THE LOYALTY OF JIM If it must be my lot to dream out a life of insubstantial visions, that were well.

But it appeared not unreasonable that I should keep at least one ponderable dog by me, as an emblem of something I had missed through one too many shuffle of the cards before this big game began.

Yet Miss Lansdale had clearly resolved to deprive my dreaming of even this slight support of realness.

I tried always to remember, in her behalf, that she did not know the circumstances, and she herself very soon discovered that she did not know Jim.

The assaults she made upon his fidelity proved her to be past-mistress of tactics and strategy.