"I've had a letter this morning," he added, laughing, "from a fellow--one of the bosses, too--who wants us to nominate young Murchison." "The lawyer ?" "That's the man.

He's too young, of course--not thirty.

But he's well known in the country districts; I don't know a man of his age with a more useful service record.

He's got a lot of friends, and he's come a good deal to the front lately through that inter-imperial communications business--we might do worse.

And upon my word, we're in such a hole--" "Farquharson," said old Squire Ormiston, the red creeping over features that had not lost in three generations the lines of the old breed, "I've voted in the Conservative interest for forty years, and my father before me.