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-Yoe are not doing it Just for my mke,
Hughl" said the sweet Inclalve yvoe.
"God fortabld There is no questios of
that. Martue.
t1 m gi, lovW e ,thre, dear, amo mwaks,
IIed I me bmt or mue.'
I am ne of 'Marion's msen' as the boays
cll me now, by birth and breeding, for
may great.grundfather was sworn aide and
ally of the nwamp Fos. Hugh Heriot of
that day was his leader's right hand all
through that long hiding and skirlshlang
that so harasaed the Dritish tom swamnp
j and anoras. Mansy a tale bas y grand
ather old ne by the big t~ rep ta at
Harlot of those odd days, till nhy heart and
hed were full of patrieotia. I was fed
on ove for a.y contry from ny brmt a
hembranee do yeat think it will fail me
Marion Lancaster's dark eyes flashed
back the look of her lover's. "Not but
then- Will 1i seem patriotism to the
Has· -to your peope at hoase ?"
"I don't know. I ave a horrid doubt
soasemetiames. But it is my country; I have
no other--uy own grand, magnilicent
country- west north or south. I
IIght for Its unity, against its separation,
for no latitude or longitude. It ny own
people have lived so long in Georgia that
their good Scoteh blood runs thin with the
languor of luxury, I have been here in
these bills long enough to get back the
iron Into mine that lay only in aberance.
I must go, Marion and I must go on the
aide of right. You could not keep me,
dear, and I know you would not."
A spasm of anguish quivered over her
beautiful proud face, but her voice was
true and clear. "I dare not keep you,
Hugh. Women have a sense of honor,
too-a love of country."
"Nonm of them," said Hugh, bltterly.
He was thinking of his claessate and
chum n whose weak lovely little flancet
was doing her utmost to keep hin out of
the arnm, day after day. Hugh looked at
Marion with love and pride in hi eye
"You are the right sort," he sakli as he
drew her more closely to his shoulder. "I
wlsh I knew how things were with Sanldy,"
he went on. "Mother has no one else on
the planitation hut ornelia;l my cousints. I
know have Joined the army of the South.
Georgians orn and bred, though Aunt
('ar was a ConnecticU t woma., like
mother, the a tpkl Joutherners;
they have neithr hmy $ b blood nor my
Northern education. I know well which
way is theirs. I can't blame them, though
I heartily disagree with them."
Marion looked up at her lover with
somethl higher than emotion in her
eyes; his ice and candor mamued her.
In the seethin passions of the time she
bad never efore heard one Juword ut
tered for those whose honest /fnvictlons
arrayed them on the other sic..
"It is well now for your 'mother that
Sandy did not share your strength," she
said, tlnknr with a waan's, instinct
ow lonely Ms. Heriot would be without
either son.
well for neesarla. Had we bothh een
stacOU and vel we shauki both have come
N w e l l fb r ew ei ab f a n a tic a b o u t e N e w
EnIand education-and then we should
boah have fallen in love with you, sweet
heart. What a dilena forou'
"How do you know ." said Miohalf
n. Sandy and I are twins all throubh,
except for ris delicate organisation. He
and I likeJ the same things, dreamed the
same dr.nms, read the same books, are so
alike e,' E mother was at times puasled
ly tell A apart. Old Dr. Severance used
.g .lhat we were, after all, only one
-.sy without D ue enlough for the two
les we 'm a ltied' Into. I alwars
hIt ashamed, in a dull sort of way. to be
so robust when Sandy could not keep up
with me; but he is far the sweeter-nmatured
of the two. You would have loved him
the betor Marion."
"Never!' was the swift. indignant an
So Hugh Hariot enlisted with a North
crn rerimet. parted with his sweetheart
brave , and left her to wait, as hundreds
like her were left in those dreadful days.
Did we know then, shall we ever know
we who carne out scathles--what th.ose
Swomen suffered who. tied hand and foot,
maddened by the poor recurrent routine
of daily life, filled with vague imaginative
terrors, had yet to live and do their petty
duties under the edge of a sword worse
tithan the fabled blade of Damtole.s
Honor forever to that noble army of
m. martvrs! To them no less thtan to those
who lost their lives on the actual h.ttle
ekld should monuments arise and wreaths
e aýered. They were the beating heart
toent troug lfe-klood into the hattling
a sd. and. ob! how often perished with it!
ly the pallor and decay of physical
th. not in the rest and shelter of the
er-strewen grave. but in the broken
the Joyless life, the desperation of
the d1ring. yet behold we live,"
t dea in life that is the greatest if not
last enemy!
-Iftt were other women who suffered
han bMarion Lancaster in this dire
•* lseli, she did not know it; it seemed
" lr no heart could he more torn with
i mety moe tortlure by the silence that
thrhle with dr eadfu~l possibilities.
oan wrrs.
x She did not conskier that her love for
"-.. t Herlot was .a young passion c-arcely
it her hbrast ; that she was bound
an by none of the strong ties of those
had sent their husbands out to war,
crouched dn desolate hearthstones
clinging .l ren about them who
- thntnet t walling orphans
t she d all she could,
Sk after week into month
Ionsth, and" the .iod Y)eal. .am
n she grew thin, pale and WI
s ert had yet ha4 no fury
lagh the few thugs Madem ad heasrd
fron him he behad spoken of hbl
MaI atie to I aply f one at the
arhad enlisted for
the wr. a~d ett at while his trert
laIsted e mat m ight. He was more ne
Sthe aeld that even Marion needed him.
Yet after the Srat yeer began there were
no aore letters, and after the battle of
Lookout Mountain the lists of killed and
wounded came in ao slowly that It was a
long week before the "very last" dsowed
a&on the list of millng, "Hugh Herlot
Majrr ', Tenth Infantryr.
Mi-") C(an words expound what
that ne wrd meant In those days? Not
the sharp blow of "Wounded," which l -
pled po-ss- e lie, and even a hope of Im
mediate repair to the sufferer, and all the
gentle mnintrae to relieve one and con
sole the other, blessed In givinu or takin4.
Not the stun and deolation of "Deads,
that left no wose to fear, nor tantallaed
with the ilnum fatuem of hope: hut that
one word that sortued but did n slay
that hound the victim to the stake and
piled the faoatfa but delayed to light the
re till the wanltlng rew to madnems.
Marion was a warm-hearted, inur na
tire irl, and "Mlsiln" mneant to a
lone capter of surmined aoe. In her
wa our bshe fliured o many andl
such dreadful poIibhlitles that her mke*p
renewed and exaggcratdl, 6she painted
such ufferin for her lost lover, such
terriflc and harassing situationsi, that it
woudd have hben a positive relief to htr
to know of his dek·th; yet alh woukl not
admit it to hernelf. ShlM lit all tlrut Iw-ld
her to life when, Just ans tl' war cea.set,
her widowed nmtlw.r ditl suikklnlly andi
witlhmuat -am- ftrnr-wll .w.l
It would have been better or Marion
bad necesslty fored her to erti.n, but
she had money enough to live on com
fortaby, and so she shut herself in her
tiny house with her old servant, and made
herselfa olitary mourner. Her beautiful
and abundant brown hair mw white am
snow, and her eyes lost their raplkle; but
her health gradually aerted itelf arew,
her constitution was strong and she al
most lived out.o-doors, either in her gar
den, which was her sole amunement and
pleasure, or walking over the beresy bills
of the coumtry about. ihe had never been
half so beautiful when Hugh Heriot knew
her as she was, eight years after, when,
on n May she stoon M
-y lir O ei ngan hawthorn
man ha ere pcad in
thean beside the apple htloeomshe hId
already gatherbsed in a lare aket. The.t
too weme sheaves of pale dnarcirus, trails
of heaven blue myrtle, nbunches of the
later saowdrops and g tulip;: for
it was Memorial da. and never sine its
first observance ad Marion failed to
ca. whatever blormsso she could find rt
e emetery, nd ad ber share to the
honor of the few dead soldiers who slept
in that small and shaded place of rest.
It smote her every year to think of that
unhonored place where her lover's body
rested, for lg ago she bad given up hope
for his lie. Who covered his grave wth
flowers or foliage Who prayed over hls
last sleep? The thought stung bher again
as she took from the doorstep a smaller
basket of wild flowers with which she al
ways demmed the low mound above her
mother, and taking the larger one on her
arm, went over to the schoolhouse, where
the young village girls were makingl
wreaths and bouquets. From there she
went to her msother's grave, and hegan to
adorn it with all the blossoms of wood and
field her mother had loved so much in her
life; she heard the distant music of the
hand hegin to send its wailing requiem
from the church steps, where the pIoceas
-si was Just entering she heard the slow
toll of the hell that always rung a knell in
Altol on Decoration day; she knellt y the
headltone of her naother's restilng-plac
a.md leaning her head against it soabui
bitterly, and spoke aloud ill her re
awakened sorrow, knowinl there was no
ear to hear: "t) Hugh! nmy Hugh! if I
could but know where* you are lyin l! If I
0oukel only swe your grave, it would he a
help! But you have gone out into dark
nees, and the place of your sepullhre, no
manl koweth unllto this day. Why, why
Oa-IhEt I [n tm ' ?
" Marlo," smaki a voke. She lifted wer
quivering lids. Hugh mtodl before her.
With a low cry she fell across her moth
r grave andt lay at his feet.
She knew no more till she came hack to
life on her own sofa, with Hugh kneeling
besidke her, and the village doctor drop.
s enome punglent fluid slowly into er
ps. She looked at her dead-alive lover.
w th anxious, asking eyes.
"1 am not Hugh; I am Sandy:" Ie saki
-mdly but distinctly. Yet he was Hugh to
her eyes and her heart; every line an
swered to line in the strong fnle face. ex
cept that it was older, darker, nore worn.
as it well might he after the stress of war;
the smile war sadder and sweeter than
ever Hugh's had been but it was HughL.
voice in tone and accent.
There was a long story to tell when Ma
rion could listen; but through it all she
felt a strange and ghastly sense that she
was listening to a tale from another
world, was following a sound in the dark.
Alexander Heriot was indeed the true
image of his beotter; he had been tall and
pale and delicate in his youth; but when
the war broke out, anmid he openly avowed
his opposition to the course of the South,
he was obliged for his m.nther's aind his
ile's sake to take refuge In the ImIountain:s
till he could find a way to joini the arnty
of the North, as he kmnew Hugh haul done.
The out door life and enforced exercis_.
restored him to perfect h.alth, anrd inl six
months he had found the U'nion armiy, Ixut
not Huh and volunteering inlto th..
ranks, had fought well and bravely till
peace camen; theln he wemnt back to his na
tive place, only to find hi. mother dtead
anld his sister the bride of a clay, widowedi
and alone, hut bitter against himu withi
that Intense bitterness that onlly exists
between those who are kindred and have
been dear to each other.
These, too, he found the report of Hunh
as "niusings; and havig no home--for
his sister had sone to her husband's
friends in Savannah--anld no means to
muaake the plantation remunerative. Ihe
sold it for a small sum, and dividing tlr.
proceeds with ('ornelia, devoted thimnself
to tracing Hugh.
At last. by one of those aciidents we
ouglht to call "provklents" he discoveredl
his blwoher' klnapmack in the hut of a
poor man tnot far from the battlefleld
and. by dint of rewardt offlreal, iar((Il
that the man from whorn that knaLpsack
was taken had crept away mnortally
wounded to the shelter of a few haIsheN
during the fight. and had Ibeen found
there by tLw "cra.k(er. who took pos)e
liomn of his arms and his accoutrements.
"But he Iadle a grave for our rxxw
Hugh, Marion." Alexander saitl, with a
trembling voicke-"a grave wnhere tkora
tionrs never fail. The fellow showed nm.
where he buried himu, between two IinNe
trees. On 0ole of thenm clilmn a ('lt'rokee.
rose that drops its thick white .etals on
the sad, and wild blossoms have trailed
all over the mound. till it is fair as yoNer
mother's grave to-day. I could but thoink
when I saw it that the God fl tln. brave
and the loyal had not forgotten Hugh's
lonely pillow in the wilderness."
After leaving his brothtr's pIlace of rest,
~lexander had opened his knamawudr)sk and
found in it Marion's letters and hIr pirk
ture. As Hugh had makl, the twin brotlnhrs
were alike in every fbher, and Alexankder's
heart opened at once to enshrine the love
ly woman Hugh had adored and left for
his country.
But what had he to offer hewr? Before
be dared venture to u11 his brother' place
he must have a boane to which he could
ask Marion; he could not honorably ask
b er to i aNre his powrt, for it was utter.
aefore long. however, he ft*Hnd a plac
In sw the new nserprrI of he
Sogth; werked there a manfully as -e
bad ought, aud Ue as son as his pos
tion w asu agure an he ruld ask an ab
atence from the work, he camew to the
North, and arriving at Almto on Memorial
day, was directed where to find Marion at
her rmother's grane.
Her whole bears went out to him as moon
as he spoLke for to her te was Hugh. and
no other-the aspeet, the voce. the man
ner, even the ver% thoughts he shared
with her, were all Hub's, and the man's
nehllty fortade him to feel one Jealous
pang when, without even knowinq It, over
and over sba gave him bhis brother's name.
Nor did she delay her narriage, as hb
feared might he her wish.
"We have been engaged on long." sh
answered him, whenshe asked her, "that I
do not feel that It Is haste. Dear Sandy.
Hugh told me I shoalkl love you if I knew
you, better than I lovedl hiln. Perhap I
shall; yet always I shall think that =Ie
rationl day was also resairretlon day to
lme."- -Hlrperi Bazar.
mask Twais aen lstervlsw.
In a letter to the Bostoe Joarema William
J. Bok, of New York, writes as follows:
Not long ago I was permitted the pleas
-ea of a talk on literary and other matters
with Mark Twain, with a view to puhlkca
ti.s. Desiring that my report of the in
terview should be aerurate. I ment the
manuseript to the humorist for his appro
val. The following highly interestin let
ter was the answer it evoked. While I
have perfect faith in the value of the ei
greused Lnterview as wrtttn, Mr. ('lemn
enmts' desire will, of course suppress its
publication. The letter printed belw is,
however, an ample substitute for the l..
tended "talk."
My lAmr Mr. Hink: No, no-it is like
most interviews, pure twakdle and value
les.
For several quite ain and simple rea
sons an "Interview' mutu, as a rule, he an
absurdity. And chiefly for this reason:
It is an attempt to use a hoat on land, or
a wagon on water, to speak flguratively.
Spoken speech is one thing; written
speech Is quite another. Print isa proper
vehicle for the latter, but it isn't for the
foareer. The nmoment "talk" is put into
print you recognise that it is not what it
was when it you t you perceive that
an immnse sonmethin has disappeared
frwm it. That is Its son. You have noth
na hbut a dead careass left on your hamts.
(Color play of feature the varying modu
latinus of voice, the laugh, the sumile, the
Informing Inflections, everythin that
gave that body warmthi, graceirlendli
ness and charm, and commended it to
your affection, or at least to your toer
an, is oe, and nothin is left but a
palld., stiff and redolsive cadaver.
bucah I "talk" osinvaribhly, as you
see it lying in state in an "Interview."
The Interviewer seklom tries to tell one
bow a thing was maid lie merely puts in
the naked remark amd stops there. When
one writes for print his methods are very
different. He follows forms which have
hut little resemblance to conversation,hut
they make the reader undleruta.l what
tbe writer is trying to convey. Amid when
the writer is snaking a story and finds it
necessary to report some ofe hetalk of his
characters, observe how cautiously and
anxlously he goes at that risky and
"If ht hKddlamred to -my that thing it nay
-presen.e," said Alfred, takilag a manc
wirnokc attitudet and coanting atn arch glaet
upmo the comnpanly, "'blood would have
.lowed."
"If be had dared to ray that thing in nay
Iwasece, sakid Hlawkwood, with that ill
hais eye wlich coa. edl namio, thai. otne iteart
itn that guilty assetabhlage to quake. "hblo ml
would lhave flowed."
"If Ie had dared to may that thing i nayt
piem .ncei " muid the paltry thhmate.rer, with
vaklor on ila 1,tongue and wa ullr on hilt lilr
"blood would hLave, tflwed."
So sainfully aware i tlwe novelist that
tuakedi talk ill print enaVwtys tSo IaHseanilmg
that he loads, a. d in often or'erltals. ahlmolwt
every utterance of hlin clarac(ter with ex
lastiations sald inaterpretatiolss. It i a
loud .nltifemsion that print is a poolr nehi
cle- for "talk: " it is a recognlition thlat us.
interrupted talk in lpriet would result it
colnfusloi to the readler, not ilnatnsction.
Now, in your llatervkiw you have eer
tainly been most accurate; you lave set
dowmn the menteInces I utteret as I said
themll. But you have not a word of cx
planationa; what any nmanaer was at 3ev
eral points is not Indicated. Theref-re.,
-ao reader cat possIhly know wlhere I was
in eartnest and where I was JIoakila; or
whether I was JokIsgi altegetiter, or In
earnest altogetler. huich a report of a
con.versation hma no value. It east counvey
mianay Iusamulings to the reader, hut never
the right oie. To adkd interpretatiaonls
which would cosavey the right neallilma is
a somnething which would require--what?
A. art so hilgh and nBte and difficult that
no possmesor of it would ever he allowed
to waste it omn interviews.
No; spare the reader anmd spare ne-;
leave the whole interview out; it is nrsb
bish. I wouldn't talk ill ny sleep if I
conkln't talk better thass that.
If you wish to print aythllilng, print thins
letter; it may have l.(as(w alise. for it Iasa
explaiin to a reader here alcd thre why it
is that in illterviews, an ai rile. i(sien aw4esIr
to talk like aUylhllly but thllet.aelvems. Nina
ce rely yours,
MAItK TWAIN.
Two Throrlfr.
Frtnl the New Vrtk Weekly.
Folt blMther ien lan*ln..er c-ar with tier
c(hildren. -"It jui.t wcarued iln wwlHel I readl
-olnllny! Stop) pulling flo)wEro off tlhe
la.y'Is hlnnet--t wlh*nl I readl in tlhe pape.r
Hicharlnl! You miust keepl ylour heal ill
tIh i.e par the outher day thast -(;G..ge.! If
)llu put youlr tkkyt htlIds IOII tliht lasLtb
d.u rs agail l IlIt thrash you-tihe olther h
that a womlaul went crany- Rkl.are!
Ikn't y'ou dare slap that little girl -wlhen
I read that a wonasn went crl.y jIust frolna
th edliwsomfort. of thlI--Johm)ny! .?Stop
punlllhinl that gentlemuanm---tf the lJourney
hi a railroal train. I wotidtr if ishe had
childrne. with helr?"
Laly lquietly-P-"Pcrhals nniosw other
Wonanli haLd."
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