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A CHILD'S THOUGHT.
A little face, arrayed In golden curls, Against the window pane In alienee Ilea; Two dreamy eyes, with wonder filled, look far 1 Away into the depths of evening skies. forgotten toys lie Bcatter'd while she notes The setting sun, fast sinking In the west, Which paints with crimson, purple, shin ing gold. The mists that gather as It sinks to rest. "Mamma," she said, as if from dreams . returned, "Is that the shadow of Ood's house I see There pictured fair among the clouds, The house prepared for you, papa and me?" "Nay, nay, my child, no shadows there are seen, Of palace where our Father dwells on high: The setting sun, while whispering fare-wall Throws back those colors on the ev'r.lng sky. f "But why, my love, does such a question rise? "WTiUo musing there, what dreams have come to thee?" "I only thought. If such the shadows were. How very beautiful the houso must be." -Rev. W. H. Haley, in Chicago Interior. rat Copyright. 189, by J. D. Llpplncott Co. III. Continued. "Do you know, Mr. King-brand, that Tre always had a persistent and haunt ing imprcBsion thnt we've met some t here before'."' Kingbrand was spending the even ing nt the Latimcrs as usual, and they were all sitting1 in the starlight on the rernuda of "Tue Laurels." "You mean before I came to Tregar then, Miss Hester?" ' "Yes, it might have been ages ago." Ilingbrand - smiled under cover of the darkness. "Ferhaps it was. Do yoo Relieve in transmigration?" "I think not," she answered doubt fully. "I believe in the creed." "May I ask what creed?" "I'd think you'd bo ashamed to, ivhcn there is only one or, at most, two." "J stand corrected. Would it be her esy if I asked where I might find thi) one or two?" "Of course not; they're in the prayer book; I supposed everyone knew that." "doing back to your impression again, do you know that I have an ex actly similar one? I am nlmost posi tive that you are right. Can't you help me solve the mystery?" "What's that you-all aro talking about?" inquired the colonel, knocking the ashes from his long-stemmed pipe and crushing a dry tobacco leaf in the palm of his hand for a fresh charge, "Miss Hester was just saying she thought we'd seen each other some where before I came to Tregarthen, and - 1'in almost sure she's right. We were trying to locate the time and place." "Oh, I reckon it's just imagination," replied the colonel, packing the tobacco dust into the bowl of his pipe. "That is, without you've been visitin' the young ladies' schools in Vi'giniu." "Ko, I haven't been doing that," said Itingbrand, laughing, "though it would doubtless be a delightful experience." "That would depend entirely upon your errand," interrupted Hester. "I think most of the visitors used to leave Miss Pelton's with tingling ears; they nhould have, if there's any truth in the old saying." As Ilingbrand was about to reply, he saw a shadow moving in the bushes a lew yards distant. "What's that down Ibere by the laurels?" he asked, rising to get abetter view. At thequestion Harry Latimer sprang from his chair and ran into the house, appearing a moment later with his rifle. As he came out, the shadow darted from the Lushes and glided among the trees on the lawn. Henry saw it, and woul.J H appeared a moment later with hit rifle. have fired if his father had not wrested the gun from his hands. "Seems like you get less sense every day, Henry,"' faspeu tne coionei ureatniessiy. "uow do you know who you were going to shoot at?" "i know well enough, and no do you," replied the young man, nonchalantly, going back to his chair and relighting Lis cigar. "They-all will get you some , day, if you don t get them first." IV. A VANISHING POIXT OF VIEW. When IMngbrnnd left the hospitable mansion on the mountain and began his Iwo-mile walk to Tregarthen, he was distracted by mote different kinds of perplexity than usually fall to the lot of a man of his temierment. The friendly footing upon which he was. established at "The Laurels" gave him opportunitea for constant association with nester which had swept away all bis earlier doubts as to the depth and re ality of his attachment for the girl ; but, assuming that he could win her and he was by no means sure that it was so written in the book of possibilities sho was different enough from his ideal to demand a very disconcerting readjust ment of the lines upon which he had formed his somewhat indefinite plans "for a domestic future. Like most other men, he had painted for his life a pos sible matrimonial background, but in this picture the colors harmonized artistically with the neutral tints of his own Bfudious habits. There was to be a quiet home, with books and works of art, and an atmosphere of thoughtful refinement whose peaceful calm should be ruffled by no rude blasts of passion; a home which should be a small city of refuge from the dlh and turmoil of the strenuous battle for existence. The central figure in this ideal retreat had never been quite clearly defined, but she was to be intellectual and endowed with quick sympathy, and she was to embody the artist's ideal of the other half of himself which should divine with sensitive intuition the subtile thread of genius in his work. A hnsty review of the results of his acquaint ance with Hester Latimer brought out with alarming distinctness the fact thnt she possessed none of the attributes of this ideal, save that, perhaps, her charming individuality made it im possible to say that she was not intel lectual. She was positive and inno cently self-assertive; and she had al ready given him a shock by a very frank and ingenuous criticism of one of his stories which had appeared in a recent number of one of the magazines. She wus essentially of her own day and gen eration; and she apparently knew little and eared less about the subtler dis tinctions of motives and of character which so torment and perplex the student of his kind. Without in the lentrt suspecting it, and being, on the contrary, quite fully resolved to keep in touch with bristling activity of modern life, Hugh Ilingbrand was olready beginning to acquire the intro spective habit of a closet-student; peace and quiejness, nnd a well-selected li brary, seemed to comprehend the con ditions most necessary to his well-being; nnd such an environment with the breezy personality of Hester Latimer for the central figure appeared almost laughably incongruous. To do him full justice, Ringbrand tried very earnestly to reason his way out of the emotional tangle in which lie found himself the more insistently, perhaps, because he felt his powers of resistance slipping away from him in a closer acquaintance with Hester. The experience of those few weeks was en tirely without precedent in his well ordered life. lie had said to himself, in certain self-congratulatory moods, that he had successfully passed the age when passion usurps the place of im partial judgment; that an artist must be so far removed from the emotional side of life in his own experience ns to be able to look upon it with the cool and dispassionate eyo of a critical student; and up to that unlucky moment when he had seen Hester Latimer trip across the platform at Chilwance Junction he found little difficulty In conforming to the artistic requirement. Now, how ever, the point of view seemed to have veered so suddenly that it left him grop ing in u mist of uncertainties, in which he wns sure of nothing but an over whelming desire to possess llestor; a desire which contemptuously pushed aside the arguments of reason as of no weight and quite unworthy of the smallest consideration. And then the incident of the evening tho indistinct shadow in the bushes, Henry's hasty and vindictive Intention, the colonel's interference, and Hester sitting unmoved through it nil. What was the meaningof this warlike episode? Were such things of so little moment in the daily life of the south that they could be passed over without comment'? It would appear so, Bince his hosts hud immediately ignored the incident as though it had never been. ICven Hevtoi had been able to take up the thread of inconsequent conversation again with no visible sign of perturbation or em barrassment. What was the renson for Henry's sudden and savage wrath? Could the intruder have been a common marauder of chicken-coops, or was he a sneak thief hoping to find the house unoccupied because thero were no lights? The sinister meaning in Henry's care less reply answered these questions be fore they had taken shape. Could it be possible that the Latimers were in volved in one of tho cruel vendettas about which he had heard nnd rend? wns that what Hester meant when she said her own family had not escaped? And following closely upon the heels of the latter question came another: If he should enter the family, would he be expected to bear a part in any such irregular warfare? No, that was not quite the way to state it; say, rather, could he reasonably hope to hold the re spect and affection of his wife upon any other condition? The night was cool, and the light air sweeping up the side of the mountain wns grateful and refreshing after the heat of the day, and yet Ilingbrand grew uncomfortably warm ns the in evitable conclusion placed itself like a gigantic exclamation point at the end of his theories. The possession of physical courage in his own proper per son Is not a necessary qualification for tho writer of stories. It is true that he must recognize its existence, nnd he must be upon sufficiently intimate terms with its outward presentments to be able to imbue his heroes with a proper degree of contempt for their personal safety; beyond this, tho exigencies of the art demand nothing, and the artist himself may be the most humble votary of the goddess of common sense. Some such thought as this came to Kingbrnnd as he made his way down the mountain. The successive scenes of his uneventful j life passed in review like the pictures of a retrospective panorama. Xow that he thought of it, he saw that all of his lines of conduct had been drawn well upon the hither side of personal antagonism that he had always been averse to anything approaching an ar bitrament of force. With well-meaning sophistry, he had argued himself into the belief that n contempt for ruero physical courage was a part of the thoughtful man's protest against bru tality and the unconvincing logic of appeals to physical superiority; but he remembered, with a sharp little sting of mortification, that these fine-spun theories hod been swept aside like cob webs on the few occasions when he had been brought face to face with personal danger. It Was not necessary to go far for an example; a flush of shame glowed in his face when he recalled the small fit of terror that had seized him but an hour before, when ho had stood help lessly watching Henry trying to get the dodging shadow within the range of his rifle. After that, his thoughts kept him but indifferent company for the rest of his walk, and he reached Tregarthen, and his room at the Ludlows', without hav ing arrived at any more definite conclu sion than a determination to ask his friend for an explanation of the inci dent at "The Laurels," and to get there with so much of the Latimer history as Ludlow might be able to recite. The latter enlightened him, cheerful ly, on their way to the furnace the next morning. "That was probably one of the llynums," he said; "though why he should risk his skin at such close quar ters I can't Imagine. They're a bad lot, though equal to almost anything, I'm afraid." "Who are the Hynums, nnd why Hut don't make me pull it out of you by littles; tell me the whole story." "Is it possible that you've been in Tre garthen all this time and haven't yet heard of the Latimer-Bynum feud?" "It's more than possible; it's a fact." "Well, it's a long story, but I'll con dense it for you. Old Squire Latimer, the colonel's father, was instrumental in bringing one of u former generation of the llynums to justice for the mur der of a revenue officer. Since that time there's been a running fight between the two families; the squire had his house burned, and subsequently lost his life, presumably at the hands of the fa ther of the present family of Hynums. I qualify because there seems to be a lit tic doubt about the murder part,now, although the squire's neighbors wore well enough satisfied to hang John By num by the summary process of lynch law. Of course the row couldn't be expected to end with a single lynching, and when the boys grew up they began on the colonel. I believe he horse whipped one of them and got a broken arm for his pains ; that was a good while ago, but the feud has lost none of its bitterness with age. It's been stirred up in my time by a lawsuit over the Mc Xabb coal vein, which is situated on n part of the colonel's estate, but was claimed by the family in the cove. Of course the colonel or rather the com pany, in this instance won the law suit, and that didn't help matters nny. We tried to open the ooal vein after wards, but it's my private opinion that the Uynum boys destroyed the working ns fast as we developed it." "What a frightful story of lawless ness!" "It is rather savage, when you come t'o think of it, isn't it? And we haven't seen the end of it yet by several lives, I'm afraid." "But won't the law protect the colonel in the defense of his rights?" "It or public indignation would avenge his death very promptly, but in regard to the other, you'll remember that you must first catch your hnre; these follows don't go around with a brass band announcing their inten tions.' "Still, I should think it would be easy enough to get evidence ngninst them." "Do you ? then suppose you try it. That's a bright idea, Hugh; you are in terested in the family fortihies, and you haven't anything else on your mind. Just turn in and get evidence enough to hang these three Hynum boys, and I'll guarantee the colonel will give you Hes ter out of hand." "I? Clod forbid !" replied Rlngbrnnd, turning pale. "My gifts don't lie in that direction." ' Ludlow glanced at his friend with a look of mingled curiosity nnd concern. "I wns wondering if you'd chnnged nny, Hugh; you used to be a peaceable sort of fellow in college. I can't imagine you in the role of a fire eater." "Go on nnd say the rest of it," said Ilingbrand, bitterly; "you can't imagine me. ns nn adopted member of a fire-eating family. Well, I don't blame you; I can't do it myself." "I shouldn't have put It In any such uncharitable form," responded Ludlow, reflectively, "but, since you've men tioned it, I'll say whnt's been in my mind ever since you told me what brought you to Tregarthen. nester Latimer's husband will have to do one of two things help fight the family battles or refuse-to have anything to do with them. Tho first may cost him his life, and the last will be very Bure to cost him his happiness. I'm no hand to meddle, ns you know, Hugh, but it's well enough to consider' these things before it's too late." "That's the pity of it, Tom," replied Ilingbrand, quietly. "I'm nfraid it's too Inte now. I realized two things pretty clearly last night one was that life without Hester wouldn't be worth living, and the other wns that I'd rather die than have her find me out for what I am." "That's putting it rather harshly; you haven't any good reason for think ing that you are " "A coward say it, Tom; I ought to be able to bear the truth, and thnt is the truth. I know it; I've known it all along, only I've been trying to make myself believe it wasn't so. That's what was at the bottom of all those little things ybu remember in the uni ersity days; you don't know bow I despise myself when I think of it all." "Xo, I don't remember anything but what I said a moment ago thut you were always a peaceable sort of fellow." "That isn't it; it's one thing to be peaceable from principle, nnd quite an other to be restrained by a wholesome fear of consequences. It's always been the latter with me. I can look back over my life and see how I've been con tinually dodging. When I wns a little fellow, the fear of a whipping was the strongest incentive to good behavior, nnd the same argument has held good ever since. You know that, Tom, if you'd only admit it." "No, I don't know anything of the kind." protested Ludlow. "Well, it's true. You remember that affair with Turnbull In the last year when he went out of his way to insult me. You took occasion to praise my self-control, but I want to tell you now that it was the merest sham; I was afraid to resent it, and thut's the truth." "Nonsense!" retorted Ludlow; "you did just right not to demenn yourself by fighting with a cub of an- under graduate." "I'm not arguing about that it's the motive; it was cowardice, pure and simple; there's no other name for it. What are you laughing at?" ."It's amusing to hear you vilify your self. Hut seriously, Hugh, this is a crisis that's got to be met. I take your word for it that you're properly in love with Hester Latimer; if she does you the honor to return your affection which, I take it, is not yet a foregone conclusion why, you're a lucky fel low, nnd you should be thankful enough to fight her bnttles, and those of her father nnd brother if need be. It may not require such a phenomenal degree of physical courage, but it'll' ask for some of the moral variety; and there's always a wide possibility thnt it'll de mand both In heroic proportions. If I were in your place I should fight the battle beforehand; then, if you find you're not going to be up to it, the hon orable thing is to pull out while the girl is yet fancy free. That's pretty straight talk; but you know me of old, and you have invited frankness." They were nearing the furnace yard, and Hingbrand did not reply until they reached the gate; then he grasped Lud low's hand nnd pressed it warmly. "You're a good friend, Tom. I'll think It over nnd try to do ns you ndvise. Only if I can't bring myself up to the mnrk, you mustn't be surprised if I should drop out unexpectedly. I don't believe I could face you or Mrs. Ludlow after thut." TO BE CONTINUED. ARNOLD'S COUNTRY PLACE. Where the Traitor Dure Entertained Ham nnd Eggs Are Now Sold. If you wander far enough through the broad drives and cross the ample fields of Fairmount park, Philadelphia, you will presently encounter a commo dious stone building, surmounting a wooded knoll, set down between two subsidiary ones of the same material, into nnd out of which a small crowd of people, mainly women and children, are constantly passing. It is now known vaguely and generally ns the "Dairy" and is a pleasant enough little place to stop for ice cream, tea and other light refreshments, pleasantly dispensed by a neat maiden, in the em ploy of the lesscs of the house. But probably not one in 1,000 of the persons who so indulge themselves is aware of the fact that this quiet little refectory, with its trim gravel walk in front and its grassy banks in the reur, sloping gently down to the Schuylkill, was once the country seat of Benedict Arnold. It was conveyed to him in 1776 by John Mcl'herson, a Philadelphia mer chant, for 10,240, subject, to a mort gage of 1,700 and a lease to Don Juan Miradlles, the Spanish minister. In this sumptuous mansion, with its high ceilings, decorated walls, massive man telpieces nnd deeply carved oaken doors and windows, Arnold lived and entertained and plotted for more than three years. The north room on the first floor, where the visitor now sips his tea and leisurely munches his sweet cakes, was probably, from its appear ance, the morning-room of Arnold and the gay party he constantly gathered about him. In the fine wide hull, where tie guests were wont to be received with stately courtesy, is now a row of small tables on one side nnd a confec tionery counter on the other. The por tion in front, to which queued gallants and powdered dames were wont to re treat in tho cool of the evening, is now covered with small signs, calling atten tion to the ham sandwiches, ham and eggs and other delicacies that may be procured by the hungry. When Arnold was attainted with treason in 1780 tWs property was con fiscated by the government and was subsequently owned, among others, By Hon. Edward Shippen, chief justice of Pennsylvania; Gen. Jonathan Williams and Baron- von Steuben, inspector gen eral of the army under Gen. Washing ton. It wns acquired by the city of Philadelphia in 1808. N. Y. Press. A Wonderful Change. "Well, how are you, Sniverly?" cx clnimed an erratic Austin man, try ing to thrust his hand into tho un willing, clammy paw of the supposed acquaintance; "how you have changed. Never saw a man chunge so in my life." "My name is not Sniverly," replied the stranger, in a cold, 30-degrees-be-low-zero tone. "Great heavens!" ejaculated the Aus tin man. 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