If true, can you wonder that she hates you ?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, musing, then fell back on the pillow with a great sigh, and muttered as though speaking to himself:-- "I can wonder at nothing save my marvellous ill luck.

This tale points a moral, Baron Ned.

If one belongs to the devil, one should stand by one's master.

Hell is swifter in revenge than heaven in reward." "It is only the long run that tells the tale," I answered, taking his hot hand to soothe him.

"Heaven always wins, and your reward will come." "Ah, yes, the long run is all right if one can only hold out," he answered, gripping my hand and breathing rapidly.