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BY THE FIRE.
Within my door, good Damo To-day Spins by the hearthstone bright. And keeps me at my task alway, Till taps my neighbor Night; Then brushes she the hearth, betimes, And bids the wheel be still, And, with her gossip Duty, climbs Tbe path up yonder hill; While neighbor Night and I, alone, Beside the hearth's low flame, . Sit hearkening the wind's wild moan, But speak no word nor name; For neighbor Night, right young Is he, And I have heard It said That, haply, he will some time be With gay To-morrow wed. And I am old. Each hour I track The step of Watchman Time; Bo soon will Dame To-day come back, Then farewell dream and rhyme! But now, with neighbor Night, a Bpaco Is mine, he'll not gainsay, To brood awhllo upon a face My lost love, Yesterday. Virginia W. Cloud, In the Bookman. (Copyright, 1895, by J. D Llpplncott Co. IV. CON'TINCKD. Thinking' it over" nsked for solitude and quTet surroundings; and after leaving Ludlow, Kingbrand walked on up tho valley, skirting1 the base of the mountain until he came to a rough curt road leading toward the summit. He took it because it plunged into the forest and offered shade; and after that he paid little attention to direction or distance until he found himself before what appeared to be an abandoned mine. The mouth of the opening was choked up with broken timbers and masses of rock, and on a hone A nailed to a tree growing out of a crevice just above the tunnel arch ho read: "Mc K abb Tunnel, T. C. & I. Co." The name brought back Ludlow's story of the feud and the lawsuit, and he examined the place with awakening Interest. From the small cleared Rpace in front of the working he could see the extent of the cove with its shelving sides pitch ing down toward the yellow fields in. tho center; and, as there was but one house in sight in the bowllike depres sion, he concluded at once that it wns the home of the Bynums. Turning again to the tunnel, he found that by scrambling over the pile of debris in the entrance he could reach a plucc where the height of the excavation permitted him to stand upright; and when his eyes became accustomed to the dim half-light, he looked about him with the observant curiosity of one who sees latent possibilities for the collecting of literary material from the most commonplace surroundings. There was little to be seen save the ragged walls of coal and a few rusty mining tools; the heading stopped ab ruptly about 30 feet from the entrance, and the excavation was a mere irreg ular gap in the edge of the thick seam of coal. While he was examining a miner's lamp which he found sticking in a crevice, he felt a breath of cold air which seemed to come from above, and, looking up, he saw a narrow rift in the sandstone roof of the tunnel from which the draught appeared to issue. Lighting the lamp and thrust ing it up into the aperture on the end of a stick, he could see that the rift widened above the opening and that it extended indefinitely into the mountain at right angles to the direction of tho tunnel. The opportunities for further exploration seemed promising, and Kingbrand, yielding to an inquisitive impulse, drew himself up into the crev ice by the help of a coal pick. By tho smoky flare of the lamp he could seo that he was standing in a natural tun nel of considerable height, running crosswise of the coal working and com municating with it by the aperture ..through which he had entered. As it was evident that tho latter opening was artificial or accidental, he deter mined to ascertain if there was any other means of egress from the cavern. Turning to the left, tthe exploration came shortly to an end against a wall of broken rock and detritus which completely filled the crevice; re tracing his steps, he pushed forward in the opposite direction, meeting with no obstacle for a considerable distance. The cleft was of irreg ular width, but its walls were perpen dicular and Binooth, rising above his head until their outlines were lost iu the gloom. At several points they ap proached each other so nearly that he .had some dilliculty in squeezing through; but after tho passage of one of the narrowest of theso rocky straits he cume out into a large chamber, in which tho murky darkness was diluted by n thin stream of sunlight filtering through a hole in the roof. He stood gazing upward at the small aperture fur above, wondering if it could bo used as an entrance without the help of a rope ladder. The. question had scarcely taken shape before its answer appeared in the form of a double row of rude niches cut 111 the wan ana run ning in irregular line.i up to the gnsh in the roof. In the fii e damp sand ut his feet he saw the imprint of a man'o boot, and there were nany more of them just beyond it. The explorer ex amined them carefully, and then sat down upon a rock to classify his find ings. "I wonder if I haven't stumbled upon something that'll help Ludlow out?" he mused. "This is evidently an entrance to the coal mine that he doesn't know about. It's quite clear that it has been used, too, and some one has taken a deal of trouble to make it available. I wonder if there's any other way out of the place? I suppose there isn't." He rose and walked across the cham ber 1o the point where tho crevice ap peared to continue its way into tho mountain. There was a narrow slit bowing that the cleft extended utill farther, but the contracted passage was only a few inches in width. Fastening the hook of the lamp upon one of the points of the pick, he pushed the light into tho crevice as far as he could reach, and by this means was able to discern the dim outlines of another chamber similar to the one in which he was standing. In moving the light about to get a better view, the lamp tumbled off and rolled out of reach; and in en deavoring to recover it with the pick the point of the latter became so firm ly fixed in a crack in the rock that he was unable to extricate it. "That was a bright thing to do," he said, pausing to wipo the perspiration from his forehead. "I suppose it would have been all the same if my life had depend ed upon that trumpery excuse for a light. Fortunately, 1 can get out either way without' it." He elected to go back by the way he had come, and when he was once more in the open oir he found that he had just time to walk back to Tregarthen before dinner. On the way down the mountain he debated with himself as to whether it were best to tell Ludlow of his discovery at once. There wns no apparent reason why ha should not do so, but he argued that there was also no occasion for haste; a delay of a few days could make no difference, and in that time ho might be able to gather additional information which would fit into the discovery and so make it more valuable. Taking this view of the matter, he determined to say nothing to Ludlow about the exist ence of the crevlee-cavc; and In reach ing this conclusion ho forged the first link in a chain that was to bind him at a time when he would have given life itself for an hour of freedom. Tassing the furnace on his way to the village, he called for Ludlow, and they walked home together. In answer to his friend's question, Kingbrand replied that he had spent the forenoon on the mountain. "I've been thinking about the story you told me this morning," he added. "Can't you give me more of the details?" "About the feud, you mean?" "Yes." Ludlow complied by giving a minute account of the rise nnd progress of this vendetta, repeating his suspicions about the agency of the Bynums in re tarding the work of tho MeXubb. "What reasons have you for suspect ing them?" asked Kingbrand. "No one else had nny motive for in terfering with us, and I am sure that some one blew down tho roof of the tunnel more than once." "How can you be sure of that?" "I saw the marks of tho blasts, nnd I smelled black powder; our workmen were using nothing but dynamite. Be sides I questioned some of the people living in the valleynenr the McXabb, and several of them had heard the ex plosions." "Did you have the tunnel guarded at night?" "No; 1 didn't reach any conclusion about it until just as we had decided to abandon the work. When we be gin again, as I expect to within a few By the mnoky flare of the lamD he could m thut he wai standing ia a natural tunnel. days I shall leave a watchman there at night." up "The place will ask for a brave man." "I can find oue," rejoined Ludlow, cheerfully. "Don't you want the job?" "I'm afraid I shouldn't be of much use; but I'll take it, if you say so." Ludlow looked incredulous. "That doesn't sound much like the line you took this morning." "No, I know it doesn't; but perhaps I'm a little like the man who wanted a drink of whisky in order to ascer tain what effect it would have on him. I've tried moral suasion on my weak ness until I'm convinced there's no virtue in that kind of treatment, and it has occurred to me that a heroic dose of carnage may be what is needed." "It may be, but I shouldn't go around hunting for the occasion if I were you," replied Ludlow, holding the gate open. 'Terhaps I'll have to," said Ring brand, as they entered the house. "Pos sibly the occasion will hunt me." V. A VENTURESOME VISIT. The preliminary lines of Mrs. Lud low's match-making campaign hail been drawn with such slight difficulty that the small conspirator began to think that there would bo no occa sion for a go-between. Kingbrand'a hospitable welcome by tho colonel, and the easy facility with which he ingrati ated himself at "The Laurels," left lit tle to be desired; and his infatuation was so very evident that it needed noth ing in the way of encouragement. Since hia side of the case was beyond the need of prompting, Mrs. Ludlow directed her efforts toward trying to ascertain his standing with Hester a praincworthy endeavor which the young girl ap peared to take a perverse delight in frus- ' trating. At oue time she would praise him with such outspoken frankness that its very unreserve was a most en- cournging symptom; at another she would criticise him in a manner that was equally disheartening. She had ridden down to spend the day with Mrs. Ludlow on the morning following King brand's introspective journey down the mountain; and on that occasion she would allow no word of commendation to pass unchallenged. "Oh. I don't deny that he's a pleasant companion," she said, in answer to one of Mrs. Ludlow's warm eulogiums. "He could be that and much more with out being a genius." . "But don't you think his literary work is good?" asked her hostess, with a shade of deprecation in her voice. "I don't like it much; he's too ab struse nnd analytical. I never did like an author who insists upon taking his characters to pieces as if they were watches to be repaired." "What an idea! I'm sure Hugh never thought of doing such a thing." "He may not think of it, but he does it just the same. Take that last story in the Miscellany; he covers two whole pages trying to tell why Mary doesn't love Horace, when it's perfectly clear that she does love bim; and he does it just at the time when you're positively dying to find out what has become of the hero. It's enough to make one skip everything but his conversation." "VVhat a merciless critic you are, nesterl" "I'm not a critic at all, but I know what pleases me in a story; and that's one of the things that doesn't." She went to the piano and ran through a brilliant fanliisia while Mrs. Ludlow tried in vain to think of something else to urge in behalf of the much-abused author. "Then there's another thing I don't like nbout his stories," resumed Hester, whirling around on the piano-stool. "That's the way he deliberately takes off the top of a character's head so that you can see what the person Is think ing about. It's perfectly ridiculous; and I told him so the other evening." "Why, Hester, that wns almost vindic tive!" "Xo, it wasn't; he invited it, and then tried to defend himself on the score of being explicit. I told him he ought to give his readers credit for at least half a grain of penetration." "What did he say to that?" "Ho covered his retreat with a well turned compliment about all waders not being so discriminating as as some others." Mrs. Ludlow smiled: "I believe he is quite popular." "Oh, I don't doubt that in the least. I'm only speaking for myself. I like a story with a good strong motive and plenty of life in it; I can go to church when I want to hear sermons." "Hester, you are actually shrewish this morning. One would think, to hear you talk, that Mr. Kingbrand had mortally offended you." "He has, in a wny ; he has spoiled all my pretty fancies about authors. I thought they were a superior race, and here the very first one I meet is sim ply a well-bred gentleman, who re minds you of all tho corrrect qualities of his characters. I think it's too bad." "It certainly is too bad when you can find nothing worse than that to say against him," replied Mrs. Ludlow. "1 was in hopes you would like him." "I do like him, but I'd adore him if lie wasn't quite so correct," rejoined Hester, mischievously. "Just think how delightful it would be if he would only do something dreadfully wicked or absurd just the very thing one of his handsome heroes wouldn't do." "You're quite too incorrigible, Hes ter. I'm not going to say another word. Here comes Mr. Kingbrand with Tom, now, and I shall let him fight his own battles." At the dinner-table the conversation turned upon Ringbrnnd's stroll on the mountain. "Where did you go, Mr. Kingbrnnd?" asked Hester. "I'm hardly familiar enough with lo calities around here to know, but I think I went as far a3 McNabb's Cove." "Then you saw tho homo of our hereditary enemies," she said. "Did you notice a log house in the bottom of the cove?" "I Aid." "I've been telling Hugh the history of the feud," snid Ludlow; "he threatens to write it up." "Why, Ludlow! you know I never hinted at such a thing. Miss Hester, I hope you won't believe anything that he says." "I'm not at all afraid of your put ting the feud into a story," replied Hes ter, with an air of conviction. Kingbrand could not let well-enough alone, and he asked: "Why?" "Because the characters arc all too dreadfully impulsive and natural. Yon couldn't possibly tone them down into correctness, if you were to try ever so hard." Ludlow laughed uproariously: "You don't know how much good that does me, Hester. I've been telling Hugh ail along that he didn't know the first prin ciples of story-writing." "I'm sure I don't know why you should say that," responded tho girl, changing front with nn easy facility tliat made Mrs. Ludlow catch her breath. "1 think Mr. Ringbrnnd's stories are perfectly delightful. I only meant that he wouldn't cure to use such rough materials." Kingbrand glanced up gratefully and saw Mrs. Ludlow trying to look re proachfully at Hester; then the uncon ventionality of it all appealed to him like the turning of a new leaf in the book of experience, and he laughed pleasantly. "Do you know it's quite charming to hear one's self discussed in open meeting?" he said. "In all my life I've never heard so much frank criticism us Miss Latimer and Torn have given me in the Inst few weeks. It's decidedly refreshing, after half a lifetime of meaningless praise on one hand, set off by an equal amount of spiteful abuse on the other. I'll give fair warning now, though, that I mean to turn the tables some line day, und you'll heai me telling Ludlow how to run an iron-furnace, and ' "And Miss Latimer how to hold her tongue," interrupted Hester, mali ciously. "Indeed, I wasn't going to say any such ungallant thing," protested King brand. "You might ns well say It as to think it, "rejoined Hester, meekly. "I know I shall catch myself looking for an im pertinent youny woman in all your fu ture stories." After that the talk drifted back to the feud, and nester related the inci dent of the evening before. "I suppose it must have been one of the Bynums," fche concluded; "though I can't imag ine what his object could have been." "Perhaps it was Uncle Kphraim after a chiekeu," suggested Mrs. Lud low. "Uncle Eph wouldn't come around the front of the house when there were four of us sitting on the veranda," re plied Hester. "May I ask to be introduced to Uncle Ephraim?" inquired Ringbrand. "You've met him," paid Ludlow; " 'Yes, sail, please, sah, t'ank sah.' " "Oh! the old fellow who carried my valise up from the train. Why, I've seen a good deal of him, and he seems to be quite above chicken-stealing. I believe I'd trust him with my pocket book." "You could do that safely enough; he'd bring it back; but that isn't saying he wouldn't borrow a fat chicken if Providence threw one in his way. Un cle Eph is as honest ns the day is long, but he'll bear watching after dark," re plied Ludlow. "However, I ugree with Hester; the intruder wasn't a vagrant or a chicken thief." "Xo," said Hester; "I suppose it was one of the Byuuni boys; and 1 wanted to ask you, Mr. Ludlow, if there had been any new developments lately; can't get anything out of father or Henry." "Nothing that I know of, except well, yes; we've decided to begin work again on the McNabb vein, but I don't sec how that could account for vour visitor; that's distinctly a company uf fair, now." "You may be sure they won't consid' er it so. I'm afraid it will meHii are- turn of the old days of cut clotheslines, and broken fences, ind border warfare generally." TO BE CO.VTISUnD.l BACYLONIAN JEWELS. Remarkable Coins Dcucrlbed by a I'our tRciitU Century Writer. A very curious description of Baby lon found in a manuscript of the 14th century was published in 17S2. "A city," says the author, "rich in the gifts of the ages, safa from disease and distress, where all faces are joyous, and where the three holy rivers How over costly stones, sonic of which dispense a beautiful light, and others give healt'i and strcji;th. There is the emerald, brighter than a mirror; the jasper, which preserves from poison; the gar net, which costs out demons and de stroys serpents; the diamond, which can only be affected by the blood of kids; the topaz, which gives its own color to all it approaches; tha coral, which wards off the thunderbolt; ths hyacinth, of the color of the day, that cures all diseases; the magarila, iormed of dews; in a word, every pre cious stone that possesses miraculous virtue." How these exquisite speci mens of nature's handiwork came into existence is a question dillicult to an swer. We know of what t hey are com posed, but, if we except the pearl, we know nothing of theprocess by which they arrived at perfection; thus is a problem which must bo left to future generations to solve. It has been proved that the materials of which precious stones arc nuide are of the commonest and most plentiful, "and yet," saj;s an old writer, "we think the very henvens concurred with the earth to their 'comniixinn,' nnd so the sun left part of his light shining in them." The diamond, which is so daz zlingly bright and so pure, is in reality nothing more or less than pure carbon; the ruby nnd the sapphire are com posed almost entirely of clay; the em erald of sand or silica, while the peurl is formed of carbonate of lime. This would strike us as memt wonderful if we did not remember that out of tho dust of tho ground (!od made man, whose beauty and value are far above the diamond find ruby. A French writer says: "It would soem as though the mighty creative and organizing power had chosen to manifest its om nipotence by producing its most valu able substances from the most ordinary elements." Think of the combination of circumstancesreriiired in the forma tion of these beautiful crystals to give them the necessary transparency, bril liancy, luster and exact amount of col oring matter for the desired tint, to say nothing of their freedom from flaws and defects. Another circumstance of great interest about precious stones U that they haj doubles so like them selves that it is difficult for the un trained eye to detect the difference, ami yet the one is of great value, while the other has little or none in comparison. Argosy. Getting Kvon. "I think there is someth:ng in the theory that man and wife get to re semble each other, don't you, Mr. Wal lace?" Mr. Wallace (gallantly) Certainly, madam. Mrs. Wallace? Oh! 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