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NRY RUSSELL MILLER,
he Wan Higher Up"
ight. 1911, by the Bobbs-Merrill
isoiately none, the senator an
promptly And he added sin
with a pertinence the scope of
he did not comprehend, "If
were moie clean men in polities
would be less room for the ras-
A'llham Murehell. as he thought,
his joung friend, John Dun
.e. to the wheels of his organiza
ews travels swiftly and by myste
JS a\enues in New Chelsea. That
emng at supper Judge Dunmeade
ngratulated his son
"I am glad" he said ponderously,
that you hi\e entered the service of
Miss Roberta, the judge's sister,
inifted disdaintull.v Does that mean
••You can't stop tc hit every ugly head
that pops up."
pulling chestnuts out of the coals for
Pussy Murehell? You better keep out
of politics, John. There'll be trouble.
I feel it in my boaes
"Robeita.' chuied the judge, "it
doesu he in a Emnmeade's mouth to
apeak disparagingly of one ^\ho has
placed our tamily under such ohhga
turns as has William Muichell
"Meaning your judgeship I sup
The jud^e stiffened visibU I tin4
my own charactei and abi'itx bid
jsomethmg to do -with that
"Are you dependiLg on thorn to make
you a justice?" 11 was an open se
cret in the Dunrae.de family that the
Judge aspned to erd his days on the
supreme bench of tie state
He treated the jite to the silence it
deserved, and Miss Roberta, who did
not ignore the ^alu of the last word
In a tilt, tnumpnaitly rose from the
table and left the oom Hugh Dun
meade was held his neighbors and
hitherto had beer accounted by his
son a good man, 1 just judge and an
exemplary citizei. His dicta, judicial
and pnvate. carred great weight in the
community. Aid he seemed troubled
by no question of—not having formu
lated the distubmg doubt. John called
"I hope," .adsre Dunmeade contin
ued, "you ann't falling into your aunt
habit of losing a gift horse in the
"Then it-this nomination—will be a
gltt from "iurchell?"
"You co idn't have it otherwise."
"And jju see nothing wrong in
"I mysef should be glad to have his
support &r any office I might seek."
The juo regarded this answer as
sufficien "I'm glad you have it It
shows us friendship for us continues.
And." he cleared his throat signifi
cant), "it augurs well for other hon
ors tt—abera—our family."
To little creases settled between
Siss Roberta was a vigorous spin
atr of sisty whose caustic tongue
*«ed. not always successfully, to hide
te kindly impulses of her heart. She
}as a lady of many violent dislikes
land a few equally violent friendships
Later in the evening she found John
ilone on the western porch staring np
lto the skv The prophecy of the
sornlng's red sunrise was about to be
^fulfilled it was evident that a storm
"Steve Hampden," Miss Roberta re
rked in a carefully casnal tone, "*is
tome. And Katherine," she added.
i"You go and call on her Go to
|4,Can*t I have"—he yawned—"an
Anointment with the sandman. 1
In't sleep ranch last night.J1Won't
she keep? She seemed healthy enough
'the last time 1 saw her. Regular lit
tle red headed tomboy, she was."
"She mightn't stay long." Miss
Roberta's tone implied that this__con
tmgency would be little short of ca
lamitous. And Warren Blake is danc
ing after her already."
I "Dear Aunt Roberta. Warren never
In his life did anything so frivolous as
danciug Why are you in such a hur
Sy to have me fall in love?"
"I don want you to gi ow old and
crabbed and—and lonesome—like me
"Why—whv, Aunt Roberta, 1 didn
know you telt that way You musn't,
you know.' he said gravely, and pat
ted her hand affectionately, from
which unwonted demonstration she
hastily snatched it away.
He laughed Thei e's time enough
for mating anjhow I'm only thirty
and, besides what could I offer a girl,
even it I weie so reckless as to fall in
"\ouiself Miss Roberta could not
entirely iepr.ess a hint of pride
"Those spectacles you're always los
ing must be rose colored. I'd want to
offer something more than myself.
Aunt Robei ta—something of achieve
ment that would prove my worth 1
ccnldn't kne a woman who could care
for a little, futile man When I ve
done something, then"—
"I knott what you're thinking John
ay Don go into politics
'T\e got to. I don't want to go all
my life as I have done, drudging along
for a little money, drying up in the
routine, my outlook narrowing. I'd
have nothing to show in justification
of my living Why, I'd be no better
than Warren Blake, Aunt Roberta."
One might, by a stretch of the im
agination, have called the sound Miss
Roberta emitted a laugh
I Across Main street from the couit
house square—scene of Daniel Web
stei'a famous speech, the war time
demonstrations and the annual rally
stands a red brick, white porticoed
mansion in the style we distinguish as
colonial This house was built in the
early thirties by Thomas Dunmeade,
founder of New Chelsea, then in his
eightieth year, a period of life when
his thoughts should have been center
ed on heavenly glories, but were, in
fact, busied with the cares and vani
ties of this world.
Thomas lived just long enough to
install himself in the new house. Then
he died in an apoplectic fit following
a choleric denunciation of Andrew
Jackson. The title to the house de
scended to the pioneer's son, .Robert, a
gentleman of parts, who, as founder
of the flour mills, brought commercial
consequence and as congressman for
one term the honors of statesmanship
to the town of his nativity. His son
was Hugh, the soldier and later the
judge of the house of Dunmeade.
Miss Roberta and John were sitting
under a tree the front yard. It was
Sabbath afternoon in New Chelsea.
"I wonder," mused Miss Roberta,
"how Steve Hampden liked the ser
"He probably wasn't listening."
"Warren Blake walked home from
church with Katherine," she. remarked
"She was there, then?"
"Didn't you see her?*'
'"I heaid the stir when she came in
but. strange to relate. I was more in
terested in the service, and I forgot to
look her up after church
"Why won't you go to see her?"
John rose with a sigh of resignation.
"Aunt Roberta, you are a woman of
one idea. I see I shall have no peace
of mind until I've paid my respects to
this gilded lady. I go!"
He could never repress a smile when
he saw the Hampden place. Almost
within the span of his memory its evo
lution—it was always called a "place"
—keeping pace with its owner's for
tune, had been wrought The first
house on that site had been a five
room frame cottage, built just before
the war when Stephen Hampden was
manager of the Dunmeade mills. It
Is said that he laid the foundation of
his fortune a certain contract for
army horseshoes. In the seventies,
being then owner of Plumville's lar
gest iron foundry, he inaugurated the
custom of returning to New Chelsea
for the hot months. The little cottage
was torn down. In its place was rear
ed a red brick house, liberally adorned
with turrets and scroll work in the
Btyle of that period
The foundry grew—even outgrew its
owner, whose taste, if not his talents,
ran to speculation rather than to pro
duction. He sold out and went to the
Steel city to pursue fortune via the
bourse and the real estate market In
these days New Chelsea saw him and
his family only semioccasionally. The
house with the turrets had attained the
dignity of a "country place." Then
New Chelsea heard that Steve Hamp
den had been admitted into the envi
able and exclusive circle of million
aires With wealth and travel came
taste. The "country house" was re
modeled. The turrets were razed
wings were added to the house the
Iron picket fence was removed and a
hedge planted in its stead. Not all the
architect's devices could make of the
house a thing of beauty, so ivy was
planted and trained to enshroud its
baked uglines** A few years with na
ture, assisted by the English garden
er, and the transformation was com
But not enough, for New Chelsea
knew of another sti ucture in course of
erection on the tivst of East Ridge, to
be the "palatial residence," as the
Globe took pleasure in reporting, "of
our fellow citizen. Stephen Hampden,
who it is hoped will be often In our
Sunset. W~ ^Ipjll?-.
BUTLER answered. John's
ling and on inquiry informed
him that the ladies of the
Hampden family were not at
"Will you wait, sir?"
"No And John turned away. He
walked out into the country across the
bridge at the confluence of North
Branch and South Branch, where rises
Grant's Knob He followed the path
that lead^. corkscrew fashion, to the
crest of the knob, and there, in the
thick of the shade of a big walnut
leaning against an old bowlder that
had crowned the knob longer than John
could remember, sat the object of bis
He had an instant to look at her be
fore she observed him, and smilingly
he availed himself of it And very
charming. v»ry alluring she was to his
eyes her light summery gown and
the big. soft leghorn hat with its flow
ers and leaves dancing in the breeze
An open book lay in her lap. but she
was not reading Through half closed
eyes she was gazing dreamily at the
hills that marched away into the blue
He took a itep toward her She
heard him and looked up.
"Hello'" he said
"Good afternoon Her salutation
was verv cool indeed.
"Of course if vou don't want me to
"It isn-'t mv hill
He laughed outright. "Her tactics
never wary, it seems." he remarked
"Effective, though. Queer, isn't it
how attractive a girl becomes when
she puts on that frigid, speak to me if
you daie manner?"
"You were very stupid not to know
me the other day
"But I remembered you"—
"You mean vou forgot all about me
—"as an impudent, long legged, frec
kled tomboy with red hair while you"—
He paused deliberately.
"My hair was never red," she replied
Suddenly the clouds broke away. She
returned to him with a laugh. "Oh, 1
can't keep it up. But where did you
get your courage? You weren't nearly
so brave the other morning. I've been
here six days Why haven't you come
to see me?" she demanded.
"Well, you see," he began lamely to
explain, "I've had a good many impor
tant things to think about and"—
"And I was neither important nor in
teresting. You need practice, I see."
"But you are."
"You really find me interesting?
You know. I've worked hard, very
hard, to earn the involuntary, generous
compliment 1 am about to receive."
"I do—surprisingly so." he responded
"You needn't be so surprised." she re
torted. "I was always rather present
able in spite of the freckles, only you
wouldn't condescend to notice it. Yon
didn't like me"
"But you were such a pesky little
nuisance, you know Let me see," he
added reflectively, "that was—yes, ifs
been ten years since I last saw you.
Not counting the other morning, of
"No, eight." she corrected him. "You
saw me after the big game, the time
you saved the day You walked right
by me, looking straight into my eyes,
and never recognized me You were
too anxious to reach Adele Whitting
ton and be made a hero of by her. She
was as proud as—as I'd have been if
I'd had the chance—to exhibit you
"How is Adele?"
"Oh. she's dreading thirty, is fighting
down a tendency to fat, has begun to
paint and often asks abont you. Are
you still in love with her? And am I a
cat to talk so about her? And has she
had many successors?'
"No to all three questions. She gave
me a bad three months, though."
"I'm glad of it," she declared venge
fully. "Didn't you know 1 was terribly
in love with you? That's what made
me such a pesky little nuisance Oh,
you needn't look so shocked since it
was only calf love and 1 have quite re
So while the golden afternoon waned
they exchanged pleasant nonsense. His
spirits rose unaccountably. He was
very boyish, very gay. Sometimes they
rose to half serious discussion that
skipped lightly and audaciously about
from peak to peak of human knowl
edge. She had tra% eled much with her
father, who, it appeared, had "really
learned how to travel," having to make
the most of his limited leisure. She
knew places not starred in Baedeker
quaint, obscure corners of the earth,
full of color John helped out this part
of the talk with questions more or less
intelligent She was pleased to com
mend his interest
"One could almost believe you had
been there You would enjoy these
places. I know Not every one does.
I'd love to vi«it. not do, them with you
sometime" V^^J J*'
"I'd like to very much tfut." be an
swered simply. "I'm afraid it will be a
long. long time before 1 can afford it."
She turned and surveyed him thought
fully. "Now. 1 like thatr—tbe way you
said it. I mean Yon speak of it in
such a matter of fact way. as t&ongh
the lack or ^possession of money were
really of no great importance to you."
jeaTIt slipped out." lie confessed. -1
don't like to seem to pose ^1 make,
enough for my immediate needs, of
course, and some day I expect to have
more—thorigh not wealth as yon prob
ably measure it."
"I'm not sure hether it- is really
important to me 1 da not like the
tilings it buy? Rut even more 1 like
to think of the power it represents.
Ifs that and the game of getting it"
that makes men want'money in lairge
had heard concerning Stephen Hamp
den's rise to wealth and he put a guard
upon his lips 5
"I don't know much about it I fear,"
which was entiie! true, "After col
lesre 1 went to iw school, then settled
here The tamilv name and father's
being a judge helped ^me to a quick
start, I suppose Since then I have
done about as well as the average
young law\er in a small town That
IB all It is erv commonplace
"That doesn explain why you are
wanted by a whole county. It's your
chance to escape the commonplace.
Isn't it' Popularity means power and
power is splendid always—I'm primi
rive, you see I would use it, re\el
in it, make it lift me into the high
places Dart savs every one believes
you have a big future Which is good
evidence that \ou have a big future,
"The wisdom of twenty-three1" he
"Oh. you wont take me seriously!
Dad says I hue the most intrusively
Together They Went Slowly Down Into
executive mind be ever met He is
very nice about it He often asks me
what I think of things and men"—
"And then forms his own opinions?"
"That," she sighed, "is the disap
"Did you plan that?" He pointed to
a grove of trees on the crest of East
ridge, through which gleamed the
white stucco walls of that palatial resi
dence so frequently mentioned in the
"Yes Do yon like it?"
"I haven't seen it except at a dis
tance. But why in New Chelsea?"
"Why not."" she argued, with spirit.
"Aren't our hills as beautiful as the
Berkshires and the air as fine? Why
shouldn't we enjoy the place the mouey
comes from? Dad says a lot of money
is to come from this valley in the next
His face became suddenly gia\e
Thinking, of her last words, he looked
down at the quaint, old fashioned
drowsing town that lay at the foot of
the knob Par away across the hills
hovered a perennial cloud, smoke of
Plumville's mills Already it was be
ing whispered that the sudden return
of the captain of finance, the building
of the big house with its air of perma
nence, were not without commercial
significance John was a young man
given to sentiment
"I was thinking of New Chelsea," he
said dryly "So the old order chang
eth. The world of fashion and finance
comes a-knocking at our door Our
peaceful valley is to be exploited."
"Can't you see the world moving—
and New Chelsea with it?"
He was not .looking at the shadow,
but at her, silhouetted against the sky.
strong with the strength of women
whose fathers have toiled close to the
soil, eager, palpitating with life, for
life. He wondered curiously what
manner of woman she was, what lay
under the precocious hardness that
could see only the picturesque in a
ramshackle, poverty stricken Italian
village and could dismiss with a care
less laugh the fate of a chick in a
The line of shadow passed the sum
mit of East ridge. The valley lay in
twilight They watched until the sun.
"Shall we go down?"
Together they went slowly down into
the valley and its twilight to her home
"We have now seen," she said, "a
sunrise and a sunset together."
'And the evening and the morning
were the hrst day,"' he quoted smil
"1 wonder what the next day holds."
"Aunt Roberta." he laughed, "hopes
that I'll fall in love with you."
"How perfectly absurd! Although it
might redress the balance, unless," she
added demurely. "1"should suffer a re
turn of my youthful malady-"
"Which would be doubly absurd. Ifs
like chickenpox Having had one at
tack, you «re thereafter immune."
tfhay fauoM gayfyf
On the terrace little tabti
and John renewed his acquaintance
with Stephen Hampden, a short,
stocky, pleasant voiced man. who in
so way resembled the marauding pi
tate that rumor had him Also with
Mrs. Hampden, a feulv who toiled not
h6r spun, but waS always tired .injt
talked Jn a languid honeyed voice.
a shy, faded old woman, frightened In
the presence of "society folk,** and
not altogether happy in the Sunday
splendor of best black silk and bon
net Mrs. Hampden said Newpoit
would be deprived of the Hampdens'
presence that summer, because she
had the new bouse to open and, more
over, preferred to remain with her
husband, who bad important business
matters to oversee
"She means." Katherine whispered,
"that dad caught a tartar in Wall
Later the Blakes rose to leave. Wai
ren with surprising tact covering the
awkwardness of his mother's fare,
wells, and thea, unostentatiously ?eu-J
tie. escorting her away
Hampden caught his wife yawning
daintily "Well. Maria, since you're so
tired, we might as well go in and leave
these young people to themselves The
chaperon has no standing In New Chel
(To E CONTINUED)
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fHE TWINS' BANNER.
A Thanksgiving Story by
Mrs. H. L. Monty.
[Copyright. 1912. by American Press Asso
was ten years ago that Myra
Marchmont came to Larch wood
and opened a ladies' furnishing
store. She was alone in the
world and considered the raising of her
orphan niece and nephew her duty.
They were twins, and their future she
considered to be" her sacred care.
Each Thanksgiving since coming to
Larchwood she bad entertained the
pastor and his family, and this com
ing Thanksgiving she was making
greater preparations than ever for
their annual entertainment.
The twins' names were Clarice and
Clarence Brown. Very commonplace,
the names, but the children? The
neighbors said it was no wonder My
ra's hair was turning so gray and that
it was a good thing she had no love af
fair, for the twins would shatter an
Idol of brass.
They were babes in long clothes
when she brought them to Larchwood
and began her career as foster mother
Not that she really felt capable, but.
devout in all her Christian work, she
felt that the strength and wisdom
would be given her for the task, and
she took up the burden with a light
and happy heart. She built air castles
and wrought pretty clothes for thein
at the same time. The former were of
short duration—a habit of air castles—
and the latter lasted but little longer,
when the twins got to scrapping.
The turkey with the chestnut stuff
ing was in the oven, where the mod
erate fire would have It done to a turn
when the dinner hour came. The
pumpkin and mince pies were tempt
ingly arrayed on the pantry shelf.
The dining table had been lengthened
and set with the best linen and china
and everything ready for the usual
The twins were unusually restless
and held many secret conclaves, which
Myra was too busy to notice.
"Ain't you tired most to death of the
same bunch ev'ry time?" asked Cla
rice, her freckled pug nose going up
another degree. "He said somethin'
last Sund'y 'bout pastures new. What
yon s'pose he meant?"
"Well." and Clarence, straightened
himself np with an all important air.
"why—why, he said to feed the hun
gry, and in course it's to go to a new
pasture for em, which Aunt Myra
"Humph, sma'ty! Think you're
ema't, don't you? You knows a lot,
you do!" And Clarice flipped her
apron in his face, a signal for a scrap
"My nose ain't pugged, flat and frec
kled," he began, when—
"My hair ain't the color of carrotsf'
she tempted. Then followed a scram
ble fpr supremacy
From the chair she triumphantly
waved his tie, while from the dresser
top he held aloft her slipper
Their scraps always ended in a hap
py makeup, for they were too light I
hearted and jolly to hold a grudge
and they were lovely children in spite
of their pranks
^Myra and the twins departed for
church to bear the annnal Thank««nv
tug sermon, after which sue wouiu
conduct the minister add bis family to
home for dinner, jsbe* let the
twins sit in the side row this morn
ing while she went to her pew in the
front, AH were bowed in a prayer of
divine thanks, wheu up went Clarice's
index finger, flipping a straight line
ttom the tip of her pug nose to the
brim of Her oat Harmless movement
to others, but it ,was a signal, and
Clarence responded with, his finger on
his lips. The minister kept the con
gregation bewed prayer, and silent
the twins stole out of the church.
They scampered for home «a fast as
their feet could carry them,'and when
they emerged from the bouse they
marched dowo street triumphantly
carryiijs a banner between them.
•ry one woadertua what the tw
were up to now. but they were pur
posely unconscious of it all. for their
banner, read: "Church Dinner! Come
Ail! Follow Us!" Right to the depot
marched the mischief makers, for tht?
passenger tram was just whistling in
"And we'll get some one awfully new.,
and you must carry his v'lise," Clarice
3aid slowly a
Thei did get some one. Miie enoii,rii
A gentleman looking from the eoac-te it
window ^aw tde banner, smiled o\etr
the ineuiones of the old home churctt/j**^
dinnert. and. traveling uowhere in par-*
ticular. he alighted and asked them te»..
conduct him to the dinner i'hey joy
fully trudged up street to their home.,
showed him into the parlor and toki
him the folks would soon come and
then dinner would begin.
"Golly. Clare, you're a brick Vm
wond'nn' what Aunt Myra'll say."
"I don't care! He's a hungry—one
of them they preach about, and we'll
feed him Did you tack the sign up?"
Aunt Myra and her guests stopped
in amazement as the sign loomed up*
before them. The minister smiled
knowingly, for be had twins of bis
own, and what one didn't think of the
"It's all right Sister Marchmont- It
is a church dinner after alt"
Myra was halfway across the parlor
before she noticed that there was an
other in the room He had risen at
her entrance and stared at her in sui
"Myra!" he gasped.
"Arthur—Arthur, how came yoo
here?" she faltered
Then followed explanations, and the
twins' guest, Arthur Templar, was in
"I'll bless those twins and their
banner all the rest of my life," be
said. "Myra took upon herself alone
the task of raising these twins and
quietly left her old home, hiding her
self so completely that I've searched
ail these years in vain. Only for these
twins and their banner, which recalled
Old home ties. I'd be miles from hero
now I'll stay if Myra-is willing ana
the minister will see that Myra bas a
permanent helper in raising the twins
"He's lovely!" commented Clarice
"And he told Aunt Myra he'd have
the banner framed," answered Clar
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