wall or were displayed upon the sideboard.

"Thank you," I returned; "I have gone armed since our last

encounter. But, to tell you the truth, I have had nothing to eat

since early yesterday evening."

Northmour produced some cold meat, to which I eagerly set myself,

and a bottle of good Burgundy, by which, wet as I was, I did not

scruple to profit. I have always been an extreme temperance man on

principle; but it is useless to push principle to excess, and on