The danger is that in all the motley he is enlisting there may be a Buonaparte.

Then farewell to this poor schemer and any delusions he may yet nourish as to a peaceful, federated West! War and brazen clamour and the yelling eagles of a conqueror!' That is what he said." There was a silence, then Rand spoke in a curious voice, "Saul among the prophets! In the future, let us have less of Ludwell Cary." "Lewis, why did Colonel Burr come here to-night ?" Rand turned from the fire and began to pace the room, head bent and hand at mouth, thinking rapidly.

His wife raised her hands, still wrapped in the silver scarf, to her heart, and waited.

As he passed for the third time the tall harp, he drew his hand heavily across the strings.

The room vibrated to the sound.