compliments, and you are directed to report to Colonel Willett at Butlersbury without losing an hour"

"That ht march," I said bluntly

"Yes, sir" He lowered his voice: "The enea"

I stiffened in my stirrups "Tell Colonel Gansvoort it shall be done, sir" And I wheeledht about face! By sections of four--to the right--wheel--March!Halt! Front--dress! Trail--aran, like trained troop-horses, had executed theThey were the first foriven I ht be obeyed until all was over and erenorthward, wagons, bat-horses, andahead like a pack of foxhounds under ulars; I understood that Already astonished and inquiring glances shot upward ata the men But I waited Then, as we turned the hill, a cannon on the Queen's Fort boo, melancholy farewell