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| On like the whirlwind, a mile to the minute And help us this once; they must come,

since Lumbermen strong, and they laughed at our

they're coming, for prophecies;

We left the village! If only they've kept Now is the time to show what they can do, The stream was a good one to bring their

logs down To the shore, and swift runs are but scarce on Together so time won't be lost--yes, I see

And not when we're burned past all hoping; old Michigan, them all

I'd rather not Sluggish her creeks for the work; so the Round the camp-fire. Now, then, boys,

Be a burned miracle; but, no complaints brown

take one each

I'll make. There now, here it comes-spur! Quick up behind you; don't stop; it's hard

Hey, how close it was! Casper he laughed, and old Dick, and young

galloping

Boys, do you know that I think our best

saints
(There comes the roar) if the lake we're to
Benjamin,

reach Sweet-singiug Benjie, the youngest by far

Are the horses who've galloped so swist and In the camps--but a boy; and they shouldered their axes and Alive.- Ho, there, Casper! Fire in the pine

so knowingly,

Maddened with fear though they were ! Started away with a ringing hurrah

There's the boat;
Quick up bebind, and we'll try for the
boat-

Set the sail !-Yes, the horses will svim along

shore when the To the woods, down that trail that leads far- | Come, Benjie; don't stop for your traps, men, ther than any one

but listen and

Fire comes too near them. Hurrah! We're

afloat! E'er made a camp yet; it was only a trail Ah, you do hear it! Say, is she afloat For the Indians to hunt through. They took

Sing, Benjie, sing that there's no one to no precautions, I'll wager – no clearing; but, clearings Or drawn up? What, afloat? Hurrah ! that's

love" you, lad ; would fail

good news for us ;

Ah, you young rascal !-- Well, take us enHad her out yesterday? There, there it

tire, comes,

We're a gay-looking crowd-all singed and So deep in the pinery 'less they'd a mile of The glare through the trees ! Throw off those

half choking; but, it.

great boots of yours,

Never mind, boys, we are out of the fre. Over the fire leaps and licks up the ground Boys, for the horses are panting. – It

CONSTANCE FENIYORE WOOLson. of small clearings like red tongues ! I've

humsseen it-I mind how it Roars as it goes with a terrible sound Hums like ten million of bees. Oh, the breath

THE HEIRS OF THE BODof it!

LEY ESTATE.
There, did you catch it, as hot it rushed
Like nothing on earth, for the thunder we
know it is

A STORY IN FIVE CHAPTERS.
It has gained all at once on us-yes, must have
Far, but this roaring is near, and its

certainly

BY HORACE E. SCUDDER. breath

Jumped that last clearing I counted on. Hot at our backs, and the birds fly before it

Try
like

CHAPTER III.
Leaves, while the poor beasts crouch facing
their death
To favor the horses, sit light, give the reins to

COUNCIL. them;

I WENT to Northumberland Court the best

Turn your head, Benjie, and breathe to the With a whining we hear for long miles, and

west.

day a little earlier than very strict laws of the crying of

It's crossed our path, boys ; we must gallop etiquette demanded, because I wished to beWild-cats is like that of children. What!

right through it-a

gin at the very beginning, and to take a prego

Chance for a singeing ; but then it's the liminary taste of Mr. and Miss Bodler's comBack by this road? Are you crazy? The fire

best

pany before I should be called on to face the will be

rest of the guests : one, however, was before Here in a sheet before long. But you know We can do; and, indeed, it's the only way left I found him sitting with Mr. Bodley,

who introduced him as Mr. Giles C'mbelow, The flame's but a thin one, just bushes and

“Mr. Umbelow," said Mr. Bodley, " is not Their boat's at the mouth of the creek; if we

such, reach them in The trees have not caught yet. Now, shut

quite so near a connection as yourself, Vr.

Penhallow. Time, we can launch it together, sail out your eyes, Benjie.

He belongs to the Simon Bodley On the lake-yes, the horses will swim. Oh, One breath, men, and then

stock. Simon was the member of the family we're nearing them ;

through! Well, the touch

who brought some apparent confusion into Try all together now-give a long shout

the genealogy--no offense to you, Mr. Umbe.

low; you have yourself smiled at Simon Bod. Wasn't pleasant; it's siuged all our beards ley's curious family relations." To tell them we're coming-they may have

and eyelashes;

“Yes,” said Mr. Umbelow, who spoke gone gathering But, we are through! What, another !

somewhat cautiously and with a blank look, Berries, it's dinner-time. What was that,

as if he had once, under great provocation, Spur for your lives, men !--That last was a Benjie's a-singing as sure's I'm a sinner, and

close one; and

smiled, “Simon Bodley seems to have done Singing a love-song too! That is his way

all he could to confuse the succession. I Benjie is gasping; my eyes see a blur

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George Umbelow, my great-grandfather.” Always, the silly! Yet isn't it singular Of yellow and red—it's the smoke that is "Just so," said Mr. Bodley. “The line Sweet, that lad's voice? Just listen and

blinding them!

is perfect on which you descend. But you hear

Say, can you breathe, boys ?-Ha, there's see, Mr. Penhallow, what you may yourself "No one to love"--why, what rubbish! when

the lake!

have noticed in the tables which I showed Kitty and The fire is between us; but, never mind, ride

you last night, that Simon Bodley, wko was Molly-no matter. But isn't it clear

for it-
Ride for it-ride for it! Oh, for the sake

the youngest of twelve sons, was himself XV.

married three times. The first time he mar. Sweet as a-Hark! there is something else

ried the Widow Mendip, who had three daugbechoing

Of our wives who are pious, our mothers who ters by two previous husbands- I will not Far through the pines--'lis the fire! It

pray for us,

now give their names and by the Widos Maybe the saints will decide to fall to Mendip he had two sons. The five children,

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three families, you observe, all lived with their found him descended from the excellent Sir sides; and yet”—and here his rather blank parent, and Simon was equally attached to Thomas Bodley, whose name is honored in face was lighted with an expressive smilethem all, I judge, for on his wife's death they the annals of our family. Mr. Pecker con- “my birthplace would be hard to mark excontinued to live with him, and did after his sents to come, and seems quite-indeed to be actly, for I was really born in a fishing-boat, second marriage with the Widow Garden, who | quite—without a home in England. Another off the coast. I lay to this fact the destiny had three sons, and brought him two more; l of our guests is one whom I have before oc- of my life, which has been to wander over but the Widow Garden's three sons were of two casionally met, Miss Persis Northumberland, many lands. Notwithstanding a strong likfamilies, and so that made, let me see, ten who has been ore urgent in asserting her / ing for a permanent and quiet residence, I children, six families. The Widow Garden claim to the estate than some others. I did have been traveling in England, looking up died-of course Mrs. Bodley at the time of not like to ruin her bopes entirely, Mr. Pen- the graves of my ancestors, who are, as Mr. her death. She was an estimable lady. I hallow, and I have been as gentle as would Bodley bas told you, Bodleys." have her epitaph in my collection, and Simon, consist with firmness. I regret that she is “Mr. Umbelow saw my advertisement," who was still young, married a third time, not yet wholly convinced, but she does not said the old gentleman, “and called upon the Widow Lankester being his choice. She object to sitting at a family dinner.”

me. I explained to him that he had no title added four children, the fruit of a previous “It will at any rate be pleasant to your to the estate, and he was pleased to disown marriage, and by ber he had a daughter and daughter,” said I, “to have Miss Northum- any strong expectations." The son died in infancy, and the 1 berland's company."

“I had none at all," said Mr. Umbelow, daughter married George Umbelow. Now, “Yes, Miss Northumberland is a lady who " although it would have been pleasant, certhat made-three and two are five, and three has well preserved the grace of old English tainly, to drop into the line of an old Eng. are eight, and two are ten, and four are four

I am sorry that she should be so lish family, and find myself, without great teen, and two are sixteen, children ; and two positive respecting the weight of her claims. derangement, moving along in the sluggish and two are four, and one is five, and three | Perhaps, though, it is well that she should current of such a family. I could have are eight-eight families. A curious gather- not be too roughly shaken in her confidence. adapted myself, even when coming from so ing, was it not ? And, what complicated | There is another gentleman whom you may brand new a country as the Hawaiian Islmatters somewhat, Henry Garden married perhaps regard as a fellow-countryman, M. ands, to the old establishment." Phoebe Mendip, and Robert Garden married Felix Bodelet, of San Antonio de Bexar, Tex. I thought I saw an uneasy look in Mr. Hetty Lankester."

The gentleman belongs to our family, Bodley's eye, and, remembering Tyrel's in. “I should think they might have con. though his name has undergone a transfor. junction, I tried to steer the conversation cocted a companion to the old riddle

mation. It seems that his mother was French, clear of the reef.

but his father a Bodley; and, the latter dy- “ It is singular," I said, " to see how we • Brothers and sisters bave I none, Yet this man's father is my father's son,':

ing, Madame Bodley was in the habit of Americans fumble after the cord that binds

writing her name more in accordance with us to the old mother-country. Perhaps it is said I.

her national orthography. M. Bodelet, as he more noticeable in New England men. We “Never heard that riddle,” said Mr. Um- wishes to be called, noticed my advertise. seem to be always coming back here after below. “Please repeat it, sir.”

ment, and, though he knew nothing of the something we left behind when we moved I did so, and, after repeating it to him- estate, having but recently arrived in Lon- over in the seventeenth century. The Mayself, he became so absorbed in the solution don, he seemed interested, and, as a stranger, flower was not quite large enough to bring that I turned to Mr. Bodley and said: had a claim upon my hospitality.”

all the household gods, and we have been Pray tell me, sir, whom I may expect to “Well, Mr. Bodley,” said I, some of fetching away old chips and relics of the see here to-day, for you remember I did not your guests, I fancy, will, like me,

have to homestead ever since. Did you not have a get my invitation in the same way as others, thank your generosity for saving them from strange familiarity with scenes and names and so have not seen those who are to come.” a solitary Christmas - dinner, All of these here, as if you were visiting a place left in

“I was governed by various considera- names which you have mentioned are only childhood ? I recollect very well my first tions in my selection," said be. “I formed names to me, but it is pleasant to think that, experience. I came over in a ship to Lonno special test other than real relationship. widely separated in interests and associa- don, and, on landing, went to my bankers to I don't know, but I am a little afraid that I tions, we can yet find shelter under the com- look for letters. Twisting about among the made a mistake regarding one of my invita- mon name and at the table of the head of the streets, and reading the familiar names, I tions. However, I think, with Mr. Tyrel's ex- family. I must confess that I already feel happened all at once to look up, and there ception, we are all of the family. There is a drawn toward these different guests." Mr. was St. Paul's towering above me! It took fellow - countryman of yours, Mr. Increase Bodley looked pleased, and I continued: “It me by surprise, and the Eogland of my dreams Byles, and his wife. They came together yes- would be singular, would it not, if, being all rushed upon me, obliterating for a moment terday, and he seemed more desirous of talk. of one family, we should each be, until to- | the England I landed on.” ing over a project of his with me than of the day, unacquainted with one another ? Do “Yes, I know all about that,” said Mr. matter in hand. He is a descendant pretty you know if these guests have ever met each Umbelow; “but the effect was less forcible direct from Governor Bodley; the Byleses other ? "

on me, because I had already passed through and the Penhallows are equally removed from Never, so far as I can learn,” said Mr. the same experience in New York. You may the governor, and the families diverge in the Bodley. “It was a part of my plan to bring smile, but New York and Boston, to an Amernext generation. So you are not very nearly together those wbo have been especially soli ican born at Kawaike, are the London of an related to him. His wife seems rather detary. The Byleses have only recently come American born on the Atlantic coast. I spondent, and it was chiefly on her account to London from Paris. Mr. Pecker, as I said, landed at the Battery, and I felt as if I were in that I invited them. I think their loss of the is just from Madras, and M. Bodelet from a dream. I walked up Broadway, and could estate touched her more than it did him. Texas."

hardly believe my senses." Then there is Mr. Henry Pecker, lately from “M, Bodelet and I can claim common in- I laughed, and said: Madras, where he has been for a number of terests in part,” said I, “ for my brother once

“ Distance must have great power of en. years past making collections in natural his- made a visit to San Antonio.-But, Mr. Um- chantment if it can throw an air of romance tory. He shows the effects of the climate, below”—and I turned to that gentleman, over New York; but I am afraid one must although I do not think his appearance is who was standing apart, wholly oblivious to look eastward to see it. From this shore wholly owing to the heat. I should think he our conversation—“Mr. Umbelow, we bave our western country seems very sharply de. might have suffered from stooping too much been noticing the remote places from which fined, and so extremely new and clean-cut to pick up shells and the like. But he is a Mr. Bodley's guests to-day come: pray, where that no moss has grown over it yet. I came pleasing man, and is in some trouble about is your home.

here to escape from cewness." his collection. He never had put in very "My home? I was born of American “ Antiquity is the product of our recollec. strong claims to the estate, but his mother's parents at Kawaike, in the Hawaiian Islands, tion multiplied by the objects about us," said name having been Bodley he applied, and I ) and near there my father's family still re- Mr. Umbelow, somewhat oracularly. “I can

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generally produce it wherever I am, but it and stilled his agitation with her presence, delighted only to recognize me. He shook will have more sway over my mind as I have affording, it seemed to me, a shelter to which my hand fervently, but was obliged to say, re. less occasion to shut my eyes. The world the trembling animal could run and hide luctantly: "I am afraid you will think poor. grows older every day, and the accumulation there securely. My companion and I sat in ly--very poorly of my memory, Mr. Penbal. of the centuries constitutes our antiquity. awkward silence, and I felt a guilty confu- low; but I have been a dozen years away Yesterday is antique to us; day before yes. sion embarrassing me as if I had been party from home. Could I have met you in Ma. terday less so, because it needed its own to some infamous attempt on my host's hap- dras ! ” particle of incrustation to add to the general piness. Miss Bodley turned to me presently, “Ob, no," said I, coloring. “Miss Bod. sum. That is antiquity of time, and is one and said:

ley is probably referring to our connection factor. I call it the multiplicand because, “So, Mr. Penballow, have you brought as members of the widely-scattered Bodley while an absolute quantity, it is capable of your Christmas spirit with you ?”

family." being multiplied by place-a multiplier which I might have thought the words ironical Ah! quite so," said he, reliered. “Yes, varies with the number of social and political had I not seen her face, and heard, too, a pe- blood is thicker than water. I have been so sponges which have rubbed over it." Mr. culiar tenderness in her voice which I knew, long away, and lived so much alone, that it Umbelow hesitated here, perceiving that he though unconsciously given to me, was really is a great pleasure, a very great pleasure, to was getting too deep for himself, and felt meant for her father's jarred ear.

find myself on my return at once in the about for a rock to recover his breath on. own voice grow gentler as I said :

midst of my own relations.-Mr. Bodles, my “ That is the reason, Mr. Bodley," he said, “If peace and good - will make up the dear sir,” and he grasped his hand again, " I with his one smile, which appeared to spread spirit. Last evening you quite exorcised the must thank you once more for this hospita. over his face only when there was a splash- evil spirit that was in me. I hardly think I ble—this very hospitable reception." Mr. ing about very far below the surface-_" that should have been fit to come to-day other- Pecker emphasized his hearty shake of Mr. is the reason why I had hoped I might pos- wise. One needs a sort of private Christmas Bodley's hand with another little quarer of a sess the estate. It would have been pleas. sometimes to qualify him for taking part in shake afterward, just as he was perpetually ant to put myself the position of an Eng. the general rejoicing. But if you find me going behind bis adjectives and giving them lish gentleman for a season, and read Nature extremely melancholy, pray remember that a push with some expletive. and humanity by the help afforded in such a excess of joy weeps, excess of sorrow Mr. Umbelow, meanwhile, maintained : station." laughs.'”

blank composure — his face being a high “I may not precisely enter into your * Ah," said she, and her face lit up with store-wall behind which all sorts of impormeaning," said Mr. Bodley, with a gentle an animated smile, “ Blake taught you that." tant operations might be going on unknuwe apology for his dullness ; "but you are quite Here Mr. Umbelow, as if neither of us to the careless observer. For myself, I was right in supposing that no place affords a had been speaking, went on with the conver. wondering how I should establish my connecbetter position for looking out upon the sation which had been interrupted by Mr. tion, for I never had known a soul #bo bad world, and I trust that I may have the pleas. Bodley's nervous exclamation :

been in Madras, so far as I could tell, and ure and honor of entertaining you very often “I was telling Mr. Penhallow about a this Mr. Pecker had been an exile for twenty at Bodley Hall."

common friend of ours, Miss Bodley, when years. I could only bide my time. "That is well,” said Mr. Umbelow, in his you came in"

“You are heartily welcome," said old deliberating manner, as if weighing all mat- "Is it not singular," said I, rudely trip- | Paul Bodley, with as cordial a manner, " and ters as they were presented to bim in the deli- ping up his speech, “that Mr. U:nbelow and I hope often to have the pleasure of receir. cate scales of his nice judgment; “but there I, who never met before, should within a few ing you at Bodley Hall. I trust this is but is an essential difference between mere resi- minutes discover a friend in common? I the beginning of our family gatherings." I dence and possession. My object would not have always had a notion that any two civil. could not smile as I looked at bim, nor, I be attained without actual ownership of the ized persons coming together, and chancing did his daughter, for the position wlich Bodley estate."

upon the right line of talk, will discover not be took, so perfectly fitting if he had really “But that is quite impossible-quite im- merely that they have tastes in common, but been the bead of the family and in the ances. possible," said Mr. Bodley, with firmness. that they have friends in common, or are tral ball, carried such a touch of melancholy

Still,” said Mr. Umbelow, apparently joined by some personal thread, even though to my mind, since I knew it to be an halluci. talking most to himself, “I do not see how they may be very widely removed in position nation, that I felt strong compassion for him, else one could perfectly identify himself with and circumstance. I am ready to wager that and an unwillingness that his nature shca'd the spirii of historic England."

I shall be able to establish some such con. be laid bare to those who might be unstopa. “Vr. Umbelow," said I, anxious to avoid nection with the next guest that arrives." thizing. Mr. Pecker, I felt, could be relied an outbreak from Mr. Bodley, who I thought “You will have an opportunity to test on, but I distrusted t'mbelow, and I wondered was cxercising great self-control, “I once your theory now," she said, “ for I hear some how the rest would turn out.

The whole knew a gentleman from the Hawaiian Isl- one in the passage.”.

occasion for the first time appeared to ne ands. I wonder if you ever chanced to meet “Mr. Umbelow, too,” said I, hurriedly. such a painful mockery, and so liable to sobre him? He was a land-agent when I knew liim, “ He will discover at least the acquaintance disastrous conclusion, that I felt an instire though formerly he had been an auctioneer- of in acquaintance.”

tive apprehension that it could not be carried Mr. Silas Kennicut."

The door opened, and Mr. Bodley and his through. Indeed, the unreality of the four“I knew him," said he-“I knew bim daughter rose to receive the guest, who was dation on which the whole gathering rested well. He married my sister. He killed him. | presented as Mr. llenry Pecker, from Madras. gave me the sense of acting a part, assisting self finally.”

He was a little, bald-beaded man, pinched in at some ghostly banquet, where each gcept “Killed bimself!” cried Mr. Bodley. “Oh, every part as if he had been an apple hung was aware of the illusiveness of the scene, hor dreadful-how dreadful, Mr. Umbelow! in an Indian sun, and yet with it merry sort and aware, too, that the rest were equally Tell me, what made him do it—what made of squeak of a voice which intimated that cognizant of it, while yet none whispered him do it? Was his body found ? "

the juices were by no means dried up in him. his secret to his neighbor. I resolved for of He uttered this so excitedly, repeating " Mr. Umbelow," said Fear, mischievous. part that I would do my best to keep the each phrase, that I was startled, and Mr. Um- ly, "is, I believe, not so well known to you, word Bodley out of the conversation, and to below looked blanker than ever. The change Mr. Pecker; but Mr. Penhallow here is an make the dinner as little as possible like s from quietness to confusion in Mr. Bodley old acquaintance, I think."

supposed family gathering.

How vain the was so swift that I could think of nothing I knit my eyebrows deprecatingly, for I 'resolution ! else than the similar scene when he started did not want my search to be.obstructed by “ Did you ever see Bodley Hall !" asked from his sleep the night before. Now, as any untimely advertisement of it.

Mr. Pecker, turning to me. then, he found himself soothed, for his “ Indeed !” said Mr. Pecker, looking in. "No," I replied; “I have traveled hat daughter came quickly into the room, and, quiringly at me through his glasses, and yet very little in the English country. My home without regarding us, sat beside her father, with an eager expression as if he would be is in America. Have you ever visited in

saw,

country, Mr. Pecker? I think Mr. Bodley Are rot Mr. and Mrs. Byles neighbors | confidence, gentleness, and tact of her vis-d. Lold me you were a naturalist. You would of yours, or at least neighbors of your neigh vis ; nor was the personal contrast less strikfind a great field for exploration there. We bors?"

ing, for Mrs. Byles was angular and worn out have hardly begun to scratch the earth."

“ We're New England people, sir,” said in appearance, looking, if so far-fetched an "I have wished much, very much, to Mr. Byles, half jerking his reluctant wife for- illustration may be permitted, like a dusttravel in America," said he, “ especially now

ward on his arm. “ Yankees of pure

blood. cloth that once had been an ornamental since I have resolved not to return to India. I was raised in New Hampshire; my wife bere apron; and naturally, since I learned after. But, unless I had such a possession as Bod. was a Bodley, descended from old Governor ward that she had descended by degrees ley Hall, I should almost think it wrong, Bodley, and lived in Massachusetts, down in from the place of a household pet to that of unpardonably wrong, to begin my collecting Scituate."

a poor woman leading a hard life, put by her again.”

“Well,” said I, “Mrs. Byles's home is not busband to uses for which she never had “I assure you," I said, not quite under- far from mine. I live at Roxbury, near Bos- been made. Mr. Pecker, also in the corner, standing his objection, “our naturalists lead ton, and I once spent a summer in Scituate.” | keeping his bald head excitedly nodding, and a very simple life."

“You don't say so!” said Mr. Byles, with his hands rubbing over Mr. Umbelow's talk, “Oh, quite so," said the naturalist, smil. animation. “I haven't seen a neighbor this and occasionally enlivening his own by taking cheerfully; no simpler though than I, long while. Penhallow ?-I don't remember ing little liberties with Mr. Umbelow's knees, I warrant. But you see my difficulty. Here

the name.

I knew a man by the name of patting them with his palm, tapping them I arrive in London with a ship-load-a large | Penniman, near where I lived at Plymouth.” with his knuckles, or bearing down on them ship-load, I may say-of specimens'in alco- I was not over-anxious to discover a very with the point of bis forefinger, was so very bol, and, bless you, I have no place to put close connection with Mr. Byles, who seemed animated that Mr. Umbelow's blank gravity them! I saw Mr. Bodley's advertisement yes- rather disagreeable at first sight, being, to and stolid composure seemed a sort of target, terday ; I knew my mother was a Bodley, use an expressive Americanism, so "slicked at which he was practising. and I thought, 'Why, if here is Bodley Hall up' that I felt there was an unpleasant na- But perhaps the two by whom I sat were vacant, it is just the place, the very place, ture which would show itself palpably through most markedly opposed. Mi. Bodley was for my collection. I did not have hopes, but his slicking,' and, withal, so wiry and fidg. the listener mainly, and an amiable deference, I called. To be sure, our good host here told ety was be that I began to catch some of born of native courtesy, was so blended with me that my chance for that was gone, but at his uneasy workings assert themselves in my à certain dignity of manner that I could not least I've got a Christmas - dinner, a jolly own nerves. But, feeling my chance with help thinking the worse of Mr. Byles, that he Christmas-dinner, by being a Bodley.” And Mr. Pecker to be rather slight, as it seemed could sit directly opposite to him and be so he rubbed his hands.

hardly fair to assert a connection on the little impressed with his nature; few, surely, "Mr. Pecker," said Mr. Umbelow, at this ground that I knew Silas Kennicut, and he i would fail to be won into some show of repoint, " did I understand you to say that you married the sister of a man who spent half spect, but Mr. Byles addressed him exactly had been collecting in India ? "

an hour with Mr. Pecker in a ruined fortress as he did me, with a manner which was in. “Just so, sir. I suppose there is not a in India, though, at a pinch, this would an. solent from its undeviating self - assertion. creeping thing, a lovely creeping thing, that swer — I was disposed to take some small He was a tall, coarse, ungainly man, with the I have not a specimen of. They are all credit out of this new-comer; so I turned to largest hands I ever measured with my eye, packed in tins of alcohol. It would do you Fear and said, with a twinkle:

and he seemed to plant himself immovably good to see them. Are you interested in “ Is it not singular, Miss Bodley, that Mr. upon the rock of his own selfish purpose. reptiles or insects ? "

Byles and I should have discovered so soon And yet Mr. Byles, if you took him at his “ And were you at Námkal in April, a common acquaintance, for I find that he word, was a man of broad views and grand 1840 ? ” pursued Mr. Umbelow, looking knows a Mr. Penniman, who, I have no sohemes. He was laying one down at this straight before him, as if his thoughts were doubt, is the very person with whom I spent time to Mr. Bodley and myself—it was the not to be turned to the right or left. a summer once in the White Mountains.-Mr.

great purpose, he assured us, of his life, and April, 1840 ?—to be sure.

I got a mag

Byles, is your friend Mr. Penniman, Mr. Job for the sake of it, he told us very soon, he nificent, a truly magnificent Phyllium sicci- Penniman, who had a farm at Campton ? " bad consented to join this Christmas comfolium. I remember."

“No, sir, his name was not Job. I don't pany. It was through science, be declared, “In the inclosure of the old Hyder Ali know anybody by the name of Penniman in that the great development of the world was fortress on the high rock," said Umbelow, Campton. I don't know anybody in Camp- to come about; he had just begun to collect “I saw you." ton at all. Where is Campton ? "

the facts, and out of the facts were to be ob“ What! what !” said the naturalist. 'Why," said I, rather disconcerted, “not tained the great laws of life, and these laws “ You don't mean– To be sure! I see it all far from Plymouth, in New Hampshire, where again were to be redistributed, through the now. i reinember you perfectly. You were you said you lived."

intelligent appreciation of man, in their influ. copying that griffin on the doorway. Dear “Oh, dear, no! I was raised away up at ence on the human race, but in a more equa. me! this is singular. And, I suppose, we Colebrooke, but I lived down in Plymouth, ble manner than at present. Our age was were cousins all the time, and I never have Massachusetts, where the Pilgrims landed. one of experiment, of fact-gathering, and he seen you since ! ”

Don't you know the place? I taught school was a humble (but he uttered the word hum. “I did not know your name,” said Um- there."

ble, as it were, with the shake of a fist) labor. below, “but I have recalled your face since Miss Bodley was laughing behind her er in the field. He was collecting the facts you came in."

hand, and I was almost resolved to know a l concerning Man. “Yes," he added, raising “So you and Mr. Umbelow have met be- Penniman in Plymouth, but I feared the his voice,“ be was intending to collect Man fore ? " said Mr. Bodley, and I really thought sharp tongue of Mr. Byles. He turned, how. himself." he looked a trifle disappointed.

ever, to Mr. Bodley, while his wife answered “Mr. Bodley,” said he, at this point, paus. “Only for a half-hour, a delightful half- Miss Bodley's questions, and, as Messrs. ¡ ing and fastening him with his eye until I hour," said Mr. Pecker, getting up and shak- Pecker and Umbelow were engaged in a cor- saw that the old gentleman began to feel un. ing Umbelow's hand, which he had to pick ner, I had leisure to notice the groups while easy, “I am prepared to give you an opporup and shake for himself, it hung so passive. listening to Mr. Byles. The pairs were oddly tunity to share in this great work. You have

“ This is too funny,” said Fear, aside to consorted, as if each one had chanced upon it in your power to make the name of Bodley

“I begin to believe you will make your his or her opposite pole. Mrs. Byles, for in- the most noble in the world's history, and I point.” I said nothing, but my heart mis- stance, was so frightened, so anxious and will tell you how. My mission is, as I just gave me. Once more the door was opened, weary-looking, sending stray glances toward said, to collect the facts concerning man. and two new-comers were presented. “Fel- her husband, as if she feared him, and yet We must get the differentia of mankind. But low - countrymen of yours, Mr. Penhallow," feared he might run away from her; she an- man is scattered; he is found under various said Mr. Bodley, on introducing us, and his swered in such a confused manner, that she influences, some more, some less advantadaughter added :

brought into stronger relief the quiet, self. geous to him. We must bring him together.

me.

We must bring him into one place, and per- of the absurdity, when happily two more player placed on her knees, working the bel. mit him to have the same advantages and guests were announced, and an elderly, pre- lows in an ungainly fashion with her elbows the same conditions of growth. If I may ex- cisely-dressed gentlewoman entered, who was while performing. My parents had said she press myself, not in scientific but in figura- introduced as Miss Northumberland, and after was spoiled by flattery, and that her motber tive terms, man is now dismembered. The her came the lawyer Tyrel. The latter quite was acting very foolishly in letting her gror wild Indian of the Western world, and the surprised me by the change in his appear- up idle; but then all parents were not so savage generally, is the legs; the American ance, for he was decidedly the best dressed wise as mine. I had laughed at her then, settler is the arms, Catholic Christendom is of the company, and carried himself so and refused to be petted by her as she wished. the body, and Protestant Christendom is the haugbtily that I waited quite timidly for a And here she was, blown by so singular a head; bring these scattered members to- second introduction. Indeed, we all rather wind across the water to my side in this gether, and we shall begin to get an idea of gave way before him, except Mr. Byles, who chance gathering ! Certainly it was she ; and Man. My plan is not a mere dream, it is a seemed incapable of being subdued by any yet what a transformation she had undergone practical scheme. I will collect specimens | thing or anybody. The disturbance of intro- from that giggling, simpering girl, ignorant of mankind from all the great races for the duction over, we settled into a decorous and of labor or care, to this weary, forlorn, and foundation; next I will gather specimens of awkward silence. I found myself next to faded woman, chained to Mr. Byles's war. man as a worker, and will show the first Mrs. Byles, while her husband had attached chariot, and evidently quite at his mercy, if steps in human improvement; then I will ob- himself to Tyrel, and I could hear the word he had that attribute ! tain examples of man as a poet; and, finally, MAN occasionally coming in, in loud cap- “So you do not recollect me:” said she, crown the whole with a few choice illustra- itals.

petulantly, as I looked half wondering at her. tions of the philosopher. I will obtain each “Your husband seems very much ab. “I knew you as soon as I came into the room, by appeals to the appropriate desires ; my sorbed in his schemes," I said, politely, to but I didn't show it;" and she looked at me race-men, being pure specimens, will be en- my neighbor.

with a half-cunning look. ticed through their appetites; my workers “Oh, very, very,” said she, fanning her. “Yes, I do," said I ; “ but you must not will form an exhibition of the arts; my poets self hurriedly. “I don't quite understand think it strange that I should hesitate a mowill contend for a prize, as in the ancient them all. But, tell me, this estate—I don't ment; it was so long ago that I was at your games; and my philosophers—they shall be know much about it, but is it a house in the house, and so wholly out of my mind that I a congress to discuss the subjects which will country?"

should meet you here. But how long have be so readily prompted by the occasion, the She spoke in a whisper, and I answered in you been married? I had not heard of it." whole forming a glorious pyramid, at the top like manner, as if we were telling confidences “Ten years," said she, with a sigh, lookof which will sit this small and select body. to each other:

ing at me in a languishing manner which cof. The result will be man, man as he is, and “I really cannot say precisely. I believe ered a real weariness, and yet was absurdly man as an egg, out of which sball come there is a Bodley Hall."

affected. “ Two summers after your pa Tas something even more wonderful! Mr. Bod. “But I suppose Mr. Bodley and his daugh at our house." ley, there is a place waiting for this gather- | ter will move there in the summer?”

I felt an instinctive dread lest she sbould ing, a place raised up, I may say, for this “I really cannot say,” said I, again ; " but make me her confidant, and hurried to change end, and there is a meaning in this acquaint- perhaps Miss Bodley could tell you."

the subject. ance which I have accidentally formed with “Oh, don't!" said she“ don't ask ber. “ And your sisters--are they married ?" you. Here am I with my thought, which has I suppose she will, and I was thinking, if Mr. “No, not one of them," said she, “and I only begun to open in all its relations, and Byles should have to travel, he might like to was the youngest.” Poor, silly thing! She here are you with Bodley Hall and its fair have me stay somewhere there, and—and you was just going to tell me her trials, and now expanse of field and flood to complete my know I might do some house-keeping, though a flutter of the old vanity blew them away. thought by making it an act.”

I have a great deal to learn. I think I could “Mr. Byles is very learned," she went on, Mr. Byles paused. The conversation of learn in the country."

fanning herself in a stately manner, "and is the rest had gradually been driven out by “Was the country your home ?” I asked. in correspondence with a great many distis. his voice, and he found himself the orator “Oh, I remember; your husband told us you guished men. He came to Scituate one som of this small assembly. I looked at the oth-lived in Scituate."

mer and stopped at Mr. Vassal's, but he spent ers. Mrs. Byles seemed disturbed and un- “Hush!" she whispered, lower still. most of his time at our house, talking with happy. Mr. Pecker was listening with an “Won't you move a little round, sir ? the

pa at first." astonishment which found no sympathy, ap- light hurts my eyes.”

“Maria !” sounded Mr. Byles's harsh parently, in Mr. Umbelow, who was immov. “ Mr. Byles is her sun, then,” I thought, voice, and the poor thing dropped her fan and able. Old Mr. Bodley was restive under Mr. as I obeyed her gesture, which placed me as answered hurriedlyByles's eye, and turned hesitatingly toward a sort of shield from him.

“ Well, Mr. Byles." his daughter. She answered, composedly, for Then she looked at me with a simpering "I want to introduce you to my friend

glance, which appeared on ber worn face like Mr. Tyrel.” “Your plan, Mr. Byles, is one of genius, a poor remnant of some happier days, and I thought this rather an unusual manner certainly. Have you any specimens ready to said:

of proceeding, but Mrs. Byles arose and set up in this living museum ?” “Don't you remember Maria Wetherel, moved toward the men.

Her husband did “I have merely been surveying the field Mr. Eustace ?"

not even rise, but turned to the lawyer and as yet,” he replied, “and have my eye on a The smile and the name brought back to said: few good localities. I shall travel, and I pro- me a dim recollection, I had not scanned “This is my wife, Mr. Tyrel. Mrs. Byles pose to establish a central agency here in her face before for a reminiscence, but now I was a Bodley." London, to which I can forward my speci- did recall the person of one whom I had not Tyrel stood up in all his magnificence and

But we have devoted our life and seen since the summer which I had spent, made a low bow to Mrs. Byles, handing her s means to this end, and we shall not be back- when a boy, a dozen years back, in the little chair with great empressement. I moved torward to make sacrifices. Mrs. Byles and my- | village of Scituate. We had staid at the ard Miss Bodley, who was sitting with her fsself will form a part of the convention. She Wetherels', a farmer-family with five or six ther and Miss Northumberland, but both will illustrate woman as house-keeper, and I, daughters, the youngest of whom was ten groups were near me. Mrs. Byles, I sac, was besides my necessary duties as general mana- years my senior ; but, like every boy, I had thrown into a divided confusion, half timid ger, shall occasionally take my place in the noticed traits of character, and had set down next to her husband, and half fiattered bs congress of philosophers, to discuss the va. this Maria Wetherel as a very silly girl, be. Tyrel's unnecessarily courteous manner. Fear rious facts and problems presented.”

cause she wore long curls and turned up her had seen the introduction, and our eyes met. We were all staring now, and Miss Bod. eyes, and made doleful music with a singular She was vered at herself for that, I was sure ; ley was getting very red between her indigna- musical instrument, a melodeon without legs, but she saw in my face a response to her own tion in behalf of Mrs. Byles and her sense! as I suppose it might be called, which the opinion of our neighbor's conduct. She

him :

mens.

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