Tubal Cain

a formal room illuminated for his cigar after dinner; and he sat, a small, precise figure, with dust-colored hair and a somber, intent countenance, clasping a heavy roll of

ed a mistress, a creature of elegance to preside at his table, to exhibit in her silks and jewels an

ther's daughter-old Wooddrop's girl-and himself. He rose and walked to a mirror, critically surveying his countenance; yes, it

diamond necklace was a convincing form of courtship. There was no absolute plan in his thoughts that night; but, in the dry r

sible any social intercourse. She was interested in him; the duel with Sinnox had captured her imagination. Women responded surprisingly to such things. Then she had held that it had been partl

e age of romantic assignations, episodes; he could no more decorate a moonlit scene beneath a window. Alexander must not count on adventitious assistance from emotional setting: his offer could carry only its grave material solidity.