thought he put from him as unworthy. After all Elizabeth's happiness
was something he desired infinitely more than he desired his own. But
why could it not have been some one else? Why was it North; what unkind
fate had been busy there?

"She sees more in him than I could ever see!" he said aloud, as he
touched his horse with the whip.

Twenty minutes later he drove up before the court-house, hitched and
blanketed his horse, and passing around the building, now dark and
deserted, reached the entrance to the jail. In the office he found
Conklin at his desk. The sheriff was rather laboriously engaged in
making the entry in his ledger of North's committal to his charge, a
formality which, out of consideration for his prisoner's feelings, he
had dispensed with at the time of the arrest.

"I wish to see Mr. North. I suppose I may?" his visitor said, after he
had shaken hands with Conklin.

"Certainly, General! Want to go up, or shall I bring him down here to
you?"

"I'd prefer that--I'd much prefer that!" answered the general hastily.

He felt that it would be something to tell Elizabeth that the interview
had taken place in the sheriff's office.

"All right, just as you say; have a chair." And Conklin left the room.

The general glanced about him dubiously. Had it not been for his deep