do you think?"

"Let's see," said Feversham, and ringing a handbell upon the table, sent
the servant for the Army List. Bending over that Army List the two
veterans may be left.

But of one other figure in this story a final word must be said. That
night, when the invitations had been sent out from Broad Place, and no
longer a light gleamed from any window of the house, a man leaned over
the rail of a steamer anchored at Port Said and listened to the song of
the Arab coolies as they tramped up and down the planks with their coal
baskets between the barges and the ship's side. The clamour of the
streets of the town came across the water to his ears. He pictured to
himself the flare of braziers upon the quays, the lighted port-holes,
and dark funnels ahead and behind in the procession of the anchored
ships. Attended by a servant, he had come back to the East again. Early
the next morning the steamer moved through the canal, and towards the
time of sunset passed out into the chills of the Gulf of Suez. Kassassin,
Tel-el-Kebir, Tamai, Tamanieb, the attack upon McNeil's
zareeba--Durrance lived again through the good years of his activity,
the years of plenty. Within that country on the west the long
preparations were going steadily forward which would one day roll up the
Dervish Empire and crush it into dust. Upon the glacis of the ruined
fort of Sinkat, Durrance had promised himself to take a hand in that
great work, but the desert which he loved had smitten and cast him out.
But at all events the boat steamed southwards into the Red Sea. Three
nights more, and though he would not see it, the Southern Cross would
lift slantwise into the sky.

* * * * *

By A. E. W. Mason

THE COURTSHIP OF MAURICE BUCKLER

_A ROMANCE_

Being a record of the growth of an English Gentleman, during the years
of 1685-1687, under strange and difficult circumstances, written some
while afterward in his own hand, and now edited by A. E. W. MASON

Philadelphia Evening Bulletin: In spirit and color it reminds us of the
very remarkable books of Mr. Conon Doyle. The author has measurably
caught the fascinating diction of the seventeenth century, and the
strange adventures with which the story is filled are of a sufficiently
perilous order to entertain the most Homeric mind.

Boston Courier: In this elaborately ingenious narrative the adventures
recorded are various and exciting enough to suit the m