Marion's pink and white beauty was at its zenith, and the social attentions she was beginning to receive only served to render her elder sister more than ever irritable and envious.

"One morning, Humphries and a comrade named Davis, with a negro servant belonging to Marion's band, were standing on a small hill near the encampment, when a strange dog suddenly appeared through the bushes, at the sight of which Humphries seized his rifle, and raised it to his eye, as if about to fire.

V.Tragedy and Triumph As Wallace journeyed in the regions made sacred to him by Marion's memory, he was met by Sir John Monteith, who offered to conduct him to Newark-on-the-Clyde, where he might embark on a vessel about to sail.

"And yet, where should I live or die but at the feet of my benefactor?" "Oh, Helen," exclaimed Wallace, "thy soul and Marion's are indeed one; and as one I love ye!"

The Tales in the present volume are the Adventures of Captain Lochy, the Pongos, and Marion's Jock.

Dorothy particularly approved her Aunt Marion's manner of putting her salads together.

Swamp Fox Brigade: adventures with General Francis Marion's guerrillas. Illus.

Swamp Fox Brigade: adventures with General Francis Marion's guerrillas.

SEE WARD, HARRY F. Swamp Fox Brigade: adventures with General Francis Marion's guerrillas.

On all the invitations but the guest of honor's was added: "In honor of Marion's engagement.

Marion's entire ignorance of the customs of the New Zealanders occasioned that distressing event: as I have before observed, that strangers, not acquainted with their religious prejudices, are likely to commit some fatal error; and no action is more likely to lead a party into danger than an incautious use of the seine, for most of the beaches (best suited for that purpose) are taboo'd.

Day by day I have seen Marion's soul dying within her.

There remained but one thing for him to do, so he fell back upon the scheme which he had proposed to Marion's brother.

His ship and men were in the hands of the Mormons; Neil, in his search for the captured vessel, stood a large chance, of missing him that night, and in that event Marion's fate would depend on him alone.

It was Marion's name and he strained his ears to catch the words that might follow it.

As he worked over him, bathing his face and chest in cool water, the feeling became strong in him that he was fighting death in this gloomy room for Marion's sake.

He darted across the cell and found Marion's brother with his shoulder against the door.

As the pain and his terrible thoughts of Marion's fate returned to him he regretted that they had not ended it all in one last fight at the door.

The white face of Marion's brother was over him when he opened his eyes and he was shaking him roughly by the shoulder.

They were taking the path that led to Marion's!

There was no change in the fearless attitude of Marion's brother, no lowering of his head, no faltering in his step.

"Better take it easy for a while, Nat!" Marion's brother had turned toward him, his head thrown back against the stake, his face lifted to the sky.

And then Marion's terror-filled face was close to his own, and Marion's lips were moaning his name, and Marion's hands were slashing at the thongs that bound him.

Moreover, a day came on which one of them stole Marion's sword.

"We have all seen your penchant for Curzon, and his for you, for three days past; but Octavia is as tough as lignum-vitae, I regret to assure you, my dear Miss Harz, and your chance is as blue as your spirits, or the flames of snap-dragon, or Marion's eyes.