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THE CONSTITUTION.
TOL. XYH.
ATLANTA. GA.. TUESDAY MORNING. JANUARY 27 1885. TWELVE RAGES.
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The leading topics ot this week's Issue are:
TALMAGE’S SERMON,
“NOONTIDE OF LIFE."
“Br Inheritance,” by Un. Nora L. Ilassey.
“Farms and Farmexs,” short talks with farmers
On farm topics.
“At thb Capital,” items gathered by our special
cones} oudents.
“Diatm nr tux DiJjutr,” the Arabs attack the
British Kiuare.
“Bound to Wkd,” the irate father lu pursuit
the couple.
“A Kentucky Yarn,” how the trappers cap
tured skunks.
“Li katics ik Flanks,” some terrible incidents
Of the Kankakee lire.
“Guarding the Votks," which are to make
Cleveland president.
Bill A bp’s Letter,” the Cherokee philosopher.
•‘The Romance op Owl Hollow," by Betsey Ham-
. 11 ton.
Coming Through the Wood.
I saw her coming through the wood,
My pretty one. iny dear;
I said: “An' you will marry me, 4
i'll wait for you a year.
And I'Jl Hire you a silken gown,
Aud I'll give you a ring,
An' you will only marry me
I' th’ coming of spring."
My lore, the tossed her pretty head
As she went on her way,
And said: “i'm in a hurry,air,
For lt'a a market day."
Sbe had a banket on her arm,
And she began to sing,
As sbe went on into thq town
To do her marketing.
: She strayed to rest as she came back
Upon a fallen tree;
She'd bought a ribbon for her hair
And put it In tor mo;
And then we sat and wondered what
The coming year would bring;
And. oh! 1 think she'll marry me
1' th' coming of the spring.
—Bca, In Cassell's Magazine.
BY INHERITANCE
Br MBS. NORA L. HUSSEY.
(Written for Tho Constitution. All Rights Re
served.!
Symci’ms or Previous Chapters.—Mr. Rirerly.
Amy- Bis last words refer to some mysterious
Secret, tome curso connected with her. The two
orphan* ro to Georgia and find their aunt living
With her brother. Dr. Weldon, on a plantation in
the southern part of the state. The doctor has
two sons, Wallace and lirncc. The KnglDh girls
are warmly welcomed Into this pleasant famllr
and meet other cousins. Perry Barnard, a h&nu-
aome young lawyer, and his two sisters, Allco and
Mary, from the neighboring Tillage of Weldou.
The first ntohtspent in their now home Doratis-
1 woman in
of her iiorse. Dora promptly draws a pistol an* i
ft ro. Th; wounded negro makes his escape, and;
the spirited girl gallops home. That night Dora
and Amy attend a bait at Perry Barnard's resi
dence. Miming Amy, Dora goes in search of her
and finds her down by tho lake. In a strange
frenzy of Jealousy or madness Amy bites her sis
ter’s sister's arm and darts away, fcho la over
taken. sud the accident to Dora is attributed to
CHAPTER VIII.
When Dora took her seat at the breakfast table,
next morning her face bore witness to the anxiety
and sleeplessness of the preceding night.
In answer to her uncle'a question she said Amy
Bad slept soundly after tho opiates had taken
effect, which sleep was stlU unbroken.
. “I cannot, for my life, see why that negro should
want to do you harm," Mrs. IUsdall said. “Are
you quite sure it was Buck, my dear?”
“indeed I am not,” Dora answered hurriedly,
•‘Please do not let Ua discuss the aflfclr auv more. I
cannot bear to think of Ik"
There were tears in her eyes. The little pale
face giro Irrefutable force to her words.
“Quite naturally, my dear,” her uncle said, “It
2s beat for. Amy'asake Co let Che matter drop. Poor
little Amr, what a bundle of nerves sho is!
sure yon keep her very quite, Dora.”
Something in the tone of hrs voice made her
look sharply into his face.
“Have you time to talk with me a little while
tbJs moming?” she asked, tremblingly, “Thereis
something I'd like to say to yon."
“My whole morning sbaU be yours U you wish
it, my dear. Has it come to this already? Do you
want my advlco about youf lovers?” laughing
goltly, aud pinching her cheek as he arose and
stood behind her chair, “That's easily given, Song-
Bird. Tell them all 'emphatically no.’ ”
“But a bat If they will not take 'no'?" Bruce
asked laughingly, looking towards Wallace, who
just then came In from the lawn.
“Eh: Oh!” the old doctor exclaimed with
widely varying inflection. “I hope you young
people are not going to disturb the happy monoto
ny of our home.”
“Indeed not, dear ancle," Dora answered stand
SDg a t Ip toe to reach his cheek, and even with
that efloit only succeeded In kissing his beard.
“We are all going to be very sensible yonng people.
That Is, all but Brace. Yon know be has commit
ted that indiscretion of which some critic accused
George* Eliot—'hc' has taken to theories and
Jews”
i "Et the Brute!” Brace cried, laying hla arm
about her waist and carrying her off towards the
library. “It now remains for me to take revenge
in the form of half a dozen of yoor most love sick
ballads-”
“Ob, Brace, I cannot!” she cried, as If be bad
given her a sudden thrust “Not today, anyhow.'
“I do not care a flg for the singing, Dora," get
ting her well into the room, and closing the door
|>ehind her, “I want you to tell me what Is
troubling you. What has happened to your*
For a moment »b« hesitated. Most she teU him?
To open her heart to this tender-hearted cousin
wsa a great temptation. 8he waa not naturally of
a self-reliant and self-sustained nature.
“gomethlng has happened. Brace,” she began
tremblingly. “I’m afraid for Amy-" Bat re
membering suddenly all that she was about to re-
Teal, the softness died out ot her -faee, and her
laugh u«*>I that careless impenetrable tone which
become* an impossible barrier.
“Ob. 1 am such a simpleton!” she said, moving
eff toward* the window, “Of coarse there Is noth
ing to make me unhappy. Amy will be quite well
to-morrow, doubtless. It is Svery foolish ot me to
be so mivous. Now teU me aomething about
J-eah."
“Do you want it to be given out by the family
that Amy was frightened by Buck Baker?”
He looked at her steadily. Whatever might be
believed by others evidently he had no faith In
thb story which Perry had told.
“It might not have been-"
“Tea, I know," be interrupted somewhat stern
ly, “I know, and you know that It was net the
negro. You iced sent Buck to the sew mill last
night by the boat which brought the band from
Darien, end of course be could not have been in
Weldon. But that Is neither here nor there.
Somebody must bear the blame. Shall it be
Buck?"
She looked into his face steadily. Bhe saw all the
•ternc« and the baif-conccaled distrust there.
After a moment she answered him, her facedeadlj
white and her voice scarcely above a whisper.
“Yet, the negro'must bear the blame' as you
*sy-”
“Little cousin, can j ott not trust me?” he cried,
Interrupting her.
“I do trust you fully, Cotuln Bruce,” she geutly
put away his hand as she spoke, “it is you who
cannot trust me."
“Dora—"
“1 cannot explain wnat yon seem to think a
desire on my part to make an innocent negro ap
pear guilty of an attempted assault upon Amy aud
myself. It is quite reasonable that you should
claim a right to such an explanation. I must ac
cept your distrust as something inevitable
Only—"
The calm voice faltered. The instincts oi her
nature were all on the side of candor and tenth. It
was very painful to her to feel herself losing her
hold on such things.
“Only—what, Httlo cousin? No—no! Do not
sob that way," striving to comfort her. “You
must not think I distrust you, Dora. No man who
has looked into your face could do that. -I shall
trust you implicitly always. I am quite sure of
one thing, dear. You are doing all this for Amy's
sake. Why you have been brought to thb, I of
course cannot know. But I do kuow, Dora, that if
you alone were involved there would be no com
plication whatever. They may think what they
please, i’ll keep my laith in you—"
“They ?” she interrupted eagerly.
“Perry and father, 1 mean. They are the only
ones who know that Buck was at the saw mill.”
“Then Mr. Barnard knew that last night?”
“Yes. It happened this way. After hb attack
upon you and your appeal not to have him
arrested, father, Perry aud I had a hasty consult*-
tion, in which it wsa agreed that if Buck would
consent to go at once to the saw mill and remain
there at work we would agree not to molest him.
He readily agreed to my proposition—made to him
while you were making your toilette, and whllo
father was bandaging his wound. By the way*
that was a pretty fair shot," smiling kindly. “He
will not use his left hand for some time. There
fore, when tho Darien boat was leaving! saw Busk
safely <m board and told theoaptaiu to have hint
put off at ihe lumber company's landing—”
And Mr. Barnard knew all thb,” she began
Interrupting him again, “He knew it, and yet hc
suggested the man’s name to me. U is very
strange.”
fcbe trembled, and her toepgrew paler.
“Why did hc do thb?” she continued.
“That, I cannot say. Psrry never does anything
without good reason, you may bo sure. It may be
kc knows more about your affairs than you are
aware of. Woftld It not be well for you to ask him
atoutit?”
"Oh, no—no!” she exclaimed hastily “I cannot
bear to talk to him—I mean—I could not bear to
see-Ob, I do not like him, Bruce!"
T know, dear. It is verjmtrango that you and
Perry should be Mich' enemies.- 1 cannot under,
stand It—"
Will you (ell me about Lech, now?" she asked!
breaking Into bis words.
“I am to go to her father thb morning," be
•zlg'lroqdlcv* *022deje 21$lit ^u'oiL
exes. ♦ '
She is auoble girl, worthy even of my cousin.
But do you suppose her father will be willing to
tee bet married to a Gentile?"
1 can hardly have a doubt of that. It is out ot
all reason to look for objections from him on that
point. He is a liberal and educated man."
He spoke confidently. Nevertheless a shadow
gathered on bis brow. It had not occurred to him
before that Leah was not free to choose whomso
ever ber heart acknowledged.
A few momenta afterwards, Dora left the sluing
room and went across tho hall into the library.
The interview with her uncle comsumed more
than an hour. What tTansplred during that time
was known only to those two. But when the
Interview was over and Dora met Sirs. IUsdall in
the hall, the pale face and swollen eyes of the girl
brought a spasm of pain to her aunt's heart.
What is it all about, Richard?” Mrs. Rasdall
asked, going into the library. “Dora has been cry
ing till ber face la absolutely disfigured, and yon
as white oa you will over bo when you are
dead. What does it all mean?”
Now, now! Don't be J fretting, Bara. It is
all, simply nothing. Dora hss been crying. I'll
admit. She to half wild about Amy—”
And well she may be,” Mrs. Rasdall interrupt*
ed eagerly “1 had a presentment about Amy from
the beginning. 8lie will certainly bring trouble”—
^“In what way?”
The urgent directness of his question compelled
an answer.
I don’t know," hesitatingly. “In many ways
First, though, in regard to Terry—”
Terry!” Dr. Weldon ejaculated, evidently
much relieved. “That b a new feature truly.”
I never con Id make you understand.” she ex
claimed Impatiently. “But you will set that I am
right, I do not think the girl can love anybody
very deeply. But. the little heart she has, she has
certainly given to Perry Barnard."
'You never liked Amy, my dear. Yon should
not suffer yourself to Judge her—"
And Perry never will care two straws for her,"
she continued, disregarding his rebuke. "He wll-
amuse himself perhaps. That Is bis besetting sin*
you know."
Sbe dosed the door ss she spoke, but she did not
fail to see the shade which crept over ber brother's
face, and bis short, suppressed sigh reached her
ears.
'it is some thing more, than nervous anxiety
Xpout Amy," sbe said, as she went back to ber sit
ting room. “Whatever it may be. I am glad she
b«s confided In her uncle. If she could not tell
me, I am very glad she could tell Richard.”
Meanwnile. in tba back room of Mr . Cohen’s
drygoods store there were taking place event
which sometimes go to mako up tba unwritten
tragedy of life.
I am not quite surprised,” Mr. Cohen was say
ing. “And yet I am given much pain, Mr. Wel
don. My daughter Is a Jewess, you know. You
cannot change that fact."
it, sir—”
Bnt the cool, dalibrate voice went on steadily.
And she must marry one of her own people.
There is nothing more tor me to say.”
Have you no other objection to urge?” Bruce
insisted, striving to restrain hi* impetuosity.
'None whatever. You arc a perfect gentleman.
You will make a good husband—”
And you will break I.cah'« heart, because we
do not agree upon n few religious pointer Do you
love your daughter, Mr. Cohen?”
We will not ague, my dear air, Uah'a heart 1*
not so easily broken."
'Leah will ngver marry any man but me.”
Brace raid, after some moments.
Over the face oi the Jew there came a hardness
and Immobility which revealed more dearly than
any words could do all his strength of prejudice
and obstinacy ot will.
“All lovers think Jus* the same."
-But I know Leah. Sbe will not disobey you
but sbe wDl at the same time remain true to me."
“Kobe ft,the*.”an Increased coidae** fa hie
tone. “If Leah prefers to live and die childless
»he alone will be the sufferer. I shall not com.
nund her to marry n Jew. I shall only save bet
from marrying t Gentile. My daughter, Mr. Web
don, must be true to the law of her forefathers.'
“Am I to understand that my visits to your
house are to cease?”
' That is as you please, Mr. Weldon. If you can
come as a frit nd to me and my family, you are
welcome. But as Leah's suitor my doors are closed
to you.”
The terms were hard; yet nothing was to be
gained by a further debate. That Is to sly—noth
ing except permission to go himself and tike lhe
news to Leah.
“Ithinkfhe will not be surprised," Mr. Cohen
said, as be made a motion to return to the store
room. “We arc getting a good trade now,” ho
continued, walking by Brace’s side, between the
counters. “Something unusual lor this too. I( the
railroad strikes Weldou she will wake up, eh? ’
But, just then, his vUUor telt little interest lu
railways and trade, fitrange to say, the one acci
dent oi a father's unsnswersble “No” had put
these grave matters out of bis head
Very unpractical and weak he thereby proved
himself, it may be said. Yet, nevertheless, there
comes once-bardly over twice—but certainly once
to nearly all of us a moment when life centers
itself in one hope and ouc little woman's heart;
and, failing In these things, the practical facts of
life for a time become vague and flickering
shadows.
CHAPTER IX.
W bile Dora was nerving herself to endure with
cheerful fortitude thst burden which her life had
thrown upou ber, and while Bruce, absorbed In
bis heroic endeavor to remove from Leah's Hie tho
shadow which ho had thrown across it, events
were not at a stend-stlll In other places.
In Mrs. Gullet's front room there was a iamily
council assembled.
Mr. Baily-that Frank Baily whom Alice Barn
ard was to msrry some dsy—faced this earnest lit
tle circle.. He hsd made a proposition to
“preacher Mullins'’ the purport of which was as
follows: he offered Joe Mullins a clerk ship in
his store at Weldon. Joe waa to learn the busiuess,
study book-keeping, do odds jobs generally, and
get a salary of live dollars a mouth with an ad.
vsuce os hc should desire it.
“What made you light on Joe?" Mrs. Gullet
asked, alter some moment* of silence.
She spoke with unusual deference. There was
something in the active, direct buslncm man
which actually awed Jfra. Gullet. •
"That question Is well put, ma'am—woll put."
It is a little strange that I should be looking for a
clerk when so many clerks are looking for mo.
The fact is, Alice called my attention to Joe—Alice
and Miss Dora—"
“I Jilt knowed It," Mrs. Gnlict pnt In eagerly,
I’ve been a snyln’ to myself all along thst Misi
Dora had a finger In the pUS She alters Mid Joo
bad a'future' before him. Though what sho meant
I never could rightly make out. 'Futures' Is dto-
appintin* things in the main, it 'pears to me."
You axo thinking of cotton futures, aren't
you?” Mr. Bally Interrupted, smiling covertly as
hla eyes met Mrs. Mullins amused glance.
I’ve watched Joe since my nttcntlon was di
rected to him,” hc went on, "and I really think If
he is given a chauce hc will make his way. IIols
as blight boy.”
“But the farm Is the safest place for boys,” Mrs.
Mullins put iu, "In fact, I do not like—”
“Mothers are always afraid to let their children
get out o’sight,” the preacher said, breaking into
Ills wife's sentence. “They would keep their boys
like girls If they could. It Li very good of you to
toStosMtoexd Joet ttd Mhe vent* to g.V Do to*}.
That's all of it. What do ybu say, Joe
There was no need to put the question. The
boy'a/See was full of his desire to go out into tho
world.
Therefore the compact w#* scaled. Joo was to
goto Weldon the Tory next day. Onto more the
ways of life were opened np before a bright, am
bitions boy—those devious, difficult ways iu which
so many have stumbled.
After a few moments of friendly talk, Mr. JUlly
took bis departure.
Before he reached tho last of the cotton rows,
however, be heard his name called and. turning
he saw Mrs. Mullins ooirlng across the Hold.
“I want to say a few words to you alono,” sho
said, as sbe walked slowly by his side. *‘Mr. Bally,
do you believe of inherited traits of obaracter?
“1 suppose so, ma'am,” meeting her earnest, In
quiring glance, and speaking somewhat un.
certainly. “I do Lot understand you—”
“But I think you will understand as we go on,
Wfl! you watch Joe? And, please, wiU you see
that he doca not fall into temptation. You may
not always find him exact in his statements. I
mean—"'•he hesitated, and ber sallow face flush
ed slightly, “I mean Joe must bo trained to bo
trustworthy. Ho has not Inherited a strong—”
“J think you must be mi»Ukcn,Mrs.Ma!llus,”b #
said, trying to help her through ber difficult
words. He looked at her with a delicatedefereneo,
and chose his words a* carefully os 11 she were tho
highest Indy In tho land.
There was something in her faco—wasted by dis
ease, sallow, sickly as it was-which compelled hU
admiration. Without bis knowledge hu was
moved by the wl»e, Judicious motherhood or this
working woman.
“I think you must bo mistaken,” he said, “Joe's
father is one of the most upright men I know.”
'Joe is like bis grandfather. Sometimes we
have (o search two generations for our chiidreu’.
faults,” sbe said, with simple, truthful dignltys
"it is only justice to you that I should say these
thing#. And Justice to Joe,” she added. “I think
he really tries to be all that I want him to be. Bu;
be Is easily led off. That U why 1 objected to his
Having the farm-”
“But there arc seven tote provided for," ho
interrupted. “Yon cannot expect tho farm to
keep them all. You must make up your mind to
see them scatter off, as they grow old enough.”
"Yf», I know,” her husky voice breaking into
bis sentence, "but X wish Joo bad not been the one
to make the start. I dread to see him exposed to
temptation. A mother’s instinct rarely proves
fake, Mr. Baily,” she continued as they stopped
before the gate. “I beg yon, do not put Joo In any
position of trust untU you have proved him, bo
yond all doubt"
“That is a very strange request," he answered,
smiling. “I don't think I ever before heard a
mother plead egtinst any probable promotion for
ber boy. I must think you do Joe injustice. Sure
ly be muat inherit something of his mother's
character, and even a very little would bo a great
power for good—you must Jet messy, Mrs. Mul
lins. Isn’t that Fteetfoot?” be asked, bolding his
horse preparatory to mounting-
Dora’s bay hone wss bringing ber rapidly to
wards them.
“I tbooth11 could not be mistaken," Dora said,
holding out her hand to Mr. Baily. "I recognised
your grey, long before I aaw you. Is It all settled
Mrs. Mullins? Have yon agreed to give Joe a
c hance beyond these sterile, sandy fields? Do you
know, 1 do not think there is anything more ex
hilarating than to watch aboy when be makes bU
first plunge Into life. IIo is so sure of himself, and
so hopeful, you know.”
bhe was smiling brightly In to the anxious face
of Joe's mother. It was Impossible to resist the
cheering influence of her presence. Now as always
she spread the bright contagion of her sunshiny
teaser.
“But I don’t know,” Mrs. Mullins Mid, when
Mr. Bally wss gone, "i think I'd like te keep my
children babies always.”
“Ob, no you would not," Don cried merrily.
“Think of having a child perpetually cutting Its
eye end stomach teeth! Now Jot can bring in five
dollars a month, and that win bra great help.
Besides, It Isn't every bOV who hss tho "good for
tune to begin life In the service of such a man as
Frank Daily. Haro you heard tho news?’’ sho con
tinued, turning to greet Mr*. Gullet who had jolu-
ed them. “Tho railway is act ually to go through
the very heart ot Weldon. From Savannah to
Jacksonville, you know.”
"Ms. Daily was a tollin' of us. It'll be a big
thing for Mm I reckon.”
"Eo my uncle says.. Hc and Frank are speaking
of a cot to a warehouse—”
“This railroad ’ll be a big thing for the lumber, I
reckon. If I don't mfitako t'alntgwlne ter belong
'fore Mr. Bally gits his bands on a pile. Ho's a
real roouey-makin’ feller.”
“He will certainly know how to mako good use
of bU money, Mrs. Mullins put Iu. “He is a good
roan. V hvHamp!” she exclaimed, mildly re
buking bt. dc/orwcd child, who waa clinging to
Dora's ftklrft “Be careful sou, you’ll throw Miu
Dora dowu.”
“I seed it* a cornin',” Hsrop cried, heedless of
hisroothci .'.words “I wus In tho lot’ a pTsylfi * 1
with Ma'y .’one, and I run away JUt ter meet ycr.
Ms’y Jnr c ■ the funniest baby ycr ever seed, MUs
Dora. 8b' halnt never forgot 'bout Joe'a stealth’
her candy-”
"Harr p: .Is mother's voice was low and stern.
“ldon’2;er* Yer alien makes 'souses far Joo
ksse. be'* s'jsrt and wdl growed, an’ now yerto,
gwlne trs>i*t him go off to Weldon. But ho done
it, lltos Do:». Yer know them candles yer give us
cbillnn? Well Joe cat up all o' bluin', an'then
tuck an’ stole Ma’y Jane's. 1 tola him I wus
gwlue ter fell you. Aud now I’ve done dono it"
Several time#, bis mother tned to stop his rapid
words, t ut each eflort only increased bis determi
nation to tell the story.
When he ceased there was a fierce, yellow light
In his eyes, and his broad, sunburnt face wss alive
with hla indignation.
“And now how do you supposo Miss Dora feels
when sho Vuows you area tell tale?”
M inglcd shame and anger gave a strange harsh
ness to hla tjgf hex’s voice.
" 'course y.r'U tak o up fur Joe. Ever’body does
that. Butrlght’»right,anda.thlet's a thief-”
“Oh Ilamp:” Dora cried, horrlficd.to see tho
white beat nf anger in the child’N face. Horrified
al>o, to see /nr the first time in her life, openbo*
tllity be t* y» mother and child.
“Oh Uxfif: How sorry yon will be, alter
awhile,” Ufitbgher hand tenderly on his un
kempt hair, “You have wounded your mother,
dear," she added in a half whisper. • < 8eetsho la
crying. You tnust tell her you did not Intend— 1 ”
But yon ought ter know ’bout Joe,” he began,
doggedly.
“Yes, I know all that. I am not speaking ol Joe,
Jlaxnp. I aw speaking ol yonr mother—"
Bhe had fallen behind Mrs. Gullet and his
mother, and was talking in a low tone te him as
he still clung te her skirts.
But roa never did love mo Uko she loves Joe.
Bbt’s shame o' mo.
That Is not true Hamp,''she said sternly, with
drawing her hand from his. “Bheloves you better
than she dorn anybody else in all /he whole world.
It is wicked and ungrateful of you to talk so."
lie looked-, up in her face eagerly. Nothing
could subdt* bim so completely as this auger
which hc rrsd in her countenance.
If you sure a horrid thing llko mo you'd be
jist as wicked os I am, Miss Dora," he said in a
bumble, cowed voice, *'J know she’s a good to
mo cs tv or she kin bo, bnt It’s jist kase she’s sorry
fur meand***e<t' , s'l vr*ut ter mako me feel dll'-
tr.nl frrr, i jfc’ngrt. 1.’* fj'n natur for her t&.
•‘•vc.»t-'^^ •'-»> Kbsli —
sotbsd. Ksse I'd suiter anythin’ fur my'mothcr. I
love her better’n all tho rest of ’em put tergetlicr.
I’d die Tore I’d tell her Uea like Joo docs; au'l’d
cut my ban' off'fore I'd do a mean thing thet sho
hater. Yit, arter all this I know in my heart Joe's
her pride and her Idol. An'I can', help tollin'
her sometimes what sort er feller ho is."
Dora conld not answer him at ouce. She felt the
truth of hla words, she knew thst tho mother's
heart and hopes were fixed on her lithe, active,
keen-witted second son.
“Bnt is it not Wicked to hurt her heart, Ilamp?"
sbe said, after a few moments. "Bhe knows all
these things without being told by you. Indeed,
she knows ■ great deal more than you do. It
seems to me ff my mother were alive and fknew
she bod cause to be disappointed In her favorite
child I should want to help her bear her secret
grid, I should want te contort her, instead ot
giving her more pain.”
Bhe had given him back her hand, and, as sho
spoke his teen fell slowly upon it.
Her voice and the child's loud sobbing de&fcncd
her to the sound of footsteps behind her on tho
sandy path.
Ehe started violently, and a crimson tide over
swept her faco as she heard a voice so singularly
sweet, yet so caustic in IU indifference:
“Is this the way you establish control over your
proteges?”
“Good-afternoon, Mr. Barnard. I did not ex
pert-—”
“I came on business, solely," be said, as sho fal
tered. “But if I had known you were here 1 should
have—”
"Bttyedsway?"
“No-no!" with Ironical lightness, "1 wu going
te fey, HI bad known yon were here I should
have come without business. Has Amy quite re<
covered?"
Yes, tbeok you, 8be Is driving with Wallace
this afternoon.”
'! hope you do not mean te loslnuate that It la
Amy’s office to tako all wrecks off your hands."
1 never insinuate, Mr. Barnard. What 1 wish
to say, I say out-right.”
"A most unfemlnlne trait, Mias Dora. I am
afraid I shall never have the satisfaction of seeing
you develop Into a thoroughly charming womau.
A charming woman, you know, Is one who keeps
your Interest ellvc by unending and undlscover*
able deception*-”
“We arc very near the house. Before we go in
wfH yon tell roe why you accused Burk Baker
thet night, when you knew he was gone?"
Bhe spoke with earnest directness, putting aside
all his cutting sarcasm. Bhe spoke hurriedly, too,
es II she dreaded this question which she felt to bo
necessary.
A tender light leaped into his eyes. In spite ol
ber trembling voice and flushing face ehe wss very
breve end troth ftil-looking. He conld not fall to
be touched by ber mingled timidity end resolute
ness. But In an Instant bis glance became cold
end searching.
“Are you not satisfied Jwlth my version of
the afteir ? Was X a poor prompter in yonr little
toicc?”
“You do not answer me. WIU you tell me why
joo did this?"
"Yes, I win tell you.”
It wss no longer potsiblo for him to feign cold
ness. He spoke earnestly, answering the spirit
which looked ont of her eyes.
“J bad been watching yon and Amy. Not from
an idle curiosity te hear your words, or observe
your movementbe continued hastily, easing a
danger signal In her eyes, "bnt beeanae—because I
enjoyed looking st you, Iters. I sew that you and
•be—or rather she alone, wss moved to anger. By
whet, I could not know, of course, for you were
quite out of hearing. I tow her seize your arm, l
heard your shriek. I wanted to keep you In igno
rance of my knowledge for the simple reason that
I knew you would want nobody to know bow rash
and petfelcnete Amy could become. Is that sutfi-
cknt? Do yon rndentand now?*’
“Ye#, I understand, and I thank yon."
“And now, little Dora, will y«m inert me further
then Ibis?"
Be bsd cone quite close te ber. He looked Into
hv. r eyes with that tenderness which drew her !0
an irresistible obedience.
Foarfl moment she hesitated. Her cheeks was al
ack t torching his breast. Sho conld hear the
rapid heaving of hi* heart, He had taken her
hand in bis. and hold it in a strong, close grasp.
It was that pauke, so foil of exquisite pain and
bliss, which is the very verge of a full and com
plete understanding. The wise old fairy of the
heart was whispering to both of them. But, Just
at that moment, by some strange freak of thought
I er sister's faco flashed before her. The color ran-
totted out of her face, the softness and the lore-
light died in her eyes.
“I cannot tell sou that," sho said* almost in n
whisper “You should not ask me te tell you
that."
“I Khali never again salt you anything," hes&ld
coldly, dropping her hand, “I have been mistaken
lice, I thought you could make confemlon to
me. No one can Judge you so kindly as I could
have done."
“I have nothing to confess, And I shall never
want anything bnt a Jnst judgment from anyone.'
She gave colduesa for coldness; and lu sllenco
they entered the farm house,
CHATTER X.
As Dorn entered the house, Ilamp, who had dis-
appeared at sight of Terry, peeped from behind
the open door.
"Ma’s in 'totfaer house," he said sheepishly,“8he
told nee to ax yer ter come right 'long out thar."
Glad of an excuse to get beyond the reach of
Perry's ryes, Dora obeyed the child's Instructions,
leasing tho lawyer in tho large front room.
'Thar ain't an tvener tempered gal In the world
then her," Mr*. Gullet exclaimed, "Kor one that
thinks lets about herself nutbor. If that's Jury-
tody thst kin see through a grindstone Its me.
An' I knowed that gal fust Unco I layod eyes on
her. She's been a cornin’ here right rcg'iar this
week. Thai's trouble up at Bcdgemoor fur that
chile, and slic'd pull out her eye-teeth 'fore sho'd
chirp It. But it's a mighty com for t ter me ter
Uilnk she finds pleasure a cornin' he*e-"
“What do you think is the trouble, Mrs. Gullet?"
asked Terry, concealing his keen desire to investi
gate the matter under an air of tolerant amuse-
UK nt.
••Somethin' long er that Amy. MUs Dora thinks
she’s gwlno wrong somo way, you may be sartln'.
Yistldy sho said to me, 'Mrs. Gullet,' ses she,
’•pcse you raw Homebody yer loved gwlno straight
over a precipice an* yer couldn’t atop 'em loss ycr
throwed ycrsrlf down tor be rid over, what ud yer
doT’ 'MUs Dorn,'sex I, 'I rcckiu I’d be fool enough
to let 'em ride over me; but the senslblest plan ud
be to let 'cm go their gait. Kaso If a man or 'oman
gtta suited ou a roiul nothin' but the gtaooo’ God
kin stop ’em. Yer might throw yerseif afore ’em
every day in the week an' you’d do no good 'cept
to git trampled on. I've como to that pass whar
I'm ready to say, rare yeraelf fmt, and If, arter
thM, you klu save anybody else, that’s no harm in
doin’ of It—"
DJd she mention Amy?" Terry s&kcd, puttings
•top to Mrs. Gullet's volubility.
No. But I did. An' when I axed her 'bout
Mlm Amy lier face turned white as cotton. I Joked
her 'bout Amy's a tnarryln' Mr. Wallace, aud ahe
broke out 'thout knowln' hardly what she wa* a
rayin', Amy can't never marry, Mrs. Gullet. Oh,
it all makes me so miserable, sex she. I've always
lived in dread ol thU very Urns. I cannot let Amy
do this. And my heart U breaking, Mra. Gullet,
sex she—"
Terry’s faco grew white and (tern. Ho rondc^uo
"svrrr; hut 1-d the conrcr>atlou n.vAy from Don
to the butin?;* vriiiaff b.-ought hint to Dior fiurn.
Very nearly an hour afterward, ai Mr*. Gullet
and tho lawyer were returning from tha lot
whence they had gone te see tho cow the purchase
of which Terry had Just made, they saw Dora
walking down the path towards Floetfoot.
“Bbe’s a gwJno Into Weldon," Mrs. Gullet asid,
significantly.
“And yon think I might as well go with her?"’
“Thor's many a man that ud be glad te ride long
cr uglier gals thsn her."
'That’s true, Mr*. Gullet. But aupposo she
quarrels with you?"
•That’s tomfoolery. No gal ain’t gwlno ter
quarrel longer yon, llr. Barnard, 'loss you wants
tho quarrel."
“What an oracle you are,” ha said, laughing
merrily, but, at the same Umo, quickening hla
steps,
E”f don't know what that hr. But I do know hu
man uatur’, Mr. Barnard, when I seal!. An'If
you'd quit bein' ao aweet to so many, an' Jist be
sweet te one, yer needn't never quarrel longer Him
Dora."
“There's luck In numbers, Mrs. Gullet,” *mlllng
good n*tu redJy stlne plaintpoken woman. Tt
is;very dangerous to stake everything on one ven
ture. Walt a momeut, Miss Dora," hocrlsd, “Joe
docs very well, I've no doubt, but I think I can
put you Into the saddle, even better than ha aan.’4
After a few cordial words which effectually ef
faced tho stormy termination of thslr last talk, ha
gave ber the bridle reins, bade Mra. Gullet good-
afternoon, mounted bis own bona and, without
even ao much aa asking Dora’s permlnion, ha rode
by her side down tho road towards Weldon.
If yon persevere I think you will eventually
civlllxe. Ilamp,” he raid.
It Is missionary grounds I’ll adotlt," sire
answered, laughing softly, tha color mean whllo
coming back to her face.
'To all appearancca he hu already mastered one
of tbo cardinal points of civilisation—'”
"Rcpcntence?" sbe Interrupted.
“Ob, no indeed. I meant—te bo able te discover
bis brother's fault and then reveal it. That is tba
foundation atone of the detective service. Aud
wbat would our civilisation be without our detec
tlvis?"
“I am not a lawyer. I cannot aopredate the full
, force of the argument”
They bad fallen Into that Jesting tone which, In
their momenta of peace, wss so natural to them.
The woods rang with their laughter. It was oas
of those rare, bleared times when laughter, even
without cause, la free and sweet and hearty*
“But you are a capital pleader. I beard your
argument you know, if I could speak with equal
s ucccra I should have no doubt about the coming
••J bad twite forgotten," ahe mid eagerly, her
face growing very grave. “WiU you go before the
convention? Will you-In England we ray will
you stand r r
“It fe ell very different here," he began.
“But wiU your’
“Are you so much interested in politics? Would
you like te see me before the con ventlonr*
“I'd like te tee yon where I know your powers
will win a victory. You were bora to bo a leader
of the people.”
Hie face flushed. A glad light flashed Into hb
eyes.
"You must not say that What would you do If
you were to tempt no to enter the field and I am
defeated? Do you intend "pending the night at
Leah’sr’
Yea. ToorLeab'.”
•Is It very hard tor her at homar'
‘ft to terriMeJomtUmes. f am afraid ft will kill
ber. They are making her feel that she run been
fehe te the requirements of her religion—”
“That cannot be.” he raid Impetuously, “Leah
bs<too much sense to bettevesueb stuIL”
“Herfsiberssys very little, hut his coUtnass to
much more powerful than any words. And then
her mother I Mrs. Cohen to a very ordinary German
tan. Her tongue clatter* perpetually; and
every word to like the pricking of a pin, yon
know.”
"Ye#. I know. Cohen to obstinacy ItttlL He
win bend Leah to hlj will, finally,''
“Do yon think so?" looJlug up into lib f.»oo
doubtfully "I do not think you fully appreciate
ber love for Brace.”
“Yon are a very oM-rashloned little wocnan,"
smiling gently. “I am beginning to think that
you really do believe in a truo and lasting lov<?/
You and Leah can 'love, for love’s sake only.
The fairy prince wUl be very proud of yon wh a
become#, little Dbrs.”
“When hc comes!” she echoed, laughing rnorrf
ly and passing him In a swift gallop.
“Leah say (he fear yon be not cornin'," the bnit.
ling little German woman erfed, as Dora reined la
her horeo before lhe gate, “Will you light, M-,
Barnard? No? Then come after ten with the
others, eh? Alice and Mr. Bally, and two t iree
more will bo here for music and carde. It is very
good to (ce you, dear!” sho continued leading
Dora into the house. "Leak is no good for
company, now-a-dsys. All tho isugh is gone out
of the house, only when you are here. I don’t
know what can be dono with our Leah. When I
scold her psle face, she tough Just a little bit. And
the tough, it hurt my heart worse than her tears.
It's a shame that she make us this trouble. Ami
there's Levy, too. Bhe tsko no moro uotice of
Levy thsn If he were so much as a dog. And ho
got so fine a business, too. Leah to one of tho
foolish women. 1 must say so, even if sho be my
daughter."
•Leah will come In tho minute.” sho added,
placing a chair for Dora.
After a few moments Mr. Cohen camo in from
the store.
ne greeted Dora cordially. Nevertheless there
was in bto manner a polite formality which inti
mated to her that he did uot forgot -nor would he
suffer her to forget—that he and she were members
of totally lrrcconcileable races. His mituuer had
In it the wordless, but unmtotobeiblo dictum,
'thus brand no farther shall thou go."
It wss a relief to both of them when Leah enter
ed the room, and when, st tho same moment, tha
tra-boH was rang.
After tea, while Leah was performing various
hoUM bold duties, sud while Mr. Cohen sat upon
the veranda InJoj ing his cigar, Dora led tbo com
municative German woman to talk of her
daughter.
it to the greatest misfortune, Miss Dora. Leah
could make the finest marriage. And now it all
cornea to nothing. 8he ray very little. But ahe
bo Juit ss her father. You can mako no chango
with Leah—"
But doesn't so much talking to her mako It
worse?” Dora said gently. “Would it not be best
to trust to time- "
'You*.may be right." she said eagerly. “Her
father raid Just that word yesterday. 8tlU It 1
very bad te know that Lcoh will ruin her pros
pects.”
'Yon do not think of Brace-''
'Acb, my dear," shrugging her shoutders, and
lifting her hands after the true German fashion.
‘What foolishness you talk. Men forgot theao
things,”
I am not sure ot that, Mra. Cohen. But I
wanted to ray something to you about Leah. Bho
is very nearly broken-hearted because sho /cels
that she has disappointed you anil her father. This
gives her more trouble than her love affair does.
And, dear friend, if Leah to mado to feel this
much longer it will kill her. You are with her
dally. You cannot aeo the changes In her face m
1 can. Her tender heart cannot endure all thLs.
Now, wliat I want to ray to this: Will you not try
to make Leah feel that although sho has <lhap-
rolun d you in your j.lsns for her settlement iu
lib . nil this 1* very tlttlf coinp«rc<l to yem* love
for her? I am sure It will be very nwcet for you in
your old nRO to havo this unscliUh, lovely daughter
always with you. Far sweeter than to have her
heart divided between you and a homo full of
children, isn't it? WUl you look ot It this way 7
Leah needs a true friend iu.th/s crisis ot her life,
Mrs. Cohen. Can you bear to thluk that the will
find that Dlcndfout of her own home?Can you bear
te think that yon arc simply the woman who gave
her the lifo which has become such a;weary burden
to her? Surely you must want to bo something
closer and dearer; you must want to be your
daughter's dearest friend."
Bhe spoke rapidly, fearlug each moment that
Leah might come in, or that the expoeted visitors
might arrive.
“Yon ipeok truo, Miss Dora," Mrs.Cohen ex
claimed, while the tears fell ilowly down her fat,
red cheeks. “I never saw it that way. If aod spare
me, I bo a better mother from this day. Aber—"
unroDtclouriy dropping Into German “Aber—yon
speak to Dora? You «ay, ealst beeeer-lt to'hotter
thst I hare my daughter? Ach Gott, Mb*. Doral
Life makes Itself so hud for women, to It not7
Before Dora could answer, sho beard Alice’s
tough; and she went at once with Leah to wel
come the guests.
Later that same evening, after the whM, there
was a call for music.
“May the ’HonataPatbetlque’, and I’ll goon
the veranda to listen," Druco sold softly, as Leah
poised him on her way to the piano.
That was the love-talk between these two. Tho
wisry, paiKionsto sonata music, and the white
blsse of stem In the summer sky.—
When Leah left tho plane, the talk fell upon
various songs In a “Bong Folio" which was open
upon the music stand.
'One of the sweetest in the collection to'ir—"
Dora began.
"Swinburne,” Terry raid, with a condemnatory
accent,
*Yee,“ Dora enswered, Indifferently. “The
poetry to exquisite. I bad never seen It before I
reed it today—”
•Bing It, please,” Alice exclaimed. Dora went
to the piano at once. Alice stood by her side, tbo
better to hear the words, she said. Wallace, who
since Terry's bull hsd transfered hto allegiance to
Amy, now bang over that beautiful and gracioui
tody's chair, and Perry leaning against a coratrdI*
the piano, took up a stray shoot ot paper lying
there and wrote upon ft with JUt fern indlOeronro
as If be ecu id not altogether admit* citbar tfcq
poetry or the song.
“There to the third and Jast verse,” herald in an
undertone to Dora, as sho turned from the piano
“Only two are given In the folio.'' *
Bhe took the Ifttlo slip ol paper and thrust it
hastily under ber belt. Home instinct—that sam r
true Instinct which from the beginning hal
guided both bim and ber-mado her know that
this third verse was meant to be read at somo
other time.
Accordingly, when the guiste were gone, an l
shestoed with Leah in the empty parlor, sho for
the first Ume opened the written nllp.
The blocd mounted higher and higher in her
face; and a new and wonderful softness came to
ber eyes a* she read.
“ 'Jf thou wert Life, my darling
And I, thy love, were Death,
We'd shine and snow together
Till Spring made sweet the weather
With daffodil end starting;
If thou wert Lift, my darling.
And I, thy lore, were Doath*” . ir'
Hard Time* In fit. Loots,
From the Philadelphia News.
Want pinches most at present In Ht Louff.
There are estimated to be 20,000 unemployed men
In that city, lfow to afford them any support waa
a problem which hat been Ipgenlonily *oir«d. f«-
slct'l of making the men receiver* of alma and in-
•trad of increasing taxation by a special levy, the
plan has been adofded of taking a collection from
property-owner* and tenants, which has averaged
SI' each and already amounts to 9 > J6,000, and ll U
expected to reach at least f&O,Wh
