loo JUSTIN MORGAN 



suit prospers. ... I have won everything from her 

 father but his daughter, and I shall bide my time till I 

 win her. I have made up my mind — I, and not Du- 

 laney, will live 'Where the Great Lloyd sets his Hall !' " 



Almost under Morgan's nose he drew from his satin 

 waistcoat-pocket a snufif-box wrought in gold by a mas- 

 ter craftsman. With the tips of his delicate fingers he 

 daintily pinched a few grains of the evil-smelling powder 

 and placed it to his nostrils. 



Morgan sneezed. 



The Coxcomb stepped hurriedly aside with a pro- 

 digious oath as the door of the Inn swung open. 



Robert Evans stalked out into the night, his cap 

 pulled over his ears, his fur cape wrapped tight about 

 his shoulders. The Coxcomb greeted him with a con- 

 descending smile and extended his snuff-box. 



The giant waved it aside with a gesture of dignity and 

 scorn. 



"No, sir," he said, shortly ; "if the good Lord had 

 intended my nose for a dirt-box, he would have put it 

 on upside down !" 



Master Knickerbocker laughed, though Evans had 

 not intended to be funny. 



"Egad ! A very good sally !" he drawled. "Yet I but 

 tried to show my friendliness." 



" 'Tis a pity you had not tried to show it earlier in 

 the evening," returned Evans, gruffly, as he mounted 

 his horse and rode away. 



Good Dame Evans would have no calico gown from 

 Boston, that was sure, and 'twas money she'd saved for 

 years from her cheese and butter sales, and kept in an 

 old bee-hive in the attic, saying no word to anyone of it. 



Now her sacrifices had gone to purchase snufif and 

 perfume for the Coxcomb. 



Morgan had often seen Dame Evans give the tradi- 



