acknowledged, entering on his explanation with a smile on his bronzed face. "Lota Elmaine; old Elmaine the planter's only daughter. The old man would not let us be married: Lota was too young, he said; the marriage should not take place until she was in Europe. Will you believe it, Raynor, old Elmaine has kept me on like that all the blessed time I have been away, perpetually saying he was coming over here, and never coming! Never a month passed but he gave out he should sail the next."
"And so you stayed also!"
"I stayed also. I would not leave Lota to be snapped up by some covetous rascal in my absence. Truth to tell, I could not part with her on my own score."
"And where is Miss Lota Elmaine?"
"No longer in existence. She is Mrs. Max Brown.
"Then you have brought her over with you!"
"Poor Elmaine died a few months ago; and Lota had a touch of the native fever, which left her thin and