yle's life,
that she deemed it necessary to attire herself beyond common. Barbara
wore no bow, but she exhibited a splendid bouquet of scarlet-and-purple
flowers. Mr. Carlyle had himself given it to her that morning.

Mr. Carlyle saw them all at the windows of the large upper drawing-room,
and came in; he was then on his way to the town-hall. Shaking hands,
laughter, hearty and hasty good wishes; and he quitted the room again.
Barbara stole after him for a sweeter farewell.

"God bless you and prosper you, Archibald, my dearest!"

The business of the day began. Mr. Carlyle was proposed by Sir John
Dobede, and seconded by Mr. Herbert. Lord Mount Severn, than whom not
a busier man was there, would willingly have been proposer and seconder
too, but he had no local influence in the place. Sir Francis Levison
was proposed also by two gentlemen of standing. The show of hands was
declared to be in favor of Mr. Carlyle. It just was in favor of him;
about twenty to one. Upon which the baronet's friends demanded a poll.

Then all was bustle, and scuffle, and confusion, every one tearing
away to the hustings, which had been fixed in a convenient spot,
the town-hall, not affording the accommodation necessary for a poll.
Candidates, and proposers and seconders, and gentlemen, and officers,
and mob, hustling and jostling each other. Mr. Carlyle was linked
arm-in-arm with Sir John Dobede; Sir John's arm was within Lord Mount
Severn's--but, as to order, it was impossible to observe any. To gain
the place they had to pass the house of Miss Carlyle. Young Vane, who
was in the thick of the crowd, of course, cast his eyes up to its lined
windows, took off his hat and waved it. "Carlyle and honor forever!"
shouted he.

The ladies laughed and nodded, and shook their handkerchiefs, and
displayed their scarlet and purple colors. The crowd took up the shout,
till the very air echoed with it. "Carlyle and honor forever!" Barbara's
tears were falling; but she smiled through them at one pair of loving
eyes, which sought out hers.

"A galaxy of beauty!" whispered Mr. Drake in the ear of Sir Francis.
"How the women rally round him! I tell you what, Levison, you and the
government were stupid to go on with the contest, and I said so days
ago. You have no more chance against Carlyle than that bit of straw has
against the wind. You ought to have withdrawn in time."

"Like a coward?" angrily returned Sir Francis. "No, I'll go on with it
to the l