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Author: Mary Johnston
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LEWIS RAND
by
MARY JOHNSTON
Author of To Have And To Hold, Prisoners Of Hope, etc.
With Illustrations by F. C. Yohn
Boston and New York Houghton Mifflin Company The Riverside Press Cambridge
1908

[Illustration: I WILL MAKE COURT TO YOU IN A COURT SOME DAY!]

THIS BOOK IS INSCRIBED
TO THE MEMORY OF
JOHN TYLER MORGAN
FOR THIRTY YEARS
UNITED STATES SENATOR
AND THROUGHOUT THE COURSE
OF A LONG LIFE
A GOOD MAN AND A PATRIOT

CONTENTS
I. THE ROAD TO RICHMOND II. MR. JEFFERSON III. FONTENOY IV. THE TWO CANDIDATES V. MONTICELLO VI. RAND COMES TO FONTENOY VII. THE BLUE ROOM VIII. CARY AND JACQUELINE IX. EXPOSTULATION X. TO ALTHEA XI. IN THE GARDEN XII. A MARRIAGE AT SAINT MARGARET'S XIII. THE THREE-NOTCHED ROAD XIV. THE LAW OFFICE XV. COMPANY TO SUPPER XVI. AT LYNCH'S XVII. FAIRFAX AND UNITY XVIII. THE GREEN DOOR XIX. MONTICELLO AGAIN XX. THE NINETEENTH OF FEBRUARY XXI. THE CEDAR WOOD XXII. MAJOR EDWARD XXIII. A CHALLENGE XXIV. THE DUEL XXV. OLD SAINT JOHN'S XXVI. THE TRIAL OF AARON BURR XXVII. THE LETTER XXVIII. RAND AND MOCKET XXIX. THE RIVER ROAD XXX. HOMEWARD XXXI. HUSBAND AND WIFE XXXII. THE BROTHERS XXXIII. GREENWOOD XXXIV. FAIRFAX CARY XXXV. THE IMAGE XXXVI. IN PURSUIT XXXVII. THE SIMPLE RIGHT XXXVIII. M. DE PINCORNET XXXIX. UNITY AND JACQUELINE XL. THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR

ILLUSTRATIONS
I will make court to you in a court some day (Frontispiece)
You are a scoundrel
Cary saw and flung out his arm, swerving his horse, but too late
Drink to me only with thine eyes
CHAPTER I
THE ROAD TO RICHMOND
The tobacco-roller and his son pitched their camp beneath a gum tree upon the edge of the wood. It was October, and the gum was the colour of blood. Behind it rolled the autumn forest; before it stretched a level of broom-sedge, bright ochre in the light of the setting sun. The road ran across this golden plain, and disappeared in a league-deep wood of pine. From an invisible clearing came a cawing of crows. The sky was cloudless, and the evening wind had not begun to blow. The small, shining leaves of the gum did not stir, and the flame of the camp-fire rose straight as a lance. The tobacco cask, transfixed by the trunk of a young oak and drawn by strong horses, had come to rest upon the turf by the roadside. Gideon Rand unharnessed the team, and from the platform built in the front of the cask took fodder for the horses, then tossed upon the grass a bag of meal, a piece of bacon, and a frying-pan. The boy collected the dry wood with which the earth was strewn, then struck flint and steel, guarded the spark within the tinder, fanned the flame, and with a sigh of satisfaction stood back from the leaping fire. His father tossed him a bucket, and with it swinging from his hand, he made through the wood towards a music of water. Goldenrod and farewell-summer and the red plumes of the sumach lined his path, while far overhead the hickories and maples reared a fretted, red-gold roof. Underfoot were moss and coloured leaves, and to the right and left the squirrels watched him with bright eyes. He found the stream where it rippled between banks of fern and mint. As he knelt to fill the pail, the red haw and the purple ironweed met above his head.
Below him was a little mirror-like pool, and it gave him back himself with such distinctness that, startled, he dropped the pail, and bending nearer, began to study the image in the water. Back in Albemarle, in his dead mother's room, there hung a looking-glass, but it was cracked and blurred, and he seldom gazed within it. This chance mirror of the woods was more to the purpose. The moments slipped away while he studied the stranger and familiar in the pool below him. The image was not formed or coloured like young Narcissus, of whom he had never heard, but he observed it with interest. He was fourteen, and old for his years. The eyes reflected in the stream were brooding, the mouth had lost its boyish curves, the sanguine cheek was thin, the jaw