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“No," said Patty, wondering.

When she was gone Beulah called Patty to “ Come," said Beulah, getting up and catch her, and, holding her hand hard between both ing at Patty's shoulder for support.

her own, said: " Patty, you are not to let her “Oh, you must n’t!” wailed the little girl. _” she stopped and her face flushed—“you

“ Be good to me now; help me, Patty,” said are not to let her— let Mr. M'Grath know — if Beulah, starting for the door; and then Patty you should find him. You know how a woman went with her to the dining-room.

would feel, don't you ? ” Beulah propped herself against the table Patty solemnly nodded her whirling young when she got there, and Miss Nancy started to- head. ward her, forgetting her grievances, and crying “ Miss Nancy does n't,” Beulah went on. affectionately: “My child, my child!” “She just thinks about what 's proper, and

“Please sit down, Miss Nancy; don't let me she's too scared now to care about that, or she give any more trouble than I must. I know I would n't go. But I could n't live and have am fearfully selfish now. I can't help it. No, I Tom know,- that is, have him think I meant can't sit down, not now; in a moment. I am him to know,— you understand. Keep her going to be more selfish than ever.”

from — exposing me, Patty," and Beulah sank Beulah had spoken with self-control, but now back upon her sofa. her legs seemed to give way under her, and she So you see what faith Beulah put in those sat down upon the floor, and with all her ef- views of womanly pride and dignity which we fort she could not get her breath without a have seen her disappoint. gasping struggle.

In a few minutes Miss Nancy, not knowing * You ’ll think I 'm crazy; so I am, mighty in her ignorance how wildly hopeless a search near, but I 'm trying to get hold of myself; I she was beginning, started out with Patty into will, Miss Nancy; only do something for me." the stormy March night, upon her mission. She was speaking faster and faster, but with With what dignity of mien Miss Nancy breaks and pauses, catching hold of the other quelled the hotel clerks; with what persistence woman's dress, after imperiously stilling all ef- she pursued them; finally with what helplessfort to stop or lift her.

ness she succumbed to the madness of the chase, "Oh, do one great thing," she hurried on; under the hallucination that by a sufficient disgo to the hotels — and see if Tom M'Grath play of determination she could force Tom is here.” She bent her face into her hands. M'Grath to materialize - all this in time came “ Don't do anything but just that: find out if to be recounted by Patty with gusto; but on he is here, and if I know you are doing it, that this night her relish of it was slight, and before you ’ve done it, whether he is or not, I won't they came home, at three o'clock in the mornlose my mind.” Her voice sank in a whisper. ing, she had fallen into a weary, dream-like

Miss Nancy had already been saying, “ Yes, apathy. From this you will infer, correctly, that yes, Beulah," and now she listed her up, assur- their efforts were fruitless. Beulah heard this ing her that she would start at once, and Beu- in silence, and silence she maintained. lah lay down upon the old sofa, where Miss Miss Nancy now contemplated the step she Nancy thought she would get a rest from her dreaded most — sending for Beulah's mother. own bed. But she had one more thing to ask. But here again she was paralyzed by fear of

“ I want Patty to go with you, Miss Nancy,” the girl's stubborn resistance, and dread of the she said.

effect opposition might have on her. Never " My dear child, I cannot,” Miss Nancy before had Miss Nancy viewed self-will — outbegan.

side of herself—as aught but something to be "Miss Nancy," Beulah interrupted," I can't righteously and immediately put down; never let you go alone; you can't take Anne if she's before had she doubted her power to put it out; please take Patty with you ; she 'll be down in any one subject to her authority lewilling to go, I know she will. It's bad enough gally or spiritually. Now her soul was full of to have you go. I'll never get over the shame darkness. The next morning while she was lyof it; how can I stand it if you go alone?” ing down, and Patty was sleeping, the door

Just then Patty, who had stepped out of bell rang, and the servant brought a telegram the room, returned, and Beulah appealed to to the girl who was in the parlor pretending her. Yes; she would gladly go with Miss to study, but who was really reveling in bewilNancy.

dered, sympathetic, delighted speculation upon " Very well, then,” Miss Nancy agreed, in the household tragedy. The telegram was for a muffled manner, and disappeared. She had Beulah, and she carried it to her pleased with gone so far in reversing all her ideas and stan- the chance of entering the forbidden chamber. dards that a little more or less did not matter Beulah did not answer when she rapped; she much; but she was embarrassed at the loss of went in, and Beulah did not stir till she heard her own identity.

the word “telegram"; then she sat up and tried

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to open it, but it fell from her shaking fingers; her drawing, but she's got a sort of superficial she picked it up and tried again; she could not facility.” And he went on condemning Beulah, command the clever little hands whose skill whose self-satisfaction had roused his ire, to a had wrought her all this woe. With an effort life that he declared below an honest washershe held out the envelop to the other girl.woman's in dignity. “Read it,” she said.

When Mr. M'Grath arrived, before he had In a twinkle it was open, and she heard these been in the parlor twenty minutes he wanted to words:

take Beulah out walking — to the puzzled vex“Been on ranch. Am coming to you. On ation of the ladies who had vacated it for the road now. Tom.”

lovers' convenience. Beulah came to the dinThank you,” said Beulah, with sweet ci- ing-room where the household was assembled, vility, taking the telegram. “I am so much as self-possessed as ever, and asked Patty to obliged; a telegram is so alarming, you know, go with her. Miss Nancy could only snort and then it 's always nothing at all,” and she feebly,so cowed was she by all that had passed; smiled, though her breath was coming a little and when Beulah said that Tom was most anxhard, and nodded a polite dismissal.

ious to meet her, though he was in something of In half an hour she came out of her room, a hurry just now, and that he hoped to see her in clothed and in her right mind, and sought Miss an hour or so, when they all came back, she put Nancy. Kissing her cheek, she said : on a mollified air, and counseled Patty to go.

“I feel very much better, Miss Nancy. I While they were putting on their hats, Beulah am so sorry for all the trouble and anxiety I said, as she carefully adjusted hers, and, with her have given you. You've been so good- I shall eyes on the mirror, stuck in a long pin: never forget. Is Patty up ? Poor little Patty, * Patty, I don't think Miss Nancy would be I must go speak to her.” Then from the door- quite so horrid as to tell Tomanything,– to talk way: “I 've just had a telegram from Mr. to him about things, you know,- do you?” M'Grath, Miss Nancy. He 's on his way to “N-0-o,” said Patty, staring at the face in New York," and she disappeared.

the glass; “I'm sure she would n't." And then Miss Nancy at that late day learned “I reckon I'll just not give her much chance," the real aptness of the worn old phrase about said Beulah, abstractedly, as she put on her being torn by conflicting emotions.

gloves. Between this time and that of Mr. M'Grath's When they returned Mr. M'Grath was inarrival, Beulah, after all her storms, found her- troduced to Miss Nancy. He was a tall young self moved to sit down over her sketches in man with a firm-set mouth, pleasant dark eyes, tender contemplation of the glories she was and a broad soft hat. foregoing, the glories of personal aggrandize- “Now I 'll return the favor," he said, when ment, though she never thought of putting it his acquaintance with the lady was properly that

way. In the secret chambers of her mind established; “I 'll introduce you to my wife. the phrase about "all for love and the world Sit right down here, Miss Nancy. You must n't well lost ” reiterated itself with a pensive, sweet lay it up against her if you think we have n't personal application, and she sighed occasion- treated you just right. It was n't her fault. ally out of the fullness of her joy of sacrifice. You know you've got a mighty lot of influence

Meanwhile she was missing her classes at the over her, Miss Nancy, and the truth is, I was n't League; but it happened, for a wonder, that her right sure it all worked my way,-yes, I know,name came up between two of her teachers and I was n't right sure she 'd find me as valthere, in a private discussion of their sorrows. uable in the hand as in the bush, so I just in

“ Life would be more cheerful,” said one sisted that we get this business fixed before we young man, “ if being D. F's did n't seem to said anything to you about it. I feel bad about insure their turning their attention to art. They the pictures, too, Miss Nancy. I know you undertake it not only when they ’ve no eye, were right about all that,— I know you were,and no feeling, but with broken matches for but, you see, we'd gotten ourselves into a tanfingers."

gle before we knew she was a genius, and it “I don't think those are the worst,” said the was too late —” His voice dropped into a sad other. “ They don't get out into the light to little affectionate cadence as he fixed his eyes do much harm. I hate 'em worst when they've on the floor. Then he looked up at Beulah. got the fingers and nothing else, and are ready“ I can't say I 'm sorry, Miss Nancy, but I'm pretty soon to help fill the maw of the Philis- willing to be a little sorry for her, and I 'll lay tine. There 's that Virginia girl I pointed out out to make it up to her as far as I can. If to you — Hunt 's her name, I believe. She she can paint any in Texas, she shall.” has n't an atom of talent, or even real intelli- Beulah smiled, and as she smiled she sighed gence about art -no color, hopelessly bad in a little sigh.

Viola Roseboro'.





As the lawyer, followed by Huntley, approached the table, Justice Snagley laid down his paper, lifted his spectacles to the upper ravine, and turned slowly around in his cushioned, revolving office-chair. Cleary laid the paper on the table before the justice, smoothing it out for him as he said :

“Mr. Huntley here wants to make this affidavit before you, Judge."

The justice fixed his glasses, and read the affidavit; then he laid it on the table, and looked up at Huntley. Huntley stood before him stoop-shouldered, loose-jointed, gawky, his hands stuck into his trousers' pockets, his shape-less slouch-hat on the back of his head. His neck and ears were grimy with dust, and his lank, sunburned cheeks were stubbled over with a week's growth of red beard. He was looking down at Snagley with a kind of mild-eyed interest, and when the justice looked up he responded at once with a grin. Snagley lifted a flat-palmed right hand to the level of his

shoulder and made three or four short upward 'HE justice's office was over Shackleton motions with it. Huntley observed this little

& Podley's Trade Headquarters. It was dramatization with a touch of bewilderment. reached by a flight of plank stairs tacked to the He stared an instant at the hand; then, feeling outer wall of the building and supported by that something was expected of him, grinned wooden props. Huntley preceded Cleary up still more broadly, and nodded approvingly at the steps, but before the small pine door which Snagley; whereat the justice, being naturally represented to him the portal of those precincts somewhat irascible, glared hard at Huntley, wherein dwelt the law, he drew back; and as swore a little, and sharply bade him to hold he followed Cleary into the room he was half up his right hand and take off his hat. minded to remove his hat. He saw, however, His judicial function being discharged, Mr. that the lawyer went in with his head covered, Snagley unbent somewhat. and, vaguely relying on this precedent, plunged “Goin' to stan' 'im a suit, eh?” he said to his hand into his trousers' pocket again. Per- Huntley, as he indorsed the affidavit. haps this was the only time in his life that Mr. “I think I ought-a beat 'im, don't you ?” Huntley was visited by a doubt on a point of Huntley asked, eager for a shred of comfort. etiquette.

Snagley rolled up his round eyes. “LawThe justice was an enormously fat old man, suits, Mr. Huntley, is gol darn uncertain," he with so great an expanse of bald head that one replied wisely, and with a touch of dignity in might easily find out countries on it. Topo- his voice. graphically it might have been described as “You get out the writ, Judge," said Cleary, ranging from rough and broken over the fore- starting for the door," and I 'll go find Smiley.” head to fine, undulating table-landson thecrown “You 'll find Mr. Wentworth workin' on the of the head. He wore a pair of round-eyed spec- street over by Risley's," Mr. Snagley returned tacles, and he wore them so constantly that there severely, were two red ravines on each side of his face, To Lawyer Cleary the constable was Smidiverging at the top of his ears; one running ley, notwithstanding the rebuke of the jusup over his temples, and the other leading to tice. Cleary was of that disposition termed the corners of his pale blue eyes, which were ungodly by old-fashioned and orthodox folk. so fat and wide and round that they seemed Sufficient unto himself was Mr. Cleary. If a to have accumulated adipose tissue along with grateful community ever erected a statue to his body.

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standing with his broad, flat feet well apart, displayed on the other. Shackleton and Podone hand buried up to the knuckles in his ley were at the back of the room talking with a trousers' pocket, and the other elevated before real-estate agent, who sat humped over on the his breast and wagging an argumentative fore- counter, smoking a corn-cob pipe. As Huntley finger. He always wore a long, black frock- approached, Shackleton turned around: coat, a celluloid standing collar, and no necktie. "Anything to-day, Mr. Huntley?" he asked His hair was red and thin, as were his eyebrows; in a business-like way. his eyes were watery blue, set wide apart; he “Oh, I jes dropped in,” Huntley replied had the flattest, most indefensible failure of a uncertainly, glancing at the opposite wall. rose; his mouth could be likened to nothing “Say, Huntley, I hear Risley got your mules," but a gash in a pumpkin; and his complexion said the real-estate agent, tentatively, as Huntwas violently sanguine. But these things trou- ley lifted himself up on the counter and looked

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bled Mr. Cleary not a whit. If other people's about for a convenient place to discharge his opinions coincided with his, he congratulated mouthful of tobacco. The questioner had a them; if they differed from his, he pitied them: shrewd, droll little face that all puckered toand he did both with equal sincerity. When ward a round rabbit mouth. word came that the Supreme Court had de- “Well, yes, he's got 'em; but he won't have cided the Skinner county-seat case against him 'em long," Huntley replied, lounging forward and his colleagues, he read the telegram over and resting his forearms across his knees. carefully, then shoved his hat back, and ex- Podley rolled his fat little head to one side claimed in a tone of some annoyance, “Well, and looked sagaciously up at Huntley. dad burr 'em! they guessed wrong—that 's “ How was that transaction, anyway, Mr. all."

Huntley ? How did you come to give that As Cleary went to find the constable, Hunt- note?” he asked with an air of discreet interley, left to himself, wandered to the bottom of est. His precise utterance contrasted oddly the stairs, and furtively peered into the windows with the slipshod speech of the other men. of Shackleton & Podley's, where on one side “Well, you see," Huntley began, “'long there was a pyramid of tin fruit-cans, and on the about thirty days ago a feller come to my place other an array of white and hickory shirts, silk sellin' a patent churn— 'n' it was a darn good handkerchiefs, and plow-shoes. He hesitated churn too. My woman can make butter with a few moments, then lounged in at the door, it now twicet as quick 's she can with the old and walked slowly and somewhat uncertainly un. Well, this chap he purtended to be apdown the store, casting a glance now at the cal- pointin' agents; 'n' he went on with 'is lingo ico prints on one side and now at the groceries about bein' recommended to come to me, 'n'

about how much I could make out of it, 'n' all commodate you if we could; but we could n't that kind o'talk. 'N''edid n't want no money - do it. Too much out; too many bills to meet. I was jes to sign a receipt fer the churn 'at 'e Can't do it to-day, possibly." left fer me to use fer a sample, 'n' to sign a Huntley looked down at the floor a mocontrack to turn over the money less my com- ment. “I thought maybe you might lemme mission, 'n' all that sort o' thing. 'N' where 'e have fifty pound er so," he said meditatively, fooled me, you see, he read over the receipt scratching his leg. “Get this darn business

, 'n' the contrack all right, but 'e 'ad a lot o' fixed up, I can pay you in ten days.” papers there on the table, 'n' when I come to Huntley looked up, but Shackleton shook sign, you see, 'e mixed 'em in the shuffle some his head." Too uncertain,” he replied confihow, 'n' I s’pose I signed a note 'n' mortgage dentially. Then, laying both hands on Huntinstead of a receipt 'n' contrack. I hain't much ley's shoulders in the most brotherly manner, of a scholar, 'n' his jes readin' 'em over, 'course he said cheerily, “Do it in a minute, Lem, I s'posed they was the same 's'e read. The wo- if we could; but the way things are now, we man wa’n’t to home that day, so I up ’n’ signed could n't possibly.” 'em. 'N' the mortgage darn 'f'e did n't do With his eyes upon the floor, Huntley loithat pretty slick. He says, you know, that I've tered slowly toward the door. As he gained it, got to give 'im a description of the mules, so's the constable appeared on the sidewalk, and the company 'll know I've got a team to travel gently waved his hand toward the opposite side around with and do the canvassin'. 'N''e writes of the street. “There's your mules, Mr. Huntthe description of the mules jes as I give it in the ley,” he said in a voice of subdued emotion, paper there — what I s'posed was the contrack; much as though he had conjured them up out 'n' that's how he got the description of the mules. of the ground and presented them to Huntley. I've replevied the mules now. Course if I can In that event the sleek little bodies of those prove 'at Mr. Risley wa’n't no innocent pur- two bay mules could not have awakened more chaser of the note, I 'll keep 'em.”

joy in Huntley's breast. He hurried across the " You say Risley has the mules now?” street, and climbed into the wagon. Podley asked.

The mules set their brisk little legs in mo“ He did have 'em, but I'm replevinin' 'em tion, and the wagon rattled out of town. Just now,” Huntley replied, looking at the door. outside of the corporation there was a slight “ Course, soon 's the seller got the note he rise of ground, and as the mules trotted up the come here 'n' sold it to Risley — er purtended gentle ascent, Huntley turned in his seat and he did. Cleary's been over to the county-seat looked back at the village below. On the oppo’n’ looked at the mortgage, 'n' 'e says 'at it was site side of the town the railroad was laid along printed right here by Potts to the Herald'the level prairie with hardly any grading. There office. Cleary says more 'n likely Risley 'n' was a tall, glaringly red elevator and a little this chap was in cahoots all the time. Potts tol brown depot at the foot of the one straggling me 'isself that 'e printed a lot of blanks fer business street. Spreading out from the busithis chap."

ness street, comprising the remainder of CenThere was a little silence; then Huntley tropolis, were isolated, rambling dwellings, all looked up with a doubtful grin.

of wood and mostly one-storied. Some slender “Gosh ding it! you see, I can't afford to lose saplings, at a little distance hardly distinguishthem mules. I was all hailed out this spring, 'n' able from bean-poles, set in a few of the front I got to have the mules to earn some money yards, made the only attempt toward shrubto keep the kids with this winter."

bery. Shade there was none, and the little col"Well

, gentlemen, it 's an outrage,” said the lection of pine buildings stood broiling and real-estate man, slipping from the counter; frying under the intolerable August sun. Be" it's an outrage.”

yond the town the level prairie stretched away “ Shameful, sir, shameful,” said Mr. Podley, to a gauzy blue line on the horizon, made by walking toward the front part of the store. the timber along the banks of the Sam River.

“I hope you will win your case, anyway, The land was more undulating on Huntley's Huntley, and keep your mules,” the real-estate side, but there was not a hill or a tree in sight man said as he followed Podley.

to break the wavy expanse of prairie. The When they were out of hearing, Huntley grass was drying up, and the fields of ripe turned to Shackleton. “How's it goin' to be wheat, twenty, forty, sixty acres in a patch, made about gettin' a jag a flour, Shackleton?” he only yellower dots here and there in the waste asked. “This blame lawin''s goin' to take all of light brown and dingy green. The scattered my money right now, 'n' we ’re about out up “shacks” of the settlers, primitive board structo the ranch."

tures, covered in some cases with black tarShackleton shook his head. “Could n't do paper, scarcely made an impression upon the it possibly," he said briskly. “ Be glad to ac- wildness of the scene.

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