The Governor looked about him, dazed at finding himself so suddenly alone.
"What a young fire-eater!" he soliloquized. "But it is the way with these republicans. They fancy themselves quite as good as anybody the King can send over here, and the spirit shown by this young game-cock is just what I might have expected of him."
The Governor tried to dismiss the subject from his mind, but he could not, and he soon found out that "the young game-cock's" spurs were fully grown.
[to be continued.]
[IN THE OLD HERRICK HOUSE.]
BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.
CHAPTER VIII.
At the threshold of the library Miss Herrick paused. "I cannot go into that room, Elizabeth," she said. "How cruel you are to subject me to this again! Bring the boy to me here, if you are speaking the truth and he is really in the house."