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reaches Alexander's, it will not be the lady's riage to pieces and carryin' it over on a while the horses struggle through the turbid fault." canoe."
torrent—which three or four feet lower pours The stage has been gone probably an We have not left this famous stream-and over a ledge of rock into the river—is a hour when we start. Thougb it is not much Laurel has fame of more kinds than one- study of mingled expressions. “O John, later than nine o'clock, the heat is already half a mile behind, when the expected rain how frightful !” she says, when we bare sultry, and there are clouds on the mountains comes—a white, hard shower, which all in a gained the steep bank and are safe. which betoken rain. We agree that there second, as it were, sweeps over the mountains “Yes'm- it was a considerable resk," will probably be a storm later in the day, and pours upon us.
says John. “If these horses wasn't the gam.but we enjoy the sunshine while it lasts. At “Of course it begins again as soon as est I ever drove, we'd a-gone into the river Mountain Island Sylvia insists on halting; we start,” says Aunt Murkham, who plainly certain. I was of the 'pinion for about a and we go out as far as possible on the ledge thinks that there is strong evidence of malice minute that we was goin'." of rock over which the current pours in foam- prepense on the part of the clouds.
“There's no good in frightening one's self ing rapids. Standing here, we look up at We draw on our water-proofs, raise the over past danger," I say. the island, which rises fifty or sixty feet carriage-top, and resign ourselves to our fate. that's enough.—Jump out, aunty. The car. above us a bold hill in the midst of the The masculine portion of the party put on riage is full of water, and my feet are as wet raging stream.
their overcoats and pull down their hats. as if I had waded." “I should like to go there," says Sylvia, “Greatest country for rain ever I see!” Varied by such adventures as these for wistfully. But, with the best intentions, says John, as we plod along the narrow two or three more clouds discharge themneither of her attendants can devise any road, bemmed by towering cliffs and turbu- selves upon us—we travel up the gorge, pausmeans of transporting her over the whirling lent river, with the rain pouring in a white ing now and then when the weather chances fall which intervenes between our stand. sheet far as our vision extends.
to be propitious. There are rocks - like point and the island.
Before long the violence of the storm those at the Devil's Slip Gap-to be climbed; “If one had a boat, one could cross at abates, the clouds pass as quickly as they flowers, ferns, and mountain-geraniums, to the lower end and mount to the headland," came, the sun breaks forth Nature is be gathered ; muscadines to be eateo; finally, says Mr. Lanier.
drenched, but how beautiful! Rocks, trees, luncheon to be taken in a green river-nook, This suggestion is not of much value, ferns, and mosses all are dripping with with the half-obscured sunshine lying on the however, since we have no boat, so we are moisture which the sunlight turns to dia- breast of the current as it sweeps by. forced to content ourselves with gazing. The monds. We throw off our wraps and put “How glad I am that we have left the sides of the hill are covered with a growth back the top, careless that the drooping Springs behind !” says Sylvia. “How de of ferns, which literally carpet it, but the boughs under which we pass rain down ab- lightful it is to be traveling again ! Would trees have been burned, and now stand black solute showers upon us as the breeze stirs it not be pleasant to prolong this gypsy life and bare, disfiguring the beautiful picture. them. We wind around a rocky curve, and indefinitely ?”
“What odious barbarian was guilty of a magnificent river-view is before us—the “ Very pleasant," says Charley. “There that outrage?” asks Sylvia, in a tone of in- stream plunging and whirling against the might be worse things than to'ride, ride, fordignant scorn.
bowlders that bar its way, and tossing in ever ride,' as the crazy lover in Browning's “Some hunting barbarian, I believe," an- white-capped waves over the ledges, the great poem wanted to do. There might also be swers Charley. “I have been told that the overshadowing hills wearing a faint-blue tint worse things than resting on the rocks in trees were burned because the deer, when as the vista recedes, and mists like white the shade, with sandwiches to eat and claret hard pressed by the dogs, would swim the smoke rising from the gorges.
The rain to drink." river and take refuge there."
bas swollen all the short mountain-streams, “ And the French Broad before one's "Oh, the wretches !" says Sylvia—which which come leaping down the hill-sides in eyes!” complimentary epithet is evidently not meant white cascades. One narrow creek, into The pleasant hour ends, as all pleasant to apply either to the deer or the dogs. which we plunge without due consideration, hours do, however. We start again, and,
Presently John appears on the bank, is so high that the water runs into the car. traveling leisurely, reach Alexander's at suncharged with a message: “Mistis say you
set. This place looks pastoral in its lorelibetter come on, Mass Charley—she wants to
ness as we approach-the embowered house git over Laurel 'fore the rain comes up.”
lying in the arms of encircling hills, the “A fig for the rain!” says Charley--but
glassy river in front painted with sunset hues, we turn reluctantly from the stormy rapids,
two figures on the bridge, and a riding-party the towering island, the whole wild, lovely
winding along the road. scene, and continue our journey. The rain
We discover, when we approach, that the does not come up before we reach Laurel,
figures on the bridge are those of Mrs. Cardiand that river is found to be in a very satis
gan and Eric. They cross the road as me factory state. Aunt Markham stops at Wash's
draw up before the gate. cabin and makes solicitous inquiries.
"You are late," says the latter.
"What “Do you think it would be safer if I
has delayed you ? ” crossed in the canoe ?" she asks.
“Oh—every thing!” replies Aunt MartWash grins a little.
ham. "Storms, floods, torrents running into “ I'm willin' to take you over ef you like,
the carriage and nearly sweeping it aware ma'am,” he answers, “but the river's down
Eric, you need never ask me to come to this low enough for fordin' now."
country again, until there is a railroad." “Go on, then, John," she says, tremu
“You may be sure that I never will," says lously.
Eric, laughing. At all times Laurel is deep fording; and
We spend three or four days at Alesanthe current is very swift and strong, but we
der's-delightful days in which we walk and accomplish the passage safely-John being
ride, climb the hills, and go out boating on the best of drivers, and the horses true as
the river. Gray rocks, rushing water, greta steel.
boughs drooping — these things, in varied “Good-by to Laurel!” says Sylvia, as
combinations, frame the idle, golden lours she rides out of the clear water on the far
A WET FORD.
The sound of the stream becomes like the ther side. “I shall never, never forget
voice of a familiar friend in our ears—me it."
riage, wetting our feet and invading our are almost sorry when the day arrives for us “I sha'n't nuther," says John, "fur it's lunch-basket. Aunt Markham's face as she to gather together what Eric calls our the only place I ever heard of takin' a car- sits with her feet elevated on the front seat, traps," and set forth on our travels again.
BY HIORAOE E. SCUDDER.
THE HEIRS AND THE LAWYER
rich, brown bair clustering around it; there was not so much finish in the first as in this THE HEIRS OF THE BOD
was a fire in the eye which even the softness last, but both were characterized by a sort LEY ESTATE.
of the ivory could not conceal. I looked of rude force, as if the conceiving thouget
with admiration upon it, and discovered some had been sudden, and the first execution A STORY IN FIVE CHAPTERS.
resemblance in it to my companion, though equally impulsive. I was astonished at there was one great difference—the mouth their artistic value, and forgot all about was vacillating, while hers was noticeable Mr. Bodley and any history of his life which for its firmness.
they might contain. CHAPTER II.
“ Can it be your father ? ” I asked, in “Let me see the second again," said I, surprise.
reaching my hand for the one which Fear had
“Yes," said she, sadly, as he was at withdrawn, and now held. The long recital had apparently wearied thirty."
"No," said she, “I did wrong to show it, Mr. Bodley, for, after a few words more, he “ It is as free from all purpose of evil as or any of these. It was a sudden impulse, quietly dropped asleep in his corner-so quiet- the other face," said I, “and yet I wish that
and I do not wish to show them to you any ly, indeed, that I was in the midst of some I might see the pictures that would come be- longer." slight reminiscence of my grandfather Bod. tween, for, I cannot tell you why, but these I laughed a little at her apparent artistley before I discovereil that Fear was my two faces affect me like sweet music-I am bashfulness, and made a playful movement only hearer. Since the entire conversation never merry' when I see them.”
to possess the one which she held, at the thus far had been upon our family, notwith- “ Tbere never were any other pictures,” same time putting the others behind me out standing we who were present had to travel said she; “but, as my life has been spent of her reach. In an instant her whole mana long way before our lines merged, a degree with my father, I have tried to supply the ner changed. of familiar acquaintance had been established. missing portraits. They may interest you
“Sir!” said she, “this is my father. Lydia, and Thomas, and Governor Bodley, by what they attempt to tell.”
How dare you? What right have you to see bad, as it were, given me letters of introduc. With this she brought a portfolio, and
these? I was a fool to forget myself!" tion to my kinsfolk that had secured me a took from it three pictures, executed in wa
“ It is I who have forgotten myself," said cordial reception. It struck me afterward ter-colors, which she laid side by side. They I, giving up the pictures. “I ask your parthat family ties, however remote, do hold did tell me much, even though they could don”—and I must have looked very penitent, more strongly than any other, and that the tell no facts. They told of change produced indeed, for though she put away the portraits pleasure which friends feel when they unex- by terrible crises ; so much, at least, I thought in the portfolio, she dismissed her angry pectedly discover that their respective family I could see. The first was marked “Forty- manner, sat down again at the table, and lines, though widely separate now, were once nine years.” I placed it beside the minia. took up her sewing. For my part, I was coincident, is, in our more refined civiliza- ture taken twenty years before. Plainly, they beyond measure provoked with myself for tion, a mild form of the deathless zeal which had been twenty years of care, doubtless of being betrayed into such an exhibition. I animates each of a savage tribe to defend deepening anxiety, that was evident in the also sat down and held my tongue in vexaand avenge his fellow-members. In ny own aging of the face, but there was more in the tion. Then, the whole occasion which had case, independent as I professed to be of or- picture, for it seemed as if I could almost see brought about this state of things recurring dinary ties—having, at no great cost of pain, the trace of some agony of tears which had to my mind, and the oddity as well as the severed for a while the ties which bound me not been so much wiped away as suffered to vexation of the situation coming over meto kindred at home,I nevertheless was con- sink into the very flesh of the face; there here we were acting as if we had a right to scious of a twitch at my affections and kind- was, moreover, a token of helplessness in the quarrel—I plunged into a candor of speech ly interest caused by this discovery of kin- half-uplifted eyes that filled me with pity. I as the best method of extricating myself ship, although the thread which was pulled could almost have wept as I gazed on it, but, from my embarrassment. made many twists and turns before its ten when I turned to the next, I was shocked “Miss Bodley," said I, “do not set me sion could be transmitted to me; this, in- into a startled exclamation, for the same face down at once as an impertinent fellow for deed, apart from the common feeling of at- was shown on fire with a tremendous anger, presuming so on your good-will.
You ought traction which would be excited by the while the bands were uplifted, not in en- to know how strange this evening seems to couple. As I looked on the serene face of treaty, but as if registering some oath, or me, to judge me fairly. It is really the first the old man, who leaned back in his corner, calling down some terrible vengeance. And
time for months that I have been inside of a gently overcome by sleep, I could not help yet I fancied that in the mouth, which had in home, and the singular way in which I scem being touched by its childishness; the rest- the others betrayed weakness, there was now
to have been introduced into this bas quite iess eye, which betrayed a mind searching still more marked a consciousness of utter upset my good behavior. It was only this vainly for some lost light, was closed, and I inability to perform the very oath that was afternoon that I had worked myself into a felt a relief that for a tine at least he would registering, if it were an oath, or to be an wretched state of feeling because I had will. be subject to none of those harassing fears agent in inflicting vengeance, if that were the fully shut myself out from any thing like fawhich I had seen send shadows across his purport of the uplifted hands.
miliar society, and now, just when I needed face as he spoke of the many years which he “It is a reminiscence," said the girl, sud- it and wanted it most, I had no means of had spent in making good his right to the denly taking it from me and substituting a getting it. I had no right to demand it estate. Doubtless some such feeling crossed third, “and this I have lately finished." I when I had refused it so often, and yet, just the mind of his daughter also, for she stopped involuntarily turned and compared it with see the coincidence! I am miserably alone lier work and looked compassionately on the the face of the sleeper.
with a troop of old home recollections rush. face, but with a deeper reverence and a more “ It was taken in sleep, was it not?” I ing in on me to make me more unbappy, tender affection, for she had grown up with whispered, and she nodded affirmatively. At when up steps your father like a very angel her father, while I was but a chance visitor. that instant there broke over the old man's of deliverance, and takes me by the hand to
“Miss Bodley," I whispered, “I think features the same sadly beautiful smile which lead me out of the prison of selfish soliyour father hus fulfilled the Psalmist's proph. had been transferred to the painting, as if tude into this new air. I declare, my only ecy that a child shall live to be a hundred he would testify to its accuracy by assuming
wonder is that, when I found myself actually years old. I think I never saw an old man the counterpart of its expression. But the sitting at a Christian tea-table, I did not with so pure and guileless a face. While he smile died away again, and gave place to a rush into some dreadfully extravagant act, Wis talking to me this afternoon in the street, look of trouble, as if, no doubt truly, good perbaps break one of your little thin teathe people turned and looked upon him ae on and evil dreams were flitting across his mind, cups, wbich I know cannot be replaced.” a beautiful picture."
the evil, by some subtile genesis, growing out “Indeed, they cannot,” said she, laughShe went to the secretary and brought me of and supplanting the good. I looked again ing. a miniature painted on ivory. It was the at the drawings, and now was struck with the “And so," I went on,
as I sat here and head of a young man, noble in beauty, with i power displayed in their conception. There thought of the desolate wilderness of Lonme ?"
don by its contrast with this little garden, is “I am not a claimant, sir,” said I, "ex- ** Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count
the stars! it any wonder that I should make out the cept for the good will of the present head of
Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal benevolent gardener and his daughter to the family. I congratulate him most heartily
shrine. be suddenly old friends, and to forget that upon the triumph of his cause, and you too I seize their burning power I was not necessary to them as they to on sharing the triumph with him." We were And bring forth howling terrors, all-devouring all standing, and Fear was tapping the back
fiery kinys. “Well,” said she, “the gardener's daugh- of a chair with a slight impatience at our “Devouring and devoured roaming on dark and ter must confess that she was won by your ceremonious bowing. Mr. Tyrel saw it frst,
In forests of eternal death, shrieking in bollow evident friendliness to show you some par- and turned to her, saying: ticularly valuable flowers, forgetting that “Miss Fear, do not let me keep you stand- Ah, Mother Enitharmon! the value was not in themselves but in what | ing. You must be tired this evening.” I Stamp not with solid form this mighty progeny they were to her. But, Mr. Penhallow," she gave Mr. Bodley a seat, and now felt that added, more seriously, laying down her work, I must leave, but he held my arm and " I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of “I must take the consequences of my im- said:
flames, prudence. I shall have to ask you not to “Not this minute ; there is something I
And thou dost stamp them with a signet; then
they roam abroad speak of these pictures to any one, not to have forgotten.” I sat down again awkward- And leave me void as death. my father, nor to any one else,” and her col- i ly, feeling exceedingly in the way. Mr. Tyrel Ah! I am drowned in shady woe and visionary or rose at these last words; “I yielded to had laid his bat down, as it chanced, near
joy. a sudden impulse, and now must pay the pen. the print by Blake which I had bought " And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal alty."
band ! that afternoon and bad entirely forgotten.
To compass it with swaddling-bands ? and who “I assure you," said I, eagerly, “no harm He took it up and the loose paper fell
shall cherish it shall follow. I will not speak of them again off.
With milk and honey? to you, if that is necessary.” But she paid “Ah,” said he, “this is some of your I see it smile and I coil inward, and my voice is no heed to these last words, for her look work, Miss Fear-is it not? Very extraor.
past. had turned anxiously to her father. I looked dinary, certainly!”
" She ceased and rolled her shady clouds around also, and at that moment he started “I do not know," said she, anxiously;
Into the secret place." violently from his sleep, and before his con- “ let me see it."
“Do you understand it, Miss Bodley," I sciousness returned had thrown up his arms “ It is mine," said I, stepping forward. | asked, “ with all the help of these tumbling in the very manner which I had seen so ter- "I had quite forgotten it. I found it this af- figures ? " ribly pictured. The reality brought into ternoon,"
"No," said she, "I do not; but I do not even bolder expression the conflicting, fiery “ It is by Blake,” exclaimed Miss Bodley, doubt that I should in time. It is always anger and woful weakness. He stretched with sudden enthusiasm. “ It is a leaf from the way with Blake. I am continually comhis quivering fingers toward beaven, and his · Jerusalem,' some of the prophetic verses ing up with him. Some time something will then sank bewildered and weak into the arms with illustrative figures.”
happen, or I shall read something which will of his daughter, who had at the instant " Why," said I, looking over her shoul. remind me of this, and then the meaning placed herself by his side, to be ready with der, " this is odd enough. I never saw this
will flash on me. Blake is wonderful; be her soothing presence when his feeble mind side before.” And, in truth, I had been so made some strangely true guesses." should seek some sweet reality to believe in. struck by the plague-scene that I had not “For my part,” said the lawyer, with It was but the experience of a short minute, thought to turn the leaf when I bought it. scarcely-concealed contempt, "I should like and I was so surprised by it that I could This reverse, which we were now looking at, to have this fellow up in a court and crossonly stand and look at the couple, at Mr. contained eighteen lines, extending nearly to examine him ; if he did mean any thing, Bodley trembling and clinging to his daugh the middle of the page, and seemingly writ- which I very much doubt, I would get it out ter, who maintained perfect composure, gently ten on clouds, with tiny birds darting about of him." stroking his gray hair, and removing it from between the lines; while the characters “I do not believe your way is so sure as his eyes where it had fallen, as if she would themselves, after Blake's fashion, were balf mine, Mr. Tyrel,” said Fear. “You would make him see more clearly. They neither instinct with life, and sent out little tendrils, try to force him to explain himself, and he seemed to notice me, and when my wits came or ended in darts, and quivers, and flashes. would probably reply, “You have no ears to back, I moved to take my hat and coat, It is quite impossible to explain to one who hear,' while I would listen when he chose to thinking to withdraw unobserved. But as I has not seen such a page the peculiar alive speak, and, when the meaning did come, it started, the door opened and a gentleman ness which it possesses, as if Blake in pen- would be something worth while. You might entered with an apologetic air.
ning it had thus given expression to the very be ever so much determined to bave pour “Miss Fear,” said he, “I knocked twice, starts of his soul under the influence of the own way, Mr. Tyrel, but Blake would have but got no answer, and, as I had a package prophetic mood. At the right hand, and fillo | his first, and I should not be surprised if be for your father, I came in."
ing the lower balf, were four figures moving were to flash out something of a sudden “Will you take a seat, Mr. Tyrel ? " said in light through the dark atmosphere; one
which would show that he knew more about she.-—“Mr. Penhallow, Mr. Tyrel—a dis- above seemed to have escaped and to be you by looking at you than you did of him tant connection of the family. Mr. Tyrel speeding upward in terrified flight; below a by all your cross-questioning.–Did you erer is our lawyer, Mr. Penhallow.”
demoniacal figure was thrusting a struggling | hear, Mr. Penhallow, of a story of his child. “Yes, yes,” said Mr. Bodley, getting up one downward, and descending also himself, hood which Allan Cunningham tells, that shoss and speaking with some confusion. “I am with the other arm tightly encircling the his wonderful insigbt ? He went with his fa. glad you have come in, Mr. Tyrel. This is fourth figure. The face of the demon wore a ther in search of a painter to whom he could our cousin, Mr. Eustace Penhallow, from savage delight, while those of the two whom be apprenticed. They tried Ryland; bul, America. He has lately arrived-you must he was impelling were in an agony of suffer- when they came out, Blake said, “Father, I know him-ha is in the family."
ing. The execution of the whole was wild do not like that man; he looks as if he would “I am happy to see the gentleman," said and full of barbarism, indeed, and so rude be banged some day;' and, sure enough, the lawyer, "and to make the acquaintance of that it was not easy to disentangle the forms. hanged he was till he was dead, dead, dead!" one of the great Bodley family.—I trust, how. I read aloud the lines, and copy them here,
and Fear looked around with enthusisstic ever, Mr. Penhallow" (here he partly closed since they are a fair enough example of triumph. his eyes and threw his mouth open with a balf Blake's incoherency, although it would be un- “Did Blake hang him to make good his laugh"), that you are aware of the uselessness fair to deny them any meaning whatever, sim- prophecy?" asked Tyrel, with his half laugh. of entering any claim to the estate. It is ply because they are detached from their “You should not frighten us so, Miss Fear. quite in our hands, sir, quite,” and be rubbed rightful surroundings. Some very respect- Look at your father," he whispered. bis hands together as if he was grinding the able poetry, to my knowledge, would fare We both looked suddeniy at Mr. Bodley, estate between them. quite as hardly if treated so roughly :
who was sitting apart.
“Fear,” said he, in it trembling voice, senior, I should guess, and yet, in my fit of advantage, and I did not want my companion my dear child, come here."
bilarity, I danced with a school-boy skip to to tyrannize over me by playing with my imIt would seem that he had nothing defi- his side and familiarly thrust my hand through petuousness. Before I was ready to answer, nite to ask of her, but that, oppressed by his bended arm as he buttoned his overcoat. the lawyer continued : some sudden fear, perhaps some undetached It was plain that he neither had my spirits “Let me repeat my advice to you, young fragment of his last dream, he instinctively nor appreciated this exhibition of them, for You perceive that this matter of the turned to her for the help which she seemed he dropped his arm at once, and crooked it Bodley estate is one that concerns Mr. Bodto keep in store for him. She went at once behind him. I was vexed at my motion, and ley and no one else. Now, I have known the to his side, and I turned to the lawyer un- determined to be so polite that he would dis- old gentleman for a number of years, and, easily.
cover I was not a very impertinent and very from continual intercourse with him, have "I was surprised, Mr. 'Tyrel,” said I,"
learned his peculiarities. He is quick to take see this page, for, as I said, I did not notice “Do our ways lead together, Mr. Tyrel ? " | offense, and he takes it where his interest lies it when I bought the leaf this afternoon. It | I asked. “My lodgings are in Fountain Court, most. It is all very well for him to show was the other side that caught my notice, off the Strand."
some attention to you, because you are disand it is at least more intelligible.” I showed “I am in the Temple," said he.
tantly connected with the family, and I have him the other side, and he looked at it stead. Permit me to walk with you, then, as no doubt he has talked of the estate with you fastly.
far as my court," said I ;“I wish I could say -be always does with new-comers—and no “Bah!” said he, carelessly pushing the I was going to the Temple also. I almost doubt you have talked back, very likely tell. picture away, “what is the use of such hor- made up my mind at one time to pass an ing pretty stories about your ancestors, and lors? They make nobody better; they teach examination that I might be admitted there all that. Now, then, let me as a friend give no one. Good Heavens !” he added, with an as a member, for the sake of living in that you a little warning. I have seen just such irritated tone, “is there no beauty in the historic inclosure. I don't know but it was cases as yours. You go on and talk about world to feast ourselves on, but we must look the formidable dinners I was to eat according these matters, thinking the old gentleman at such things?” to law that deterred me."
will be pleased, and the first thing you know “Well, beauty sometimes comes to this,” “You can lodge there without being a you will find him dead against you. He will: said I, rising to go, and the thought came member," said he, shortly.
set you down as a claimant on the estate, and over me, “ It is a pity I had not gone before “I know it, but I should feel like a then let me see you ever sitting in his house pleasure began to be disturbed.” Miss Bod- stranger within the gates only. I should again ! ” ley came forward, and, unrolling the picture, wish to be naturalized, so that legally at any ' But I have protested that I put in no I showed her the plague-scene, and began re rate I might be fairly entitled to all the mem. claims; and, besides, be tells me, and so do marking on it. She looked at it hastily and ories that pertain to the spot. Besides, I you, that the matter is virtually settled.” thrust it from her.
should hardly be contented unless I were “Very good. If you meant to put in a “I don't wish to see it-put it up," said using the very room made famous by some claim, do you suppose you would tell the old she, almost petulantly, and I obeyed, begin- wortlıy-by Goldsmith or Lamb, say. But, gentleman so, or would you keep on getting ning to feel rather angry at everybody in the then, I suppose there have been so many in. all out of him that you could, and then setroom, myself included. But Mr. Bodley, who crustations of life in every chamber, that I ting up for yourself with this information ?" was leaning on his daughter's shoulder, and should stand as good a chance of inheriting "I am no sneaking pettifogger,” said I, was once more as gentle and simple as when some villainous ghost as of getting under the with warmth. I first saw him, reached out his hand to me. guardianship of a more genial spirit.”
“Oh, oh! by no means, by no means," “Mr. Penhallow, I am an old man, and you “ You would end by making love lo some said the lawyer, with his laugh. “But I must pardon me if I speak unadvisedly. You old hag of a bed-maker,” said he, with a coarse want you to see the character that the old heard me say that I was to have a few of our sneer. I was silent a moment, and then tried gentleman would see. You must remember family here to-morrow at dinner. I will tell him on another subject.
that this matter of an inheritance gives a you frankly they are persons who have, some “By-the-way, Mr. Tyrel, there was once color to every thing that Mr. Bodley looks at least, rubbed rather hardly against the a gentleman of your name who visited our It does not take long to construe an world, and it was for that reason that I asked country on business connected with the Bod interest in him into an interest in the esthem. But if-if you would not take it hard ley estate. I did not see him-I was but a tate, and an interest in that into self-interto be classed with them"
lad then-though some of my family saw him. est. So, if you fall out as others have be“ Indeed, Mr. Bodley,” said I, “I shall only Am I right in thinking it was you?”
fore you, don't lay it at my door, but recol. be too happy to accept. I am not sure but “No, you're not; and let me advise you lect my injunction-keep clear of conversa. I belong in the very class of those who have as a friend not to say too much about the tion about the Bodley family and estate, even been rubbing hardly. I know I felt sore Bodley estate to-morrow, or at any other time if at first it seems to vex the old gentleman." this afternoon when you found me.” when you meet me and the family."
The lawyer bad dropped his supercilious “Ah! did you ?” said be, with a pleased “Well, said I, “I bear no grudge against tone, and though he uttered these last words srnile.“ Then come, come by all means. Mr. the estate for making me acquainted with as composedly as the rest, I thought I could Tyrel will be here, so that you will have com- our friends."
detect a rough sort of kindness about them, pany whom you have met.”
“ Our friends !” snapped the lawyer. “One and at once said : “I will give Mr. Penhallow my company would think you a very young man to be set- “ Thank you, Mr. Tyrel.
If what you say now, if he pleases," said the lawyer. “I ting up such claims after an evening's ac- is correct, I certainly shall be cautious, for I merely came to leave with you the papers of quaintance with—" And here he checked have no wish to break off now so pleasant an which I spoke yesterday, and to ask if I could himself.
acquaintance. But tell me, will the estate be of any service for to-morrow."
“With whom?” I demanded, indignant. soon come into his hands? " Thank you," said Miss Bodley, some- ly. “Do you mean with yourself or with The man burst into a laugh. what curtly, I thought; "there is nothing.– these two who have shown such genuine “Why, I thought you were keen enough We shall dine at four, Mr. Penhallow. I hope kindness to a stranger ? " Tyrel laughed to see,” said he. “He has been on the point you will bring a Christmas spirit with you." again that odious, sbort jump of a laugh. of getting it any time these dozen years.
“I shall find it here if I do not bring it," “Come, come ! keep cool," said he, with He's mad, mad as a March hare, if it was the said I, gayly, as I went off with a light heart. an assumption of lofty imperturbability. March hare that thought he could beat tbe The door closed behind as I jumped with a “That genuine kindness, it seems to me, will tortoise. Suppose the estate really bad been swing of my arms into the din court. I think itself rather misspent on such a hot- in chancery all this time, do you imagine felt an unnatural exhilaration, as if the fresh headed young fellow. By-the-by, where did any thing would be left of it? The case air I had been breathing after confinement to the old gentleman fish you up!" I was si. was cleared long ago, and the present heir is my own exhausted oxygen bad intoxicated s lent, trying to collect my resources of pru- enjoying the property."
My companion was twenty years my dence and temper. I felt that I was at a dis- “I certainly did think Mr. Bodley a little
out of his head in the matter," said I, “but | imagination, all disappeared with him, scarce- tation, scorched by the summer sun, and ex. I supposed there was such a case still hang- ly delaying, I fear, to comfort the forlorn posed to all the fury of the winter storms, it ing on."
widow, even though she had, in her hus- is, as it were, excluded from all the civiliza. “Out of his head !” laughed the lawyer. band's lifetime, been admitted as a partialtion to which it lies so near. The fierce “Yes, and he'll never get into it again. You witness of the spectacle. But in my then blasts of autumn pile the sand-of which it should see him some time when be jumps out romantic enthusiasm for Blake's genius, of is principally composed, and from which it of it a good distance. I'll be bound he's which I am not a whit ashamed, though now takes its name-into shapeless heaps, which, tearing about now."
a little amused at it, I seized upon the most settled and congealed by the frosts and snosy I was repelled by the man's apparent trivial occasions for identifying myself with of winter, become small hills, among which heartlessness, but I wished to know more, his memory; and indeed I had so worked lie sheltered valleys where the sun shines and I went on : some of his conceptions into my brain that,
The coast is jagged with rocks, and “But how is be left ignorant, and, may I whether I would or not, they inevitably af- dangerous with breakers, and is dreaded by ask, was there any ground for hope when he fected my judgment even upon matters very all who go down into that sea in ships. The first entertained the matter ? "
remote apparently from their province. Thus desolate, sandy shore is scooped by the ac. "Oh, that's easily explained," said Tyrel, it was that this evening, sitting down in my tion of the winds and waves into caverns carelessly. “I manage the maiter. He lodging, I went over the singular experience where, long after the sun has warmed the came to me at the first, and I thought there of the past few hours, unconsciously apply. valleys, the ice glitters and the snow lies was a chance, and told him so. We kept at ing to it the touch-stone of Blake's nature. white. In all the place there is not soil it, and when the chance was gone, I could I remembered among the “Proverbs of enough to bear a tree; but in the sheltered not bear to tell him, and pushed the matter Hell,” contained in Blake's “ Marriage of nooks earth sufficient may be gathered to off, and so I've been pushing it off ever since. Heaven and Hell," an enigmatical one which form a garden, where in the summer the inIt costs me no labor now. I make a little ran—“The bird a nest, the spider a web, man habitants may rest their sand-wearied eyes show of business now and then when he gets friendship," and I had conceived it as hint- with the sight of herbs and flowers. uneasy, and that quiets him. If I were to ing at the uses to which men variously put The inhabitants ? Yes, even in Sable tell him now, it would be all up with the friendship, some making of it a soft and Island human life is possible. Even there
pleasant shelter, some a trap for the unwary. human hearts beat joyously, and eyes Feep “But surely this must have been, and be I had myself so long been without friends tears of sorrow. now, i tax upon your money and time,” that in the first glad surprise I had flown to Some years ago-never mind how many said I, with the beginning of a new feeling them, as a bird to its long hidden and lost —there dwelt there an elderly Frencliman of of respect toward this man.
nest; but now the old skeptical feelings, en. the name of André Duroche. What bad · "So that is your high - toned American gendered by pertinacious solitude, returned first induced him to select it as his place of notion, is it?” laughed he, harshly. “Do upon me, and I wondered whether I might residence was not then, and will never nos you think we do every thing for pay? that not be a foolish fly rushing to a silly death. be, krown. He was poor certainly, but in a we bumor a light-beaded old man in order to “I must act with circumspection, with pru. civilized community he might have earded a rob his pockets ? The less of such comments dence," said I to myself, as I recalled Tyrel's / far better livelihood than he made by attend. you make in his ears or mine, the better." words and my own heedlessness that even- ing to the light-house which was his charge
I was silent from sheer perplexity how I ing; and then I laughed as another of Blake's He appeared to be a man of some education could state the matter over again to remove proverbs was suggested by the word—“Pru. and cultivation, had traveled much, and pos. an uncalled - for interpretation. Finally I dence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Iu- sessed considerable knowledge of men and gave it up, and asked further:
capacity.” Was Blake my good spirit whis. | books; and yet he had lived for filtece “Does Miss Bodley understand all this?” pering these little warnings into my willing years in this desolate and deserted spot by
We had just reached Fountain Court, and ears? I looked around the room: it was the bis own choice and without seeking change. I was slackening my pace. He stopped,
rear room, the one used by him as kitchen, While the subject was new, those who cared placed his hand on my shoulder, much as I studio, living- and bedroom, and answered to speculate upon it had decided that either suppose an officer might clap his hand on a one or two of these purposes for me now. I some great wrong-doing or some great grief man he meant to arrest, held it it moment, fancied again the little, noble-headed man had driven him from the haunts of men; and said:
bending over his table, while the faithful but, his barmless life being taken into con “Yes, she does understand it, we both Kate stirred the pot at the fire. The domes. sideration, the first theory was soon abanunderstand it, and if you understand me,
of Blake always had interested me, doned. The last remained possible, and you will hold your tongue about the whole little as I knew about it, but I had thought some bold spirits had even ventured to sound business, if you ever see Miss Bodley again." of his wife as absorbed gradually into him. André in the hope of solving the mysters,
He released me, and with no further words self, until she came to live only at his mo- but they were met either by baming evasions strode off. I retrented down the rat-hole tion; and now, looking at this picture, the or a direct refusal to impart any informasort of entrance to my court, an entrance figure by the fire dissolved into that of the tion; and, long before the time of which I so undistinguishable that I should fancy a brownish maid whom I had in the evening speak, all speculation had ceased, and Andre new-comer might have to put up some land- seen engaged in her simple preparation for pursued bis own way unquestioned and unmomark outside, lest he should go away from tea-making. I saw her profile again, and lested. his home in the morning and never be able then I recollected that I had forgotten to ask It was a very quiet way.
His bousehold to find it again ; for my part, I always had her if it were really she whom I had seen consisted of his only child, a daughter, ebe, first to discover the linen-draper's shop next copying at the museum. “Well, I will ask French as was her father, possessed an Eng. door before I could be sure of my port. I her to-morrow," I said to myself, and, in a lislı fairness and purity of feature and com am almost ashamed to confess that the sole more Christmas frame of mind than I had plexion, and spoke English as her motherreason why I was living in Number Three of ventured to hope for that afternoon, I went tongue; the old woman, Scotch by nation and that shabby, dingy court was one of pure to bed.
a fisherman's widow, who had accompanied seutiment. There, in that dirty precinct,
him to the island as her nurse ; and the lad, Blake saw his visions, and there finally was
THE FLOWER OF SABLE
a native of a New England village, who helped overtaken by Death, whom he had so far
him tend the light. This singularly.co outrun that he seemed to have traversed a
posed family did not, as is usually the crte. goodly portion of the new country before
live in the light-house. The latter stovi oa actually transferred to it by the last enemy. IEW know, and perhaps fewer care to the point of a high ledge of rock, and was Mere contact certainly brought ine no share
easily and safely reached at all times, ered in those strange apparitions. The host of ble Island: probably fewer still would choose at high water and in storms; but it was ne wise men, of kings, and of shadowy sub- to make it their place of babitation. Swept cessarily much exposed, and André had prostanoes, known only in the realm of Blake's } by the winds of the Atlantic, barren of vege- vided a dwelling for private lile secure from