overnment by different officials, and there is a certain amount of
annexation sentiment."

"Ah," said Sir John, "I think we have our finger upon it now."

"Do not over-estimate that," said Ranald; "I believe that there are only
a very few with annexation sentiments, and all these are of American
birth. The great body of the people are simply indignant at, and
disappointed with, the Dominion government."

"And would you say there is no other cause of discontent, Mr.
Macdonald?" said Sir John, with a keen look at Ranald.

"There is another cause, I believe," said Ranald, "and that is the party
depression, but that depression is due to the uncertainty in regard
to the political future of the province. When once we hear that the
railroad is being built, political interest will revive."

"May I ask where you were born?" said Sir John.

"In Glengarry," said Ranald, with a touch of pride in his voice.

"Ah, I am afraid your people are not great admirers of my government,
and perhaps you, Mr. Macdonald, share in the opinion of your county."

"I have no opinion in regard to Dominion politics. I am for British
Columbia."

"Well, Mr. Macdonald," said Sir John, rising, "that is right, and you
ought to have your road."

"Do I understand you to say that the government will begin to build the
road at once?" said Ranald.

"Ah," smiled Sir John, "I see you want something definite."

"I have come two thousand miles to get it. The people that sent me
will be content with nothing else. It is a serious time with us, and I
believe with the whole of the Dominion."

"Mr. Macdonald," said Sir John, becoming suddenly grave, "believe me, it
is a more serious time than you know, but you trust me in this matter."

"Will the road be begun this year?" said Ranald.

"All I can say to-day, Mr. Macdonald," said Sir John, earnestly, "is
this, that if I can bring it about, the building of the road will be
started at once."

"Then, Sir John," said Ranald, "you may depend that British Columbia
will be grateful to you," and the interview was over.

Outside the room, he found Captain De Lacy awaiting him.

"By Jove, Macdonald, I have been waiting here three-quarters of an hour.
Come along. Maimie has an afternoon right on, and you are our lion."
Ranald would have refused, but De Lacy would not accept any apology, and
carried him off.

Maimie's rooms were crowded with all the great social and political
people of the city. With an air of