The rebel we quizzed yesterday says that there are five fords between the Warrenton pike bridgethat's just ahead of us yonder at the end of the road we are onthe last one is McLean's Ford, at the very knuckle of the elbow that is crooked toward us a mile west of where we were yesterday.

"If Frederick had equal forces he would have a reserve just where we shall be in the morningthere at that point marked 'Stone Ridge,' and move a heavy mass to the southwest below McLean's Ford there, where you see the railway runs along the run for a half-mile or more.

For a while devoting himself to the elder dames, he won the heart of one by a laborious invention of a million varicolored angles to a square barley-corn of worstedwork, involved Mrs. McLean's crocheting in an inextricable labyrinth as he endeavored to afford her some requisite conchological assistance, and turned with three strokes a very absurd drawing of Mrs. Laudersdale's into a splendid caricature.

Do you know what was in the letter, Mr. Raleigh?" "Congratulations, and a recommendation of Mrs. McLean's cousin to her good graces," he said.

"How did you know what was in Mrs. McLean's letter, Sir?" asked Mary Purcell.

" "There they come!you can always tell Mrs. McLean's laugh.

Returning from the drive on the morning of Mrs. McLean's last recorded remark, Mr. Raleigh, who had remained to give the horses in charge to a servant, was about to pass, when the tableau within the drawing-room caught his attention and altered his course.

At noon of the second day thereafter he found Mr. McLean's coach, with that worthy gentleman in person, awaiting him, and he stepped out, when it paused at the foot of his former garden, with a strange sense of the world as an old story, a twice-told tale, a maze of error.

Meanwhile, Mrs. McLean's little women clamorously demanded and obtained a share of her attention,although Capua and Ursule, with their dark skins, brilliant dyes, and equivocal dialects, were creatures of a more absorbing interest.

Dere wuz ole Mars Henry Brayboy's niggers, en ole Mars Jeems McLean's niggers, en Mars Dugal's own niggers; den dey wuz a settlement er free niggers en po' buckrahs down by de Wim'l'ton Road, en Mars Dugal' had de only vimya'd in de naberhood.

" "What was it about Mr. McLean's dream, Julius?"

(Pub. abroad in McLean's magazine, Mar. 1-Apr. 1, 1937)

(Pub. abroad in McLean's magazine, Apr. 15-May 1, 1937)

(Pub. abroad in McLean's magazine, Mar. 1-Apr. 1, 1937)

(Pub. abroad in McLean's magazine, Apr. 15-May 1, 1937)

And now he was giving his opinion at Mrs. McLean's party, and they were all against him, except, in a measure, Elspeth's bachelor, who said cheerily, "We should all have done it if we had been in Captain Ure's place; I would have done it myself, Miss Elspeth, though not fond of the water."

I was asking him whether you had planned his coming with it to Mrs. McLean's house at that dramatic moment.

"Not a sylup was said about a glove," maintained Christina, who had given her a highly coloured narrative of what took place in Mrs. McLean's parlour.

for before she had shaken hands with Tommy in Mrs. McLean's garden she knew he loved her still, and that the letter proved it.