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She locked herself in her room; she remained there an hour. At the end of this time she came out and went to the door of the school-room, where she asked Miss Steet to be so good as to come and speak to her. The governess followed her to her apartment, and there Laura took her partly into her confidence. There were things she wanted to do before going, and she was too weak to act without assistance. She didn't want it from the servants, if only Miss Steet would learn from them whether Mr. Berrington were dining at home. Laura told her that her sister was ill and she was hurrying to join her abroad. It had to be mentioned, that way, that Mrs. Berrington had left the country, though of course there was no spoken recognition between the two women of the reasons for which she had done so. There was only a tacit hypocritical assumption that she was on a visit to friends and that there had been nothing queer about her departure. Laura knew that Miss Steet knew the truth, and the governess knew that she knew it. This young woman lent a hand, very confusedly, to the girl's preparations; she didn't venture to be sympathetic, as that would point too much to badness, but she succeeded perfectly in being dismal. She suggested that Laura was ill herself, but Laura replied that that was no matter when her sister was so much worse. She elicited the fact that Mr. Berrington was dining out-the butler believed with his mother-but she was of no use when it came to finding in the Bradshaw which she brought up from the hall the hour of the night boat for Ostend. Laura found it herself; it was conveniently late, and it was a gain to her that she was very near the Victoria station, where she would take the train for Dover. The governess wanted to go to the station with her, but the girl wouldn't listen to this-she would only allow her to see that she had a cab. Laura let her help her still further; she sent her down to talk to Lady Davenant's maid when that personage arrived in Grosvenor Place to inquire, from her mistress, what in the world had become of poor Miss Wing. The maid intimated, Miss Steet said on her return, that her ladyship would have come herself, only

she was too angry. It was a sort of proof of this that she had sent back her young friend's dressing-case and her clothes. Laura also borrowed money from the governess-she had too little in her pocket. The latter brightened up as the preparations advanced; she had never before been concerned in a flurried night-episode, with an unavowed clandestine side; the very imprudence of it (for a sick girl, alone) was romantic, and before Laura had gone down to the cab she began to say that foreign life must be fascinating and to make wistful reflections. She saw that the coast was clear, in the nursery- that the children were asleep, for their aunt to come in. She kissed Ferdy while her companion pressed her lips upon Geordie, and Geordie while Laura hung for a moment over Ferdy. At the door of the cab she tried to make her take more money, and our heroine had an odd sense since that if the vehicle had not rolled away she would have thrust into her hand a keepsake for Captain Crispin.

A quarter of an hour later Laura sat in the corner of a railway-carriage, muffled in her cloak (the July evening was fresh, as it so often is in London- fresh enough to add to her sombre thoughts the suggestion of the wind in the channel), waiting in a vain torment of nervousness for the train to set itself in motion. Her nervousness itself had led her to come too early to the station, and it seemed to her that she had already waited long. A lady and gentleman had taken their place in the carriage (it was not yet the moment for the outward crowd of tourists) and had left their appurtenances there while they strolled up and down the platform. The long English twilight was still in the air, but there was dusk under the grimy arch of the station and Laura flattered herself that the off-corner of the carriage she had chosen was in shadow. This, however, apparently didn't prevent her from being recognized by a gentleman who stopped at the door, looking in, with the movement of a person who was going from carriage to carriage. As soon as he saw her he stepped quickly in, and the next moment Mr. Wendover was seated on the edge of the place beside her, leaning to

ward her, speaking to her low, with clasped hands. She fell back in her seat, closing her eyes again. He barred the way out of the compartment.

"I have followed you here--I saw Miss Steet-I want to implore you not to go! Don't, don't! I know what you're doing. Don't go, I beseech you. I saw Lady Davenant, I wanted to ask her to help me, I could bear it no longer. I have thought of you, night and day, these four days. Lady Davenant has told me things, and I entreat you not to go!"

Laura opened her eyes (there was something in his voice, in his pressing nearness) and looked at him a moment: it was the first time she had done so since the first of those detestable moments in the box at Covent Garden. She had never spoken to him of Selina in any but an honorable sense. Now she said, "I'm going to my sister."

"I know it, and I wish unspeakably you would give it up-it isn't goodit's a great mistake. Stay here and let me talk to you."

The girl raised herself, she stood up in the carriage. Mr. Wendover did the same; Laura saw that the lady and gentleman outside were now standing near the door. "What have you to say? It's my own business!" she returned, between her teeth. "Go out, go out, go out!"

"Do you suppose I would speak if I didn't care-do you suppose I would care if I didn't love you? the young man murmured, close to her face.

"What is there to care about? Because people will know it and talk? If it's bad it's the right thing for me! If I don't go to her where else shall I go?" Come to me, dearest, dearest!" Mr. Wendover went on. "You are ill, you are mad! I love you-I assure you I do!"

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She pushed him away with her hands. "If you follow me I will jump off the boat!"

"Take your places, take your places!" cried the guard, on the platform. Mr.

Wendover had to slip out, the lady and gentleman were coming in. Laura huddled herself into her corner again and presently the train drew away.

Mr. Wendover did not get into another compartment; he went back that evening to Queen's Gate. He knew how interested his old friend there (as he now considered her) would be to hear what Laura had undertaken (though, as he learned, on entering her drawing-room again, she had already heard of it from her maid), and he felt the necessity to tell her once more how her words of four days before had fructified in his heart, what a strange, ineffaceable impression she had made upon him-to tell her, in short, and to repeat it over and over, that he had taken the most extraordinary fancy- - Lady Davenant was tremendously vexed at the girl's perversity, but she counselled him patience, a long, persistent patience. A week later she heard from Laura Wing, from Antwerp, that she was sailing to America from that port-a letter containing no mention. whatever of Selina or of the reception she had found at Brussels. To America Mr. Wendover followed his young compatriot (that at least she had no right to forbid), and there, for the moment, he has had a chance to practise the humble virtue recommended by Lady Davenant. He knows she has no money and that she is staying with some distant relatives in Virginia; a situation that heperhaps too superficially-figures as unspeakably dreary. He knows further that Lady Davenant has sent her fifty pounds, and he himself has ideas of transmitting funds, not directly to Virginia but by the roundabout road of Queen's Gate. Now, however, that Lionel Berrington's deplorable suit is coming on he reflects with some satisfaction that the Court of Probate and Divorce is far from the banks of the Rappahannock. "Berrington versus Berrington and others" is coming on— but these are matters of the present hour.

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MERICAN numismat- the partisans of the former, still smartists have an advantage ing under his defeat by Adams four over their brethren of years previous, made a rattling canvass other countries; for for Old Hickory. The medallists, scentthe political institu- ing a chance for a rushing business at tions peculiar to the the large Jackson meetings held during United States have this campaign, struck off medals bearing originated a branch his likeness and spirited mottoes or refof numismatic art not represented in erences to his military career, by wearthe numismatics of any other nation. ing which his partisans showed their The coinage of foreign countries usually bears the likeness of the rulers of the nation. Had the precedent been followed in the United States it would have made necessary innovations in our coinage at intervals of four or eight years; whereas the so-called Washington cent is the only coin of the United States bearing a Presidential likeness.

Our medallists have sought to make up for the absence from our coinage of portraits of those who have been our chief magistrates, and their work in this direction has resulted in what is known among collectors as the series of Political Medals and Tokens. This consists of such pieces as bear the likeness of any President or Vice-President of the United States or of any of the unsuccessful candidates for those offices. For instance, beginning with the inauguration of Washington, the national government has commemorated the coming in of each Administration by having struck off at the mint large silver medals, called Indian medals because they are presented to the chiefs of certain tribes as pledges of friendship. The mint issues. also "Presidential medals" which bear the bust of the successful candidate and the date of his election. Besides the mint medals there are many "Politicals," which have been struck off on the order of societies or individuals or by medallists as business ventures.

ion to their hero's cause. Ever since then political canvasses have been periods of great activity for our die-sinkers. An unbroken numismatic record of the Presidential campaigns from that of 1828 to those of our own time has been preserved to us through the enthusiasm of several collectors, foremost among them Mr. Robert Hewitt, formerly an officer of the American Numismatic and Archæological Society of New York, which also has many valuable "Campaigners" in its cabinet. The series of Presidential Campaign Medals is unique. It was not fashioned mechanically and unemotionally in the mint like our own and foreign coinage. The medals bear evidence of having been struck off in the heat and passion of the hour. The political excitement with which the air quivered, the very shouts of contending partisans seem to have passed into the metal through the burin as it graved line after line of some striking design or letter after letter of some ringing campaign cry which in one terse sentence reflected the spirit of the canvass.

The campaign medal of earliest date (1824) is not a genuine "Campaigner" but a John Quincy Adams "Presidential," through which a hole has been punched. Its battered condition is evidence that it was worn. The theory of the Numismatic Society, to whose cabinet it belongs, is that some partisan of Adams in the campaign of 1828 punched the hole through it and wore it, so that Jackson's supporters should not have the monopoly of outward manifestations of their inward political faith.

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A large subdivision of the "Politicals," known as Presidential Campaign Medals, or "Campaigners" for short, we owe to the business enterprise of our medallists. In the second campaign between Jackson and John Quincy Adams

to this. Numerous medals were struck in honor of Old Hickory (1, 2, 3). That, even in a republic, whose institutions

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are distinctly and emphatically civil, questions of the time or to his position military prowess excites popular ad- toward them. His supporters seem to miration and throws a glamour around have relied solely upon his military rea public man beside which the halo of nown as a charm; and they were not statesmanship grows dim, is shown by mistaken in its powers. For Old Hickthe fact that the most popular medallic ory's candidacy was so popular that design with Jackson's partisans was a tradespeople issued brass medallets (nurepresentation of the battle of New Or- mismatically known as tokens), usually leans, his chief military exploit. On bearing on their obverse a bust of Jacksuch pieces son and on the reverse, in compliment as did not to him, a profile of Washington, and bear it it the name and business of the firm in was usually conspicuous lettering. Thus the hero at least re- of New Orleans, in company with the ferred to. Father of his Country, "boomed" hardThus, on ware, military goods, oysters, and drugs; the reverse and even a mixture for soothing shriekof a large ing infants was advertised on the reverse

of a military bust of the irascible old warrior from Tennessee.

policy, since the Jackson medals of this campaign contain no reference to the candidate's utterances on the political

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The illustrations are from pieces in the cabinets of

Robert Hewitt, William Poillon, and the American Numismatic and Archæological Society of New York.

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The military character of the Jackson medals of 1828 makes

Jackson Campaign Medals, 1824-28-'32.*

medal of white-metal-a metal resembling pewter and much used by medallists-there is,

cal char

acter of
those of the
following

enclosed in a wreath of oak and laurel, the the politi-
following inscription: "General Jack
son, the gallant and successful defender
of New Orleans and candidate for the
Presidency of the United States of
America, 1828." In fact, his renown as campaign
a soldier seems to have entirely obscured
his political reputation; for there is
no medallic evidence that he was sup-
ported as the exponent of any special

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marked.
The battle

of New Orleans disappears from the med-
als and in its place we find evidence of
genuine political warfare. The metallic
circles surround such mottoes as "The

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