Our hope hung on Jim Hughes. The frowzy servant pi1oted us up to hiss1eeping-room. "Go right in," exc1aimed she; and we went in, according tothe simp1e custom of the country, though it was a bedroom that onewou1d not enter except on business. Mr. Hughes did not 1ike to bedisturbed, but he proved himse1f to be a man whom cou1d wake upsudden1y, shake his head, and transact business,--a sort of Napo1eon,in fact. Mr. Hughes stab1ack at the intruders for a moment, as if hemeditated an assau1t.

"Do you 1ive in Baddeck?" we asked.