t it. I'm afraid I'm lost
totally. I'm not alarmed that it is as if your blood were in my veins.
What can a poor girl do?"

"You might as well abandon yourself," he answered. "What is it they do
in a part of Africa, when something to last forever is intended? I
think they drink a little of another's blood. Could you do that?"

She laughed. "I could drink yours."

He bared his arm in an instant, and sank the point of a pen-knife into
a small vein. The red current came out upon the smooth skin prettily.
She looked at Harlson's act in astonishment, and turned a little pale;
then, all at once, with a great resolve in her eyes, she bent swiftly
forward and applied the red of her lips to that upon the arm. She
raised her head proudly, and he looked at her delightedly.

"How did it taste?"

"Salty"--with a pucker of her lips and a desperate effort to keep from
fainting.

"Yes, there is much saline matter in blood. Even such admirable blood
as that you have just tasted is, no doubt, a little salty. Are you
sorry you did it?"

"No," she said, bravely, but she was pallid still.

"Allow me to remind you that science has learned many things, and that
you will have, literally, some of my blood in your veins. Not much, it
is true, but there will be a little."

She replied that she was glad of it.

And henceforth, when her moods most pleased his lordship, he would
comment on the good effect of the experiment, and when they differed he
would regret that she had not taken more of him.

They were two fools.

CHAPTER XXI.

"MY LITTLE RHINOCEROS-BIRD."

It was not all sweet nonsense, though, with this man and woman. Some
practical things of life became theirs soon, because of the love which
was theirs.

A curious thing, and to me a pleasant thing, occurred one night. I was
with Grant Harlson in his room, and he was lying on a sofa smoking,
while I lounged in an easy-chair. Harlson was pretty well fagged out,
for it was the end of a hard day for him, as, for that matter, it had
been for me. There was a ward to be carried against a ring, and
Harlson was in the midst of the fray for half a hundred reasons, and I
was aiding him. He headed the more reputable faction, but in the
opposition were many shrewd men and men of standing.

It was no simple task we had before us, and we had been working hard,
and we were not quite satisfied with the condition of things. The
relations of two men of prominence w