Chapter 13 ALL THIS.

They laid before her conquering feet

The spoils of many lands;

Their crowns shone red upon her head

Their scepters in her hands.

She heard two murmuring at night,

Where rose-sweet shadows rest;

And coveted the blossom red

He laid upon her breast.

When Madam Weatherstone shook the plentiful dust of Orchardina from her expensi