hich so great a celebrity was entitled, the old soldier hobbled away to his little house as fast as his three legs would carry him. Only one event in his life had eclipsed this in ha

ng off his corded hat, "what in

hoolmarm aga

mean t

tia Pennima

a began to think his rheumatism

oin'. But they come fast enough when they l'arned she was in town, and she blew 'em up higher'n the Petersburg c

s Lucretia is in Brampton an

me. Tore 'em all up. They'd a hung Isaac D. Wor

phraim told her the story, and it lost no dramatic effect in his telling. He would have talked all night. But at lengt

el. No, thank you, I think

testing when Miss Lucr

s, and the door wa

u would do such a thing, I should never have written that letter. I hav

to see me?" deman

Lucr

ostonian as I am. Dear, dear, I remember this house. It used to belong to Gabriel Post in my time, and right across from it was the Social Library, where I have spent so many pleas

rs; "I was just sayin' to Cynthy that I'd ruther shake y

s Lucretia, for the Woman's Hour had taken the opposition

him, you wouldn't say

y against his fighting

d a b'en a man, I callate you'd a come out of the war with two stars

on my shoulder'! I think this kind of ta

g, "you're no match for Miss Lucret

front of the chimney. "I suppose he meant that as a compliment. I never yet saw the man I couldn't back down, and I haven't any patience with a woman who gi

o say, did not rep

a, abruptly, "you don't mean

breath, and grew a

e exclaimed, in ast

ave gotten along, for a while at least, without anything of th

her troubles, even to Miss Lucretia, and she would have

said Miss Lucretia, "and I hope h

y him," said Cynthia, wi

ss Lucretia w

once," she said presently, wi

thia, looking ar

dear-though I never told any one els

ucretia?" The question was out before Cynthia realized

Graves," said

s hand in silence, thinking how strange it was that bo

ia poked th

at I wrote the 'Hymn to Coniston.' I suppose we must

ou ever-sorry?

ere was

eeling must come over all workers, occasionally. Yes," said Miss Lucretia, "there have been times when I have been sorry, my dear, though I have never co

come into Cy

a," she faltered. "If I could have ma

demanded Miss Lucretia, sha

d Cynthia, "is

orthingt

es

etia being utterly unable

a goo

f indignant-protest, but s

one," she answered, "and then

ply, all that Bob had done, and

ucretia. "If Isaac Worthington were a man, he would be down on his knees b

Cynthia, who had neve

n't succeed. I mistrusted him when he was a young man, and now

ould not

ave been right. My own conscience tells me that it is wrong to deprive Bob of h

appens in five years

id Cynthia, in s

iss Lucretia; "that period is scarcely too

and I feel that I should not be happy. I am sure that he would never reproach me, even if t

retia ki

ed, "and none of us may say what changes

nger in Brampton. And it was only a step, after all. A late moon floated in the sky, throwing in relief the s

a appeared at the little house, and informed

raves. Miss Lucretia may have blushed, but it is certain that Cynthia did. Never had she seen the judge so spick and span, a

d his throat, and spoke with the elaborate decorum he used on occasions, "Mis

ss Lucretia; "the only noble action I know of was po

a few hours since, by this very fire, and began to believe she must have dreamed it. Fires look very differently at night-and

said, "you ha

he replied, looking

man," said

hinking that he was a ve

an when at the head of

ucretia, "for a man

udge

. He seemed to appreciate the

good you are, at least, and thank you for your g

em. He returned the pressure, and then searched his coat

therell," he said. "I would no

me Cynthia

, "so I did." Then he l

ng a little, "I don't believe

nt by that n

ght be more comfortable for you to have me go to the

ess," said Cynthia; "I hope you won't thi

"I think I can understand and esteem your feeli

he words, but she put her hand on his shoulder. "Won't you sit down and stay," s

't be afraid of the cane bottom. You won't go through it. I should like to talk to you, and most of the goss

morning through the woods and pasture lots rather than down Brampton Street. What-what would Bob say when he heard of the meeting? Would he come again to Brampton? If he did, she would run away to Boston with Miss Lucretia. Every day it had been a trial to pass the Worthingt

hia did not pause to philosophize: she was learning to accept the world as it was, and hurried swiftly on to the little schoolhouse. The children saw her com

not altogether unimposing. The first citizen, needless to say, was not there, but the rest of the elite attended. Mr. Ives will tell you all about the entertainment if you go to Brampton, but the real reason Miss Lucretia consented to go was to please Lucy Baird, who was Gamaliel's wife, and to chat with

e the morning after the mass meeting (though nobody offered to take over his mortgage), Mr. Do

wn to the store and face the music, Levi Dodd. You'd h

orthington's house and ex

ess you are with your shootin' pains. If you only could forget

he disappeared into his office and shut the door, and supposedly became very much absorbed in book-keeping. If any one called, he was out-any one. Plenty of people

emanded the owner of

on. Anything I can do fo

come up to my house t

the day-book fell heavily to the floor, and the perspiration popped out all over his forehead. Come out, Levi

in the

the clerk, winking at his co

e office door and had flung it open, disclosing t

e first citizen, "wh

e struck dumb. Mr. Dodd's was th

got into 'em. They lost their senses, Mr. Worthington, plumb lost their senses. If you'd

upted the first citizen, angrily. "What do you mean by putting a bat

y fainted from

ne in to-day, rig

izen, "and if I lose my leg, I'll sue

about them losin' their

old sovereign, Jethro Bass, and had come South to hold a conclave under him at the Pelican. Those chiefs of the North Country, with their clans behind them as one man, what a power they were in the state! What magnificent qualities they had, in battle or strategy, and how cunning and shrewd was their generalship! Year after year they came down from their mountains and fought shoulder to shoulder, and

The messages flew far and wide to the manufacturing towns to range their guilds into line for the railroads. The seneschal wrote the messages, and sent the summons to the sleek men of the cities, and let it be known that the coffers were full and not too

hey had worked far into the night, "i

e fight now that you ha

hich Mrs. Holden had put on his plate. But he did read it, with what anger and bitterness may be imagined. There was the ultimatum,-respectful, even affectionate, but firm. "I know that you will, in all probability, disinherit me as you say,

ch!" Money had not been everything to Sarah Worthington, either. But now no tender wave of feeling swept over him as he recalled those words. He was thinking of what weapon he had to prevent the marriage beyond that which was now useless-dis

the cigars he had smoked the night before, Mr. Worthington still had the letter in

uncan's, to treat me in this way, to drag down the name of Worthington in the mire. I'll never forgive him. I'

ave is to ignore the thing from now on. He may ge

erited him, she will get tired o

e, if you like

eem to think, I'll send for her and tell her that she will ruin Robert

before the mass meeting. Perhaps

e up-is that what you mean? I don't care anyth

his school-teacher, it w

u'll find

some serious mistakes,"

you ask for

and appeal to her be

an unconscious a

erell, I should be greatly obliged if you would find it convenient to call at my house at eight o'clock this evening," and signed them, "Sincerely Yours." He sealed them u

I can see, Mr. Worthington," he said. "It's a d

t's

rl, well educated, and by no means bad looking. Bob might do a thousand times wor

s, but Isaac D. Worthington did not so recognize it. His

to it, never-do you hear?-ne

nd on the arguments he was composing to certain political leaders. Mr. Worthington merely pretended to work as he waited for the answer to come

hat," h

inform Mr. Isaac D. Worthington that she can have n

did not say so. Mr. Worthington took the note, too, without a word. Speech was beyond him, and he cr

erself to write, "My dear Mr. Worthington." Her anger, when the note had been handed to her, was for the moment so great that she could not go on with her classes; but she had controlled it, and compelled Silas to stand in the entry until recess, when she sat with her pen in her hand until that happy notion of the third person occurred to her. And after

beating of her heart. Well it was for Bob's peace of mind that he could not see her as she read it, and before she had come to the end there were drops on the sheets where the purple ink had run. How precious would have been those drops to him! He would never give her up. No mandate or decree could se

no one to see. Yes, she loved him as she would not have believed it possible to love, and she sat through the afternoon reading his words and

her duty? Not one letter of the twoscore she had received (so she kept their count from day to day)-not one had she answered. His faith had indeed been great. But she must answer this:

hose things. Try as she would, she could not find it in her heart at such a time to destroy his hope,-or her own. The hope which she would not acknowledge, and the love which she strove to conceal from him seeped up between the words of her l

never to see her again, but she did beseech him for her sake, and for the sake of that love which he had declared, not to attempt to see her: not for a year, she wrote, though the word looked to her like eternity. Her reasons, aside from her own scruples, were so obvious, while she taught in Brampton, that she felt that he would consent to banishment-until the summer holidays in July, at least: and then she would be in Coniston,-and would have had time to decide upon future steps. A reprieve was all she c

One who will always rem

And she post

first citizen should have been scored as he deserved, and held up to the contempt of his fellow-townsmen. The dismissal of the teacher, indeed, was put down to a regrettable misconception on the part of "one of the prudential committee," who had confessed his mistake in "a manly and altogether praiseworthy speech." The article was as near the truth, perhaps, as the Clarions may come on such matters-which is not very near. Cynthia would have been better pleased if Mr. Page had spared his readers the recital of her qualities, and she did not in the lea

; in the Clovelly notes she saw that Miss Judy Hatch, of Coniston, was visiting relatives there; she learned the output of the Worthington Mills for the past week.

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seriously complicates the railroad situation, and many prominent politicians are freely predicting to-night that, in spite of the town-meeting returns, the proposed bill for consolidation will not go through. Judge Bass is a man of such remarkable personality that he has regained at a stroke much of the influence that he lost by the sudden and unaccountable retirement which electrified the state some months since. His reappearance, the news of which was the one topic in all political centres yesterday, is equally unaccountable. It is hinted that some action on the part of Isaac D. Worthington has brought Jethro Bass to life. T

hrough Brampton without seeing her. He had gone back to that life which he had abandoned for her sake; the temptation had been too strong, the desire for vengeance too great. He had not d

she felt that were a useless pain to them both. She believed, now, that he had gone away from her for all time, that the veil of limitless space was set between, them. Silently

of the northern slopes; the robin and bluebird came, the hillsides were mottled with exquisite shades of green, and the scent of frui