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TO OWE NRY RUSSELL MILLER, Author of he Wan Higher Up" ight. 1911, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company TroNTiwrED.] 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 tour paity Miss Roberta, the judge's sister, inifted disdaintull.v Does that mean A *_ ••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 pose" 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 it propriety "I hope," .adsre Dunmeade contin ued, "you ann't falling into your aunt habit of losing a gift horse in the mouth" "Then it-this nomination—will be a gltt from "iurchell?" "You co idn't have it otherwise." "And jju see nothing wrong in that?" "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 Jori's eyes 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 ras brewm? "Steve Hampden," Miss Roberta re rked in a carefully casnal tone, "*is tome. And Katherine," she added. "Yes?" negligently i"You go and call on her Go to jbt" |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 love?" "\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 mon?" "He probably wasn't listening." "Warren Blake walked home from church with Katherine," she. remarked significantly "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 plete. »t 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 midst.* CHAPTER |IK* Sunset. W~ ^Ipjll?-. BUTLER answered. John's ling and on inquiry informed him that the ladies of the Hampden family were not at home. v_ "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 quest. 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 distance 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 stay"— "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 coldly. 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 promptly. "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 course "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 covered. Quite!" 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 til JL 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, isn't it9" "The wisdom of twenty-three1" he laughed "Oh. you wont take me seriously! Dad says I hue the most intrusively Together They Went Slowly Down Into the Valley. 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 pointing fact" "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 Globe. "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 few years 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 hawk's clutches The line of shadow passed the sum mit of East ridge. The valley lay in twilight They watched until the sun. sank "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 tagly 1 "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. were set 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 street" 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 sea." (To E CONTINUED) "Tells the Whole Story." To say that Foley's Honey and Tar Compound is best for children and grown persons. Contains no opiates ates tells only part of the tale. The whole story is that it is the best medicine for coughs, colds, croup, I bronchitis' and other affections of the throat, chest and lungs. Stops la grippe, coughs and has a healing and soothing effect. Remember the name, Foley's Honey and Tar Compound, and accept no substitutes. O. M. 01 sen. fHE TWINS' BANNER. A Thanksgiving Story by Mrs. H. L. Monty. [Copyright. 1912. by American Press Asso ciation IT 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 Thanksgiving guests 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 hain't done "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 !fi#r 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 j* 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." 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