"To-morrow morning will determine my public relations with Hugh Johnstone.

Come to me to-morrow night, and do not be surprised if we meet as guests at Hugh Johnstone's table.

You must only meet me as a stranger.

I may leave here for a few days, and then I will place you in charge of my interests in my absence." The Major gravely replied: "You may depend upon me wherever you may wish to call upon me." "Strange mutability of womanhood," he mused a half hour later as he left the lady's side.

"There is a woman whom I should not care to face tomorrow morning if I were in Hugh Johnstone's shoes." It was the renegade's last verdict as he slept the sleep of the prosperous.