Clymer, aware that the atmosphere was getting strained, diplomatically intervened. "Dine with me to-night, Kent," he said. "Perhaps you will then have some news that will throw light on the present whereabouts of the securities. I found, on making inquiries, that they have not been offered for sale in the usual channels. Come, McIntyre, I have a directors' meeting in twenty minutes."

Of these, two the Queen of Wurtemberg and the Duchess of Gloucester were married and childless. The three unmarried princesses Augusta, Elizabeth, and Sophia were all over forty. The fourth son of George III was Edward, Duke of Kent.

He was sprawled in an armchair, waving an empty glass in an erratic attempt to mark the time of a college ditty six or seven years out of date, which he was trying to sing. He leered up at Kent. "Wife 'sall righ'," he informed him solemnly. "Knew she would be fine guards's got out there. 'Sall righ' somebody shaid sho. Have a drink."

"Do you suppose those are diamonds?" "No; only brilliants." "I thought so. If they'd been diamonds, he would never have left them here." "On the contrary," answered Rose, "I'm very sure he would." She had met Colonel Kent only a few times, years ago, during the Summer he had spent at home while Allison was still abroad, but she knew him now, nevertheless.

And this, after reading Blackstone, Kent, and Story, and thoroughly understanding the status of the wife under the old common law of England, which was in force at that time in most of the States of the Union. The year, with us, was never considered complete without a visit to Peterboro, N.Y., the home of Gerrit Smith.

The same weeke Simon earle of Northampton departed this world of a like disease, and so two of the cheefest aduersaries which duke Henrie had, were rid out of the waie. Eustace was buried at Feuersham in Kent, and earle Simon at Northampton. After him succeeded his sonne Hugh, a man likewise of passing strength and vertue.

"Ay," said Sanders, reluctantly. "I'm dootin' I'm sair dootin' she's but a flichty, light-hearted crittur after a'." "I had aye my suspeecions o' 't," said Sanders. "Ye hae kent her langer than me," said Sam'l. "Yes," said Sanders, "but there's nae getting' at the heart o' women. Man Sam'l, they're desperate cunnin'." "I'm dootin' 't; I'm sair dootin' 't."

There is a record of a later, more welcome visit from Earl Simon's conqueror. In 1300 Edward I. made a progress in Kent, and we find the following items in the wardrobe accounts for this, the twenty-eighth year of his reign. On the 18th of February he offered seven shillings at the shrine of St. William, and a like amount again on the next day.

He blessed Fingers again, as he took Marette's hand in his own and started for the trail that led through the poplar thicket. Their feet slopped deep in wet and mud, and with the rain there was a wind that took their breath away. It was impossible to see a tree an arm's length away, and Kent hoped that the lightning would come frequently enough to guide him.

"Lady Moreham, I am not an inquisitive man, but several times I have been on the point of asking you a question." He could see that she shrank, but continued obliviously, "Have you any kinsman by the name of Duncan Glendower Moreham, from Kent, England?" She turned with a gasp, white to the lips. "Why?" she whispered with an effort, "Why?"