presently, he looked behind, Garnet had turned back--to find Leggett.
That search was vain. Cornelius and his "Delijah," kissing their hands
to their creditors, were already well on their way into that most
exhilarating of all conundrums, the wide, wide world.

From Pulaski City Garnet returned on the early morning train to Suez,
intending to ride out to Rosemont without a moment's delay. But on the
station platform he came face to face with John March. They went to the
young man's office and sat there, locked in, for an hour. Another they
used up in the court-house and in Ravenel's private office with him
between them in the capacity of an attorney. Yet when the three men
parted Ravenel had neither asked nor been told what the matter was which
had occasioned the surprising legal transaction that they had just
completed.

"Now," said Garnet, briskly, "I must hurry home, for I want to leave on
the evening train."

He rode out alone upon the old turnpike and over the knoll where Suez
still hopes some day to build the reservoir, and reached the spot where
he and his young adjutant picked blackberries that first day we ever saw
them. There he stopped, and looking across the land to the roofs of
distant Rosemont, straightened up in the saddle with a great pride, and
then, all at once, let go a long groan of anguish and, covering his
face, heaved with sobs that seemed as though each tore a separate way up
from his heart. Then, as suddenly, he turned his horse's head and rode
slowly back. Twice, as he went, he handled something in the pocket of
his coat's skirt, and the third time drew it out--a small repeater. He
did not raise the weapon; he only looked down at it in his trembling
hand, the old thimbles still in the three discharged chambers, the lead
peeping from the other two, and, thinking of the woman who shared his
ruin, said in his mind, "One for each of us."

But it never happened so. He often wishes, yet, that it had, although he
is, and has been for years, a "platform star;" "the eloquent Southern
orator, moralist and humorist"--yes, that's the self-same man. He's
booked for the Y. M. C. A. lecture course in your own town this season.
His lecture, entitled "Temptation and How to Conquer It," is said to be
"a wonderful alternation of humorous and pathetic anecdotes,
illustrative, instructive and pat." I have his circular. His wife
travels with him. They generally put up at hotels; tried private
hospitality the fir