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and I play with none but my own kind. I do not know 

 the rules by which such as you handle the cards !" 



''Then join us in a glass of Aledford rum — such as you 

 Vermonters know so well how to appreciate — 'tis cold 

 outside and the landlord will mull us a bowl. Come, 

 I say !" 



He clapped the farmer hospitably on the shoulder in 

 friendly fashion, and led the w^ay into the tavern. 



A kind bar-maid came out and threw a fur square 

 over Morgan's shivering back and give him a warm 

 mash, which comforted him greatly. He acknowledged 

 her friendliness, by nipping her sleeve gently with his 

 lip ; and as she was fond of horses, this pleased her, 

 and she further brought him joy by patting his face 

 gently and murmuring little love-talk in his ears. 



Many hours later the side door opened and the Cox- 

 comb came out. He was talking to himself as he closed 

 the door behind him, blotting out the sudden radiance 

 from the great, roaring fire inside the tavern. He did 

 not notice Morgan, though he almost touched him in the 

 darkness as he paced to and fro. 



''Egad !" he cried, under his breath ; "the fellow had 

 money — ^but he has it not. Let him go back where he 

 belongs, to his land of hemlock and frost-bitten, half- 

 civilized race. . . . Yet," and he almost sighed — 

 not quite, "even / awakened to a slight feeling of com- 

 punction when he turned out the toe of a woman's stock- 

 ing and confessed it was his last shilling — money, he 

 remembered too late, his wife had given him to buv a 

 caHco gown. . . . Ha ! Calico, at the trifle of 

 three shillings the yard ! ^Mistress Lloyd" — here Mor- 

 gan pricked his ears back and forth — "Mistress Llovd 

 wears silks and satins, and her laces are like cobwebs. 

 . . . Oddsbodikins ! There is a maid to turn a man's 

 head — even mine ! 'Twill not be long now before my 



