cipher. Is that so?"

"I don't know," said Jacqueline. "I shall not try to convert him. I
would have a man loyal to his beliefs--so would you, Unity! Suppose
yourself of another party--would you change Fairfax Cary? You would wish
him to stay always the Federalist that he is! So with me. I love my
great Republican."

"I love you," said Unity. "Kiss me. Now, when do you go to Richmond?"

"Next month. Oh, Unity, if Uncle Dick and Uncle Edward would but make
friends before we go!"

Unity, stopping for an hour at Cousin Jane Selden's, remarked to that
lady, "Ah, she is happy! She does not know and she does not care what is
said of Lewis Rand. They say dreadful things. The last Gazette--"

"She doesn't hear a Federalist upon the subject," replied Cousin Jane.
"The last Gazette! Pooh! who believes what a Federalist paper says of a
Republican, or a Republican paper says of a Federalist? Most men and all
newspapers are liars."

"It says that he is a Buonaparte ready to break the shell."

"Buonaparte's a great man, my dear."

"And that the Mammoth's alarmed--"

"Like the hen that hatched the eaglet--"

"And that Lewis Rand's no more Republican at heart than he is
Federalist. He's just for Lewis Rand."

"Hm-m-m!"

"And that his name's known as far west as the Mississippi."

"There's no law against a man's name spreading. It's what every man
strives for. One succeeds, and the birds that carried the news are
indignant."

"And that he's an Atheist."

"Lewis Rand's no saint, child, but he's no fool either. You'll be
telling me next that he mistreats his wife."

"Ah, he does not do that!" exclaimed Unity. "She's deep in love. He
can't be so very bad, can he, Cousin Jane?"

"He's not a monster, child: he's just a man.--And now, Unity, I am
making damson preserves to-day."

"I'll go," said Unity, rising. "But they believe these things at
Fontenoy."

"Do they believe them at Greenwood?"

"I don't know. Ludwell Cary is still away--"

"When are you going to marry his brother?"

"Why, I don't know that I am going to marry his brother at all,"
answered Unity, her foot upon the coach step. "Good-bye, Cousin Jane. I
wish I could make pot-pourri like yours."

"You must know what spices to use, and when to gather the roses," said
Cousin Jane. "Good-bye, child! You read too many romances, but you're a
loyal soul and one of your gowns is prettier than another. Don't you
believe all the world says of Lewis Rand. It's