"Then bring the lady right in," said the old innkeeper. A moment later, the lovely girl, still unconscious, was brought in and laid upon the settee in the best room. "What is the matter with the young woman?" gasped the innkeeper, his eyes opening wide with amazement. "Merely fainted from the intense cold," returned one of the men briefly, adding: "If you will see that a fire is lighted in the room that you spoke of I shall be very much obliged." "I'll have my wife down in a jiffy. No doubt the poor creature's half frozen, but a hot whiskey toddy will thaw her out quicker than you could say Jack Robinson," and he trotted off briskly on his double mission of rousing his wife to look after the girl and his hired help to assist the driver in putting away the horses, while he himself attended to making a blazing fire in the little chamber over the best room. In less time than it takes to tell it the good housewife was by the girl's side. "What a beautiful young creature!" she exclaimed, as the veil was thrown back and she beheld the lovely face, white as chiseled marble, framed in its cloud of golden hair. "Is it your sister, sir?" she asked, with all a country woman's thoughtless curiosity. "No, she is my wife," exclaimed the stranger, who stood over by the fireplace, his brows meeting in a decided frown. "Laws a mercy! Isn't she young to be married?" exclaimed the woman. "Why, she don't look sixteen. Been married long?" The stranger by the fireplace deliberately turned his back on the woman, vouchsafing her no reply. By that time the innkeeper announced that the room above was ready, and that they might come up as soon as they liked. Again the stranger by the fireplace lifted the slender figure, bore her up the narrow rickety stairway, saying good-night to his friend as he passed him by. "Good-night to you, and pleasant dreams," replied Halloran; "the same to your wife." The innkeeper followed the tall stranger with his burden to see that everything was made comfortable, put more logs in the fireplace, then turning, said: "Is there anything else I can do for you, stranger?" "Nothing," replied the man curtly, but as the old innkeeper reached the door he called sharply: "Yes, I think there is something else that would add to my comfort, and that is a good stiff glass of brandy, if you have such a thing about the place." The old man hesitated. "I'll pay well for it," said the other, eagerly. "You see, we haven't a license, stranger, to sell drinks, and they're pretty strict with us hereabouts. I generally let a man have it when I know him pretty well, but I can't say how it would affect you." "Have no fear on that score," returned the other. "Here's a five-dollar note for a pint bottle of brandy. Will that pay you?" "Yes," returned the innkeeper. It was the golden key. The man laughed to see how quickly he trotted off on his errand, returning with the bottle in a trice. "Anything else, sir?" he said.