story come true! What a romantic thing to happen!"

"What a spirit!" her mother reflected proudly.
"She is just the girl for a chieftain's bride!"

That very night was chosen for the ceremony, and
eleven o'clock found them all assembled breathless in
the drawing-room: all, save Lord Tulliwuddle and his
host.

"Will they have to wait for a whole hour?" asked
Mrs. Gallosh in a low voice.

Indeed they all spoke in subdued accents.

"I am told," replied the Count, "that the apparition
never appears till after midnight has struck. Any time
between twelve and one he may be expected."

"Think of the terrible suspense after twelve has
passed!" whispered Eva.

The Count had thought of this.

"I advised Duncan to take his flask," said Mr.
Rentoul, with a solemn wink. "So he'll not be so
badly off."

"Papa would never do such a thing to-night!"
cried Eva.