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Cop J .ghted by the datum, and puDi'l.~: by trauma-:23 With him. (Continued 7mm last week) faded scat. Could the speaker give no hope to the wretched liste. ers hanging on his lips? Must they cringe forever at the foot of p01 er? Their thin. worn hands made the brea . but it was snatched from their mouths and riolcd out in scanty allo 1'- ance as the price of hopeless slavery. He had never seen it before. “Who ishel ' he whispered to his compan- ion. The man did not even turn his face irom the speaker. ' It is Curran. He belongs to the labor league.” This then. was the ar'itator his 28. herspOzeof. And Bertha ha pictured him rightly with his clustering auburn . oo anioment he stood silent. while ..,,._. 2- L:.. “um: eho cnnla from we Speaks“. ‘ It is Curran. He belongs to the labor league.” This then. was the unitator his fa her spo=e of. And Bertha had pictured him rightly with his clustering auburn hair. Foo amoment he stood silent. while under the divine light in his eyes the souls of each one ripened for his next words "Alone vou can do nothing. but united we can shake the world, and allover the land the oppressed are banding together We a. e weak now. but when the long stifled voice of your wrongs finds utterance. the answering moans of millions will rouse your souls to the resistless martyr pitch Then it will seem sweet to dieâ€"yes to starveâ€"with your dear ones about you in- spired with the same enthusiasm. W hen the generation is born which dare starve but has forgotten how to yield. and even for the bread of life will not sell its child- ren in to eternal slavery, then will the gold of the rich rot worthless in their white hands tiil they divide with us our common heritage ” He stopped and sat down. and as his en- thusiasm faded from his face. Philip saw he was not handsome. The eyes that had seemed so wonderful were too deep seated beneath his heavy brows. and his smooth shaved face was scarred from ex sure to sun and storm; yet. while he ad been speaking. pity and divine wrath in turn _... 1.. LL. oven and “"117- auu auu on--.-, J-.. 7 ,, speaking. pity and divine wrath in turn me‘ting and burning in his eyes and light- ing up his rugged cheeks, he had seemed beautiful like an archangel The audience sat in silence amoment, then one man shuffled his feet uneasily. then another, and then all rose listlessly to their feet. Philip thought their zest in life had gone so long age that they did not even miss it; they be remembered “that u..- â€"«A--.‘nl‘ gm QLanahtau 133% even lula.‘ u, una- uv -c..-.....--.,,, his life was, bright as a June morning. Did God love him so much better than these weary creatures whose only refuge was in hopel ssnessl Then he thought of Bertha waiting for him. and he hurried out. glad that he seemed to be escaping notice. Where was the funny adventure he had to tell his S‘eetheart? A new world had been revealed to him; a world Within the world he had played with that knew no such thing as mirth but fed for- ever on bitter realities. and his little Spark of happiness seemed smothered in its black might. Each one must have a family circle of his own. There were hungry eyes that 1005 ed to him for the cheer his poor heart was to dead to give Suddenly a heafy hand was_ laid on his shoulder. ,_ .u- _- -I.--- .A "A On use-VJ um“. um -.._ "Frans you aim govt no place to go to, friend " It was Ins big whiskered compan- ion in the 11911. Grew-s; .IULI Au buc unu. uu-v v ‘ I sort 0‘ liked your looks in the meetin‘ to-night, and you re welcome to a. bed at my house if you want. it " ‘éOn. no," stumbled Philip, at his wit's en ”Oh, no? Why not, then? Where be you goin' to stay." and the man tool: his hand from the young man's shoulder and eyed him suspiciously. “Why he wanted to go home and lay 03 his masquerade forever Bertha all radiant in all that wealth can add to beauty was awaiting him. He had so much to tell her.’ but he had nothing to a“; your an. ' I won't take no refusal " insisted the man, taking Phiiip by the arm “No words: Jane will get along easy with an extra for once I presume you've slept in Wuss places.” Say_aioud_._ CHAPTER III. Ax L'XWILLIXG GUEST. Philip thought things were going a. little too far. and as he walk ed along with his un- desirable host he began to plane escapes. Up on the hill to his left he could see, now and then, between the houses, his own home and the lights in its window streaming wel- come to him. The tense mood relaxed in him, old habits of thought and association made themselves felt again; the poor man walking heavily by his side seemed a. thou- sand miles removed from him. “Here we are,” said Graves, as he led the mill owner‘s son up a. couple of rickety look- ing steps to a. doorway. Philip was not pleased at all; he had seen enough poverty to-nitht; he did not care to particularize. Wea‘ was the use of distressing himself over this man‘s private miseries and discomforts? Wasn‘t it written in all the books of political economy thatâ€"but Graves opened the door and waited for his unwilling guest to go in before him. The poor man's heart was warm in the unwanted exercise of hospitality. With an ungracious frown on his face Philip entered the dimly lighted room, his great boots sounding with startling effect on the bare floor. The top heavy kerosene lamp mturneddown, butwiththeheartiness of. utmehost, Graves turned up the lamp so that Philip could look about him. Therewas little enough to seeâ€"a round pine table with n little blue, cracked crokery on it, a rusty cooking stove, two or three dingy, unpainted chimahighbacked rocking chfirnrith 3 Med. shapeless chintz cushion, and what seemed to be a sofa. in one corner. At flxst Philip thought the i-oom _had been unoccupied, but as Graves turned up the hmpatrifie more he saw it wasnwomnn lyingupon the sofaâ€"swomanwith sunken black eyes mdmwlmloschehwhose looselybonndhair,graybeforeiu fimtell donovuhu‘shoulders. “The woman'ssick,or she’d get up and mktoyou,”sa.idvaa,w’mha newgen- minhbwicqashelookednt the wife dhisyouth. “Theyanyixemightgetwon itwecouldpaydoctors’hma. Ehfilumie?’ mgflwhoswodinthedocrwayhdha , , ,A A__L L-A. BY CHARL as; if) [’1 Author. _az_zd pubhs! 183?. ’ mother's face, too, but with the bloom of period. heath lightening up its olive. Involuntarily he ’rose to his feet and bowed, but as the girl only seemed to regard himasone might look atacircus tumbler; Philip relapsed into his seat, in the humilia- tionbeauty an putuponthe greatestotus. “Nothin’ but cold potatoes? Well, I guns they‘ll do with a little salt and a piece of bread.” “Did Curran speak?” asked the girl. ‘1 A!) _L- .‘_'Iâ€"A 5 tOnIy weaver, I somehow. tient, as he fancied, even for his poor tribute to her lover’s praise. “He is wonderful,” he assented, “but what I don’t understand is, that he can be such a. man and still a weaver. “'here did he learn it an?” 11'.’.J‘I . . 1,. \Uu BUD ”Jam- “â€"-.__,v Philip’s heart jumped. 01 course he couldn‘t stay, but what excuse could he give for coming at: all, then? “Be you lookin’ for a job?” asked Graves. after his daughter had left them. It occurred to Philip that he had one, if ho wanted itâ€"m put one spark of happiness into such lives as these, but he nodded. The man looked him over rather disparagingly. “Well, wash yourself up and block your boots 3. bit, and I guefi I can do somethin’ for you in the mill. It’s hard work and small pay, but we never had better, you and. me. We don‘t well know what we miss bem’ poor, we miss it such a big ways.” “How long has Curran lived here?” asked Philip incoherently. The man stared at him a. moment. "0h! Curran, he ain’t been here more‘n a six month. He aim; got: no folks; he lives down to one of them factory bourdin‘ houses, but don‘t have no friends, or talk about any- thin’ but what you heard to-night. But it’s all useless.” Graves looked gloomily on the floor. “We aint got no show; the rich are too many for us. I guess it‘s human nature for one man to boss the crowd, or it wouldn’t u. always been so. There‘s the girl, she’ll show you where to sleep. Be up early in the mornin‘, now.” - - - , 1 A. L- J “Yes,” answered Philip. â€"a. common laborer?” Th But nobody took oflense: their guest of being anytl mon laborer. "I an“ “Have you got enough to eat? Well, knowledge has got pretty well through all classes now, for those as wants it. It’s there for all who have eyes or ears for it. Why, friend, where have you been all your life! Brains md hearts don‘t go by station. I’ve found sxmrter men in shops and millsthan most we send to song-$3. There’s thousands like Curran, if they only go: the stirrin’ he’s , 4‘. “.4. 63ml: (1115311 uULuL'. yum v w ‘anuu --. -_,____ “What? Oh, yes, goodby, but I’m goin’ to see you in the mornin’.” His bedroom, on which the roof encroach“: gmedily, was newly whitewashed, or else was seldom 150d. His lamp sat on a. wonder chair with no back to it, crowded by atin wash basin, with his portion of water half filling it, and a round black ball of soap. Then Philip turned to look at the bed they wall. Disguised! his own father would not have known him, and he had a. sensation of double consciousnessas he saw his own re- flection. Perhaps Graves was dis-Tuiscd too, and all the ill dressed men he had seen that ’evening, who suffered as much in their wretched lives as he could, who could enjoy all that brightened his own life as much. And clothes made the difi'erence between him and them, apparent- ly, perhaps really. The world managed ac- cording to the clothes standardâ€"for the man who could borrow a. broadcloth suit, com- forts, consideration, happinessâ€"for the man Uvam,n h... -____, 9 HA J . had some way. Now, Jane, it’s about tune You got this nmn’s bed read '.” .na “av-an 1m -u-.. - ""‘r ___, , had made for him on aslzit bedstead “'itl low headboard but not so low as the thin pillow. How many times must anybody double the pillow to make it fit for his land! For a. counterpane was the girl‘s plaid shawl; he had sceu it on a. nail down stains. Poor little girl, she would want it very early in the morning. Then he glanced in the eight by ten looking glass that hung on the white ””4 1 _-L The only course for him seemed to be 6 follow the girl, and Philip rose to his feet. “Good night,” he said. The sick woman opened her eyes in surprise. Such people 11 they found no time for amenities in the} drem'v home. Graves looked. nrogpd. ,E_IL‘ LUAW, VUHDAULI-MUAU...’ “arr“.-.w _-. "H "H,” in overalls, wow-y days, cheer-less houses, hunger andâ€"bah. Phillis) pulled off his great boots and threw them angrily across the room; he did not know What to make of it all. u: u... 110 did not propose to spend the night here. of course, and fa'ce the fa'niily and his ’job in the mill in the morning, but he might as well lie down till the house was asleep and escape became possible. But he could not lie down with all his paint on and spoil the poor little pillow. So he takes of]? his yellow whiskers, and makes Such good use of the basin of water and the ball of soup that when he next looked in the little mirror he saw no longer the road dust) tramp, but the fresh, kindly face of a young man who has never tasted of the bitter foun- tains of life. He started as if he had been shot; the windows had no curtains, and any passerby might have seen his transforma- tion. Then came a heavy step on the stairs. He blew out the light and buried himself in the bedclothes. In a. moment more the door opened and Philip was breathing heavily. L “Asleep!" it was the voice of his host. “Well, I s‘pose the morning will (10. Pretty tired, I guess; wonder how far he came to- day!” and Graves closed the door after him and went down stairs again. “â€"0! course Philip was not going to sleep, but there would. be no harm' 111 just closing his eyes, he eould thin}: _sc_) much better. 1-2; -2 VJ-,,__ ,, Here he was drinking in the very life of the poor, a. strange, terrible life he had never really imagined before. He had seen how worn and broken were their men, and read the pathetic lines of despair and sullen wretchedna's written on their faces, as if in silent reproach to the providence that had inflicted the unsoftencd curse of life on them. He had seen, too, their haplem girlhood, which beauty cannot cheer, which love only makes blacker, as the path of lightning a star-less night. And their sick, too, with no nursing, no gentle words, no comforts to as- suage one hour of pain. Then he seemed to be in the hall once more, and thrilling under the eloquence of the man Curran. Suddenly he opened his eyes wide. It could not be he was going to sleep, the bed was too hardâ€"- absurdâ€"there could be no danger. But in five minutes the heir of tho Breton mills was sound asleep in John Graves’ garret room. How long hghwd slept Philip had no more idea. than Rip Van Winkle on a. former ocea- sion; indeed it took him a. ridiculously long time to separate dmms and facts enough to get his bearings. Was that moonlight in the east, or dawn? Perhaps theAfamily were all -w-, -_ up and mp0 would be imposible. He bounded to his feet and clutched at his false whiskers, but alas! his paint was all dis- solvodinthetinbasin. Eisonlychzmoewas ingetting away unnoticed, and in two min- utes more he wag-oping out of his little room and down the steep stairs, boots in hand. He slowly opened the door into the sittingroom. What if Gravesstoodwithin curiously watching. An odd guest, this, stealingout before daybreak. AgainPhilip wishedhehadsmyedsthome that night. ThankGodlnoonewasinthez-oom. There wasthemckedrustystoveendthesofathe dc): womenhed lain upon;thore wasthe dish otooldpotstoesonthetableandth chairhehadaatinwhflehetriedtoeot But , must be upin-the inner-room; e malightmdeawhiteh‘eckthmgh them: opaqdogr. Wou_1dtl_nt holtnever Jéfldn’, is there?” The gigl's _eyes were but he’s 'e on Philip now, impa- even for his poor tribute . “And who is he Then he bit his lip. m, no one suspected Lything above a. com- THE CANADIAN POST9 0f tnem '18 0%“:qu .- h-__‘, gaunt woman building the kitchen fire her face and form lighted up by the flames she was nursing. His ready im- agination pictured the wan featured man who must be her husband, out of whose eyes had fac‘led so tinny years ago the last r_- A «meadow-nan. He 1m- eyes nan Iwuu Du m-..” J -w, U lingering gleam of tenderness. He 1m- agined their old faced, joy ess children be grudged the scant play hours of child- hood. Trooping behind them all, he pictured a long line of special wants and “ -â€"--\nn:l\nfl of their days, agmea melr um. new, r, - . be grudged the scant play hours of child- hood. Trooping b ' . he pictured a long line of specml wents and sorrows, the companions of their days, the specters of their mghts. Then- houses looked all alike as he walked along, so their lives might seem Just alike at first thought. Ten hours for each In the same millsâ€"who got almost the same pittance for their hot workâ€"and must spend their pennies for almost the same necessities. But infinite must be the diversities of their sufi‘ermg. shreams an CRYIXG- FOR THE MOON. The strident voices of 400 looms would seem to be too much for human nerves, but the walls of the weave room Number Two of the Breton mills are hung with soiled plaid shawls and chip hats, the livery of the fac- tory girl. Their restless forms are busy among the rattling machinery, their swift cunning fingers moving harmlessly where mutilation would seem certain. It is a mere matter of habit; one look at most of the set {rue faces would show there was no brain fore in exercise. \Vhy, the overseer will tell you those girls are as much machines a: the frames and belting; though they un- doubtedly have one advantage for the em- ployers, the girls are cheaper. The wonder- ful mechanism of those looms. tho skillfd system of belts and pulleys and the enor- mous water wheel cost a fortune. Girls can be bought in the market any day for a crust of bread. , ~ _ .u n , eh- 4|.-L VJ. u: 2““. Is not that figure familiarâ€"the one that stands this moment leaning against a dingy white pillar, while the rushing belts 'and slid- ing frzunes seem hurrying the faster all about her? Yes, on the piece of wall between the two jail like windows nearest to her hangs the plaid shawl Philip Breton had for a. conn- terpcme only last night. Her dress is soiled and ill made, and her hair tied up in the closes: and ugliest coil to weape the greedy machinery, ever reaching out for new vicâ€" tims. But- the warm. soft, tins of her cbfeks and the moist sheen in her black eyes were always the same, and many a young man would rather look at her this minute than turn 011’ an extra. cut, they call it, of cloth at twenty cents. - - . n. A I,_ giants thnt held her with deathhss grasp, grimly contemptuous of her writhings and foolish strugghs. The overseen, too, how she hated them; their sharp words stung her like the lash of so many taskmastcrs, and the paymaster who doled out to her the few do!- u n.- Her days used to be more terrible to her even than now. She had wished every morn- ing that she might die before night, and at night that God would take her before morn- ing; take her, she cared not where: no place could be mee, certain. But she was slowly growing, she thought, into the dead calm that all the rest had learned;and yet how she hated the great massive mills, imistible K...~v-..-n-_ 7 _, m“ , has, the wages of her blood and life, as if that could be paid for. She had longed so many times to throw back his money in the smiling, patronizing face; but the poor can- not afford the dearest of all luxuries, pride. Suddenly the mill bell mug out above the roar of the wheels, and at its voice the looms stopped, the breath of their life taken away, and the belts ceased from their endless race. Another day's work was closed, and the poor girls hurried on their shawls and hats as if at last something pleasant awaited them and went out in chattering groups. nKh’ofhin' mu'ch', 6:11;; may I walk home with you?” “Will that do you any good? Hurry up then.” He was an honest faced young fellow, and a. little better dressed than most of the group that waited about the mill yard gntg. “W hat. is it, Tommie?” A broad shoul- dered 301mg fello ‘ had left the crowd and followed her shyly up the hill. _ “What you want. to walk round here with me for I can‘t see. They can’t work you very hard, Tommie, if you want so much extra. exercise.” “I wanted to say somethin’ particular, Jennie.” And he reached down his big dingy hand for 2: stalk of grass, and began pulling it nervously to pieces, as he kept up with her quick feet. They were just passing Mr. Ellingsworth’s house, and father and daugh- ter stood in the doorway. No doubt Mr. Ellingsworth had just come home to tea. He held his tall hat in his hand, while he waited with his beautiful daughter to enjoy the soft spring mildnas. Jane Graves could see in behind them. How could they bear to stay outside? She saw a. white spread testable glis- tening with silver and rare china, soft tinted carpets and pictures in rich gilded frames, far prettier, she was sure, than anything nature had to show. The girl‘s face, as she stood resting her white hand-on her father’s shoulder, was as calm as the twilight itself. It was rather a. contemptuous laugh she had for him, but she showed a row of small white teeth that poor Tommie thought were very beautiful. “How has she deserved it all more than I! She was never timd in her life, and I never lie down at night but my hands and feet ache. See what. she gets for being idle: see what I get for my ten hours’ work, every day since I was a. child.” ‘ “We’ve known each other pretty long, J en- nie, andâ€"and”â€"he had pulled the gras all all to piecesâ€"“and I s’poee you know how I‘ve â€"I mean how I’ve felt. I am doing a. little better now.” The young man’s eyes bright- ened. “I’ve got a. little money left me, and you know I‘m just made second hand.” “W'hatisthat to me, Tommie?” she said, ‘ ”u“ " -' imphtiently. Her woman’ssoulwas longing 81thka made for the beautiful life oftheric'h, whose house , srmchnir,watchin8 the shewaspassing,andshetelt,too,theadmirb 3 combaparlarvfindom in; glance Ir. Ellingsworth had givento ; deMQdmnna herywetulfigum VYVhymthisawkwu-d . ested in Mr. 31131183" boy byhprsxdetospoxltheeflgcfl .thonght hemif’ht 150k 01 Tom Bowler winced, but cinching his chow without Eiscovm‘yi mndheadtoavoidthedmrplook heteared m hemmemge'd was in the beautiful eyes, hematondeg- 9 ‘fihmzmme cegly- ’ no ammtguesmpem fmmdmmw WV mnsthavanlover,” n. whale, Jenna, a-ndl wagom’toaskyoc- mummnodivm whgnyouymgwflhq’tobemfiod." ‘his halt- a chi-lino *3} CHAPTER IV. mom awliitg * aw" v----â€"-o 777 swung a heavy oaken door which long ago , had served some shivering family for a week’s firewood. He went in and did not once turn. How cruel men are. Perhaps, she told hemelf, he i is to meet there some messenger of the Great ‘ league he had told her about, and they will 1 plan a ther some bold stroke. It. was ' beautiful to have such power, even if it made 1 him forget this one poor girl, whose heart L longed so eagerly for another smile. The whole world seemed glorified to the ' girl as she walked on. She had loitered so ' long that the sunwas now almost setting, ; with his flowing robe of carmine about him. i and the whole landscape seemed in a rapture l of silent worship. J ane Graves was like one in a dreamâ€"her home, which she could tell from its cheap dreary counterparts. might I have been a mince; the path along in front ? or it, beaten by so many £81“!ng footsteps, M““'“ "*J r-'*' - 3 What had she seen to envy in anybody’a lite ' that had not her dear 113:0! But down the hill comes a great white ‘ horse, tossxng his mama and curveting in the ‘ pride of his strength and beauty. i Its rider who held the rein so gracefully mustbe young Philip, the mill owner’s son; 5 he had just finished college, they said. So ! that was the young man Bertha Ellingsworth Swasengagudto; notilllooking, and he rode «A; 5.. 1......" “12â€"4 Wynn? ' Ah, Tommie Bowler, what were you think- hgotwwantwmarryagirlwhohad such Immuthattorvou; leanotmamo starved mo hiseyee. “I aint so low; I never thoughtbntwhat you would before.” ShogaVehhnalookhalfcm'ious and half pitiful. He might as well have cried for the moon. Could it be the lad thought that just bemuse she was pretty she could make his home happy for himâ€"his; “I’m not going to have a hand at making another poor man‘s home. People like us had bettcr be single; there’s only halt the trouble that way, Tommie.” The broad shouldered young man, who did not know what was gocd for him, fell back from the woman his heart hungerod for as it he was shot. And she walked on, with hard- ly another thought for the foolish lover who imagined they two could be happy together- Wh)‘ 00111411" 8110 be rich? They had al- ways told her she was beautiful. If she only had a chance. They say men are fools over A_.I__ L--- - pretty women, and that is the only hope a woman hasof winning herwny. Hebeonly had a chance A delicate gray mist floated over theriver below the village, and the given forests and frmh meadows on the other side smiled through it, like a fair women through her tars. 'A tired soul might have drunk in its beauty and been rested, but Jane Graves cast her eyes down on the dusty road before her and walked along with a, set bitter curl on her bright red lips, and did not once look at the gift of God‘s mercy to the poorest 0! his creatures. For her part she despised the poor; she didn‘t pity them; great strong men who submitted to be trodden on and ground under the feet of the rich; whose blood and muscles and quivering flesh were weighed in the balance against a few dollaxs of the spec- ulators. It was good enough for them as long as they submitted to it. She didn’t blame the rich; they were the only wise peo- ple: she only envied them. They did well to take all they could get and walk over as many thousands- as would fall down before them. Oh, if she could only win her way to their ranks. But the rich men do not come into the weave room for their enslavers. Suddenly she heard a step behind her; a step she knew from all others in the world, and the whole air seemed to tremble with a new, strange, heavenly impulse. “Good evening, J one.” She turned with a. new, sweet shyness It was Curran, the agitator, who was beside her. A soft flush was on her checks, a warm light in her eyes that had grown larger for him in delicious surprise. "Who is that young fellow who just left you 3" "Oh, one of my lovers," she answered coquettishly, dropping her eyes before his. "He your lover!” repeated Curran in his imperiou: fashion. “You're not for such as he, Jennie.” Her heart fluttered in sweet fear at the meaning she thought in his words. She was trying to wall: very slowly, but how fast they seemed to pass the houses “So I told him,” she said. "You did well, then," and he looked down admiringly on the girl. “You are a fine wo- man. I don't suppose you know it.” Jane Graves tried to look as if it was news to her. and Curran \reut on. “Few women are pr trier. There are fine prizes for such as you in this world if you will only wait.” He continued thoughtfully, “Men have to work for distinction; a pretty face brings it to women." - . . ,‘,; u vulva» “\Vhat sort of prizes?" And she trusted herself to look up at him. How crand he was. with his firm, strong face. If he only had a touch of weakness in him that might bend down to her. “Position, money, power.” “No woman cans for those.” And she be- lievcd it as she spoke, looking away over the river; “What then?” he asked, smiling. “Those things are what all men are working for, I suppose.” "Women care for but one thing.” Sometimes the climax of a character is reached only in old age, when storms have wreaked their fury for a. lifetime on a soul. Sometimes it comes in childhmd, with three- score years of decline to come after it. It was at this moment that this girl‘s life reached its moral height. If she could but have kept it: .. . .. ‘ .11.. n7; 3. g»..- “‘r' -_. “That is love,” she added softly. “It is their lives; they hope only for that; they dreamonly ofritf _ n . A,ALL~_ “\m V... v Curran laughed, but gently, as he took her hands at parting, liming them perhaps un- consciously, yet no man can be wholly care- less to such beauty as hers. “It is only because women are more foolish than men, not because they are more do- voted, that they are able to make suchab- surd mistakes.” ‘ She smiled on him asmdiantlyas a red pctnled rose unfolding its glowing heart. to the morning sunâ€"tho sun that gives every- thing and wants nothing, and stood half turned watching his retiring form. Theroad at this point passal near a deserted ruin, ,I,:_L LA. ,L___ ALA nu a...» 3"â€" once a brick sawmill, which had shorn the hills and valleys around of their pride, now a. favorite trysting place for lovers of moon- light nights like this would be. Curran was just entering under an nJ‘Ch, where once had HA. JAAâ€" “L2,.L 'Aâ€"~ nun-A inquiringly about her. “There is no one else, and his black eyes seemed to know me, 1200; how odd!” thought the girl, as she walkedon more hastily. and the horse and its rider disappeared if: a cloud of dust. Wflseung w, uvvâ€" -V , well. The girl smiled to E38811” “But Bertha. Ellingsworth had not seen Curran.” “Did be hit his hpt to 33¢ She looked Bertha. lay bu): indolently in her (white armchair, watching the deepening twilight tromba‘parlorwindow. Her oyswered- most closed, and Philip, afiectingto be inter- “ in Mr. mgmrth’s commutation. thought he might look at her as fondly as he chose without. discovWfiSd {chub Ham ' m hewds‘not gauged, but the girl quite may“: his gum: caningâ€"colon; u no mmguasmpaflmn I: a. an must have a lover, Philip did very I‘ll. 5‘ pa lgvg' may dijnnfl! “9 50': subs” - .' ,_ -__I.-j__4 __._:A|. 3 am “wrrvvâ€"vi “Anditseems a: it Ihad aeenhimm A sum BY [00mm 'rnmAy. AUGU-‘T 19- ' torgotitforminstant. Buttbenhodnyu 81de she mid,a.nd that was mean- venimtmnd yetshewashnltpmvokedwith himtorit. Amoughttocomandawo- mn’slove,not trywcoaxittromher. no thought quite mound: of her for what she ‘-- . â€"â€"-â€"L“A ”Mlâ€"“(1m «wen, I suppose you two are hunting With tandereonfidenoes,”anfleer.W annex-use to Maroon“! reallywozl‘tfiy‘ minute my Hemoved town-1mm, thenho smiled and lookedmund;be had thought 01 something very funny- “N" Philip, my dear boyJou mm*“‘°°m otherjustbecausesheseennsonflecfiomm That iswhemaymmzmmm'm mistake. Aslonsutmismmm the world.be may ha" ”I”. W '5’“ comphcencyotposemoaashehidthodeu- catebitothce about her warm moulds!- To-nigbtwouldbe a good time tomhil ideaintoreality,mdukherwhm-â€" “But you must prombe mo onothing,”sb laid. standing close to him forone moment “What isthnt, Bertha, dearr’hoau With “WWW Lu I. A 1 Id- In millistoocv .nmon. Why, it. is the rendez- vous of an tue factory hands. No, I couldn’t think 01in for a moment.” ‘ -- .,AL- m v- .. -v. â€" ._-_-_-_ “Then! won‘tinsiston taking yontotb old saw mill.” “Oh, yes! it is charming by moonlight.” “One would think you hmln‘l: any heat." Philip did not confess the peculiar chm this woman‘s very coldness had for him; there was some qualityin it thatwns irra- sistibly exciting to his nature. Perhaps it wasthe presence of an unconscious reserve A 1‘ ‘_IL :â€" u...“ r-vâ€"vâ€"V_ ._ "7 of mien, never yet revéaled, that he felt in her, that kept his heart ever warm, and his eye: over tepch fpr its unvemng. - u m-) _-_- _- The round faced servant girl had come up from the kitchen, and stood nwkw'ardly st the door. “Yes, you may light the gas now, Annie: we are going out.” She laid her hand lightly on Philip’s arm as they went down the walk. “I must really have a. maid. That Annie is too clumsy for me to endure in the parlor or dining room. Oh, yes, I probably have got aheart;soznetime ltwillfrighten yon,per- haps.” They walked slowly along the street, pa.- ing the very spot where Tommie Bowler had offered his poor little all to Jane Graves only an hour or two ago. Their feet trod cam- lossly on the hits of grass the nervous lover had scattered along the path. “But; on haven t to‘d me about the meet ing. Did the agitator have auburn curls, as I said? That 15 the clearest Idw. I havogot of a hero.” As he told her his adventure they reached the ruin and went in. Themoonlight poured through the dismantled root. and made a white track for itself over the uneven floor, leaving the rest of the interior in the shadow. Such as remained of the fallen rafters made convenient benches for visitors, who might easily enough imagine themselves in some old world ruin. And the young mill owner’s son and Bertha, the hem of whose garment had never touched poverty, seated themselves where many a penniless young fellow had wooed some pretty weaver maid to share his destitution, all for loveâ€"soon starved out at both their liva. Philip felt all his last night‘s enthusiasm coming over him again, as he described the meeting of the hopeless poor and the life of the family that had taken him in. He seemed to be again thrilled with Cumn‘s eloquence as he pictured his noble presence, and tried to repeat his vivid sentences. “*as Bertha listening so patiently to him or only idly watching the shadows as they shifted with the moon? He hoped she was touched. She could help him so much to do something ra- thethousand souls in themillsit then-em anything could be done. And then it seemed ITBHING ANII SCALY bde. ruled a: the pi. em medicine. I could think of,orgu hold at. Inigo consulted (locum. 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