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KAJV ais Jtrf' Z 54 3 V Sfatf' 36e 3V v IB U Second ousin drah BY THE AUTHOR OF "ANNE JUDGE. SPINSTER," "LITTLE HATE HIRST." - ETC.. ETC. CHAPTER IX.' The man who in his zeal bad adven- tared into Potter's Court did not betray by any change of feature his sense of the danger which seemed hanging over him. It was not an enviable position, but his coolness did not desert him. Had it not been for the clanging of bolts below 'and for the careful locking up of the house he would have been disposed to regard the arrival of Thomas Eastbell and his companion in a friendly spirit, despite the cowls with which they favored him and the anxious faces of the women. "Hanged If I didn't think so!" exclaim ed Thomas Eastbell, alias Vizzobiui, fo the crowned-head patronage department; "o this is why you have been creeping -about the Saxe-Gotha, is it? Well, what have I done, that you come into my crib in this way? What have you got to ay?" he roared forth in a louder key. "That you keep too big a fire for the time of the year, and that it isn't good for your healths," said Reuben, in a quiet tone of voice. "I have come to see your Ister." "Well, that's uncommon kind of yon." "Tom," said Sarah, at this juncture, "this is Mr. Culwick youDg Mr. Cul wick our second cousin. You have heard me speak of .him. You must not attempt in any way to interfere with him." "What business has he with you? Why can't he mind his own business and let you alone?" cried Tom. "What's this second-cousin chap to ns? What good is he? What notice has he ever taken of ua till now? Hang me! I don't believe he's a cousin at all, but a policeman try ing to work up a case against people'more honest than hisself." "I came to help your sister." "Oh, that's it!- Eh?" The interrogative was addressed to the man looking over his shoulder, who had touched his arm and whispered in his car, keeping his eyes fixed upon Reuben meanwhile. "My friend remarks." said Mr. East bell, with a grim smile, "that if you have come to help the family, perhaps you will be kind enough to girovcyour words by doing the handsome to us people out of luck." "You mean give you money? Then, gentlemen, I am sorry that I can't help you." . "But you must," growled forth the man in the background, who had recent ly whispered to Tom Eastbell; "you've walked in without leave after the gal, and you'll pay your footing before you go." "I think not," sad Reuben Culwck. "Then you'll have to stop," cred the 'man. "The house s locked up for the light, and we can't nfford to part withJ you; can we, mate?" "Am I to understand that I'm a pris oner?" inquired Reuben, sternly. "There's men down stairs who say you're a spy on them." said Tom. in fur ther explanation, "and they're Irish, and oon riled." "I am not afraid of them." "Ask my sister; p'raps you'll take her word. Sally," he said, "will the Peter- ons stand as much of this man as I have?" "They will not come up here,"' cried Sarah. "They're sitting on the stairs waiting." aid Tom, "and they will know all about low places of amusement you're going this fellow. They are as sure as I nm wrong you you you never tell us any that he is a detective. What now?" ns thing!" cried Lucy, passionately. cold air rushed in, and Mrs. Eastbell be gan to cough herself to pieces. "There's mischief meant," cried Sarah ; I shan't leave this window while Mr. Culwick remains, and I will scream my beart out if you touch him. This is a dreadful bouse, sir." she said to Reuben, "with dreadful men in it. Be on your S-uard." "Come back from that window," roared Tom. "I will do nothing of the kind." cried Sarah, standing there erect and defiant; 'till Mr. Culwick is allowed to quit this place I'll not move away." "Don't you see how you're making your ister-in-law cough, you brute?", said Thomas Eastbell. "If we were the Forty Thieves vou couldn't make more fuss. Why " He was sidling stop by step toward his ister ns he spoke, when Reuben Culwick crossed the room in one stride, and thrust him forcibly away before his panther-like spring could fasten on her. It was a bold move, assuming the offensive in this fash ion, but Reuben had grown angry at re straint, and it was the time to act or never. Reuben's thrust sent him stag gering with violence asrainst his friend, who, taken off his guard, received Tom's bullet-head between his eyes, nnd fell backward into the passage, with Tom on the top of him. The clear doorway sug gested a temporary expedient, and Reu ben closed the door quickly, locked It with the key and set his foot against the lower portion of the woodwork. "There'll be murder done now," said Mrs. Eastbell. wringing her hands; "oh, you fool to come to this place! Call out you'll give 'em money or they can have your watch say something. They're coming up the stairs." "Who are they?" asked Reuben, stern ly now. "Coiners!" He could hear the trampling rush of heavy feet up the stairs, and then the door creaked and shook with the heavy pressure of shoulders from without. Sarah Eastbell was as good as her word. Her watchful dark eyes had observed the door vibrating, and a scream of extra ordinary shrillness and volume startled the echoes of Potter's Court. "Oh! don't, Sally it's only their fun, perhaps." cried Mrs. Eastbell; but Sally screamed again with fifty horse-power, and then swept from the window sill a whole collection of flower pots, which descended with a tremendous crash on to the paved footway below. The pressure against the door ceased, as though the people in the house had stopped to lis ten; the windows of other houses in Potter's Court bagan opening rapidly; there were voices shouting out Innumer able questions; there were three or four shrill whistles, and then the ominous crack of a rattle, followed by another in response, and at a little distance. "Ton are ssie," raid Sank; "the police m , Presently the street door below was being unfastened in response to solemn '. knocks without, and then .the ponderous, unmistakable boots of the metropolitan , force were heard clamping up the stairs. , Reuben unlocked the room door, and . Thomas Eastbell, white as a ghost, crawl- ed in on his hands and knees, took a har lequin's dive into bed, and drew the tat tered coverlet to his -chin. The burly figures of three policemen were in the room in an instant or two afterward. ; "Now, then, what's the row?" said the principal- spokesman ; "who's been trying to throw the other out of the window?" "Who's been melting lead?" inquired another, whom the peculiar nature of the atmosphere had impressed, as it had done Reuben at an earlier hour. No one had been throwing another out of the window, whined forth Mrs. East bell, uo one had been melting lead or anything. They had had a little wrangle as it got late, and just as their cousin was going home, and the flower pots somehow gave away and fell into the court, which frightened the gal at the window, who began to scream. , The po liceman who had first spoken listened to this explanation with a stolid stare upon his countenance; the second official, be ing of an inquisitive turn of mind, opened Lall the drawers and cupboards, and ex amined their contents; the third meu in spected Mr. Thomas Eastbell, as he lay recumbent, and inconvenienced him by giving him the benefit of the glare from a bull's-eye lantern on his face. "Come, that sham won't do, young fel ler," said he; "is there any complaint to make?" No one had any complaint to make. Reuben had crossed to Sarah. "Here is your chance still. Will you leave this place?" ' "Not yet," she answered; "not till Tom's safe." "Good-by, then." Reuben went out of the room, and the policemen followed him downstairs and into the court. He somewhat ungratefully left the tri umvirate who had arrived in good time to his rescue. But he could not explain, and it seemed the better policy to be Hi lent for Second-cousin Sarah's sake. She wished it and it was she who had saved him from danger. He had to think again of the way to save her, now that he had become more than ever resolved to get her away from Potter's Court. CHAPTER X. Reuben Culwick did not in any way attempt to account for his late hours to the inmates of Hope Lodge. He was the master of his own actions, which no one, he felt, had the right to criticise. Hence, with this impression on. his mind, .he deep reveries of Lucy Jennings, and the studious stares of her brother appeared to be taking him in far too intently, be came a source of irritation to him. "Is anything the matter, Lucy?" he asked at last, one morning. Lucy Jennings sat down suddenly in the chair nearest to her lodger, and burst forth with her catalogue of wrongs, mak- ing amends for all past reserve in one breath. "It has come to you. You're not the man you have been. You keep away from home too much you have been seen at "Yes, I have been seen at low places of amusement," said Reuben, quietly, "and my hours of return to Hope Lodge are somewhat irregular at present. And so I am going wrong, Lucy?" "You are not doing what is right." "You jump too rapidly at conclusions, after the habit of enthusiasts. I'm not a sinner that is. no more of a miserable specimen than I was three weeks ago." "Why did you ask John about the girl in the striped dress, at the Saxe-Gotha "Ah, the rascal has turned king's evi dence, then!" cried our hero.- "Whv did you ask him not to tell me? why are you always at the gardens? why had you the effrontery," she cried, with eyes ablaze now, "to ask that wretched, miserable girl to call here for you?" "What!" shouted Reuben, so forcibly that even Lucy -was unprepared for his excitement, and jumped back in her chair some distance from him. "What do you mean?" he continued; "who has been here? Speak out don't glare at me, you suspicious, heartless, disagreeable wom an. What girl called here for me?" Lucy was very pale, but she held her ground against his rage, though she had never been a witness to it before. He had been always a pleasant man till this day. but now he was full of passion and, perhaps, hate of her. She could under stand more clearly now why his quarrel with his father had been a bitter one. "It was a girl in a striped cotton dress," said Lucy, with emphasis. "She was a pert, insolent, miserably clad wom an. She would not answer any of my questions, save that you had told her to call, and she grew impertinent at last." "You sent her away?" "Yes. She said that she would never come again." "Because of your hardness and harsh ness?" "She carried effrontery and desperation in her face." "It's a lie!" shouted Reuben Culwick; "you don't know what you are doing, what you have done, in your heartless ness. There was a soul to be saved, and you have wrecked it." "No," said Lucy, growing paler still, "you don't mean " "I mean that that girl is my cousin, for whom you tried to obtain an honest place in life," he replied, "for whose sal vation I have been struggling after my useless fashion. I found her in Lou don, and tried to save her from the evil that was surrounding her. She saved my life, perhaps, then, and rendered me forever her debtor. When there was a chance for her, she was to come here. She came,", he said, fiercely, "and you sent her . away. How will yon, with all your narrow views of charity, and God's mercy, and God's vengeance, answer for It, if yon bare cat from her the last thread which led her to a better lifer Lflcr Jennings was cowed by his re proaches, by his vehemence. Suspicions, awfully saspiciouB, as she was, she was still a religious woman, and the horror cf having cast back a stubborn, willful na ture on itself rose before her even in more terrible colors than he had painted it. "Why why didn't you tell me?" she gasped forth; "why didn't you trust me? I will find her," said Lucy, very meekly now. "I will bring her back." "It is impossible." . "I will tell her that I was wrongr ta my judgment. I will ask her pardon. You must not charge the loss of this girl to me. . Where did you see her last?" "In Potter's Court." . "I know it in the Walworth road," said Lucy; "it is part of my mission to go among the people there. What is the number of the house?" "Two.! - - "Where the Petersons live the Irish people. I will go at once; don't judge me too harshly, till I have made amends for my mistake," she pleaded. . "It is too late,? said Reuben, gloomily; "the house was empty;.two days fines. There were coiners in it, and the suspi cion that I might betray them, or that the police were on the scent, led them to leave the premises.". "I will find them," said Lucy; "I am known. People trust me there, who know me better than you do,"' she .added, al most disdainfully again. , Lncy Jennings walked out of the room with her hands rigidly clasped together; In a few minutes afterward she had pass ed out of the house. It was late, and when John Jennings and Reuben had taken counsel together and had arrived at the conclusion that she would not return that night," Lucy, stiff-backed and grim, came up the front garden with a tall girl, who walked with difficulty, resting on her arm. "Here's your Second-cousin Sarah," she said to Reuben, in her old jerky man ner, as the two women came into the house. Reuben Culwick rose to greet his second-cousin and to introduce her to John Jennings, who was filling in some Roman candle-cases for Mr. Splud's benefit, which was to take place in a fortnight's time at the Saxe-Gotha. "I am glad that you have come," said Reuben, heartily. "John, this is my Second-cousin Sarah." "How d.'ye do, marm?" said Mr. Jen nings, with a solemn bow. Sarah Eastbell was very like Sarah Eastbell's ghost, as she looked from one to another, and tried hard to raise a smile, without success. "Can't you find the' girl a seat, instead of staring at her," said Lucy, sharply, to her brother, who immediately tendered her his own chair. "You have been ill," said Reuben to his cousin,, as she sat down wearily; "how's that?" "Not ill exactly. A little weak, pei haps," answered Sarah; "I shall be bet ter in a minute." "I am very glad that you have found her, 'Lucy," said Reuben to Miss Jen nings, who was untying her bonnet strings in rather a violent manner; "you will let me thank you for all the trouble that yon have taken?" "I never cared for people's thanks,' she answered. "She has been very good to me," Sarah Eastbell murmured; "I made a mistake when I thought her very hard but my life's been pretty well all mistakes, I think." - "She wants rest," muttered Lucy Jen nings. "I don't want rest only a few hours, that is," said Sarah, correcting herself, "and then I hope to set off to Worcester. I have been thinking of what you said to me at Potter's Court, and when Tom and his wife left me in the' lurch they went away in the night while I was asleep, as if they had grown suddenly afraid of me I came to this place. I wanted you to take me down to Worcester, to stand by me. Besides, I want you to have the five pounds." "What five pounds?" asked Reuben; "that I gave your grandmother when " "Oh, no not that," said Sarah, "but to pay that one back, and part of which we were obliged to spend. There's te pounds reward offered for me, you know, and you must claim that, for it's through you I'm giving myself up. I shall say you have caught me, and " "Here hold hard thRt will do no more of your highly colored fictions, Cousin Sarah; it's time you gave them up, at any rate," he cried; "and as for the blood money, upon my honor, you turn me to gooseflesh at the thought of it." "Why shouldn't you have the money as well as anybody else?" said Sarah reflectively. "Suppose we argue the case in the morning?" "As we go to Worcester?" said Sarah "very well. This good woman who traced me to-day thinks it would be right to tell the truth, but. oh! I can't tell grandmother. You will break it to htr, in your best way. And I may rest here to-night?" turning to Lucy Jennings. "You will share my bed," said Lucy. (To be continued.! The Latest Anecdote ol MarkVTwain. Mayor Low's secretary, James B. Reynolds, is'authorlty for the following anecdote, which connects the author of "Uncle Tom's Cabin" with the origi naitor of "Huck Finn." The Stowe house at Hartford was situated close to the Clemens place, and not infrequently Mr. Clemens is known to 'have "shinned" over the back fence, his corncob pdpe in his mouth, his collar and cravat anywhere but oh him. These Informal visits were a source of considerable annoyance to Mrs. Clem ens, who frequently remonstrated with her husband on the subject. On the occasion of one particularly long call of this sort, the indignant wife read her spouse a severe curtain lec ture. Returning from this, saddened and repentant, the mournful humorist carefully wrapped up a collar and cra vat in a sheet of brown paper and dis patched them to Mrs. Stowe, "with the following explanatory note: "Mrs. Clemens tells me that I spent half an hour at your house this morn ing without the enclosed articles. Therefore I must ask you to look at them for that length of time. "P. S. Please return them; they are all I have.". There are altogether thirty miles of bridges on the Siberian Railway, the longest being at Krashnoyarsk being over half a mile in length. WASHINGTON. The difficulties which encountered Washington when he took up his great trust 'as commander-in-chief of the con tinental army were most complicated and immense. The theater of the strug gle was a vast one, geographically, stretching along the Atlaniic coast from Massachusetts to South Carolina, while the whole population was only three mill ions not very much greater than that of the State of Michigan, and not so great into a million as that of Illinois. Out of this small, scattering and peace ful population an army was to be raised, oraanized and equipped capable of con tending with the chief military and mari time poWvT of the globe. And it was not to be a struggle between government and government, between one nation and another. It was a 'rebellion, and there was really no central authority, no arms or warlike stores, no navy, no treasury or financial system or responsibility. It MARTHA WASHINGTON. was only a brave anod patriotic people, small in numbers, without discipline or military experience, without arms and without money, rushing thus bare-handed into a conflict with the mother country, their own government; a powerful nation, which hnd recently been raised by the genius of the elder Pitt to the front rank among the great warlike nations of the world a nation whose military posts and possessions already dotted the globe, whose victorious navies covered every ocean and sea, whose morning drum beat, as Webster said, was heard round the world. It was against such a power as this that this handful of patriots had thrown down the gage of rebellion and defiance. Washington is known in history as a providential man; that is. a 'man raised up by Providence to fill a great place and perform a great mission. However this may be, he certainly had great parts nnd great and peculiar fitness for the most difficult and trying place which he filled in history. He had had experi ence in the previous Indian and French wars, and had proven himself a wise, competent and heroic officer. He had great personal advantages for command. He was of fine physique and imposing GEORGE WASHINGTON LP TO DATE. That cherry tree episode with a V .s v . . ' .-.-.-v-.- .v.. . : .8 k rsiFsm presence, a splendid horseman, carrying with him ever the port and air of au thority and . native majesty an ideal commander. So when this noble Virginian appeared before that northern army and drew his sword as their commander under those Cambridge elms his fame had preceded him aud he was "received with shouts of welcome and of confidence. Then all men knew it was to be a struggle to the death. Hardly a better instance does history afford of patience under provocation, of dogged determination under difficulties, of unconquerable will and courage, holding on so long and coming out triumphant at last over such mighty opposition. These great qualities, as we have already seen, belonged to the man more than to the soldier. It was indeed the great man behind the soldier, the man with the great patriotic heart, with the wise head, and the lofty, unshaken soul, that brought us through that long and tremen dous struggle and gave us our glorious place and opportunity among the nations. No other man on this continent but he could have done it. Greene, among the generals of the revolution, would have come nearest to it, but he would have failed.' But in looking over the whole field and record, in the light of all the facts and history, it will be seen that Washington made no military mistakes, that he im proved all his opportunities, that his generalship will stand the test of criti cism. He struck whenever he had the chance, his plans were good, and when compelled, his retreats were masterly. WASHINGTON'S COACH. The coach which bore George and Mar tha' Washington from Mount Vernon to Savannah has been removed from the premises of Augustus Frey in New York, to Mount Vernon, where it will remain hereafter as an example of what a first ?Jass long-distance vehicle was in the eighteenth century. The coach was pur chased twenty-five years ago at the cen tennial in Philadelphia by Benjamin Richardson of Harlem. After his death twelve years ago it was purchased by Mr. Frey, who has had it on exhibition ever since. Occasionally it was drawn in processions, and its ancient color and Venetian blinds always attracted atten tion. Some time ago Superintendent Dodge of Mount Vernon came to New York, made a careful examination of the coach and pronounced it genuine. It was suggested to the "Ladies' Association of the Union" that they secure the coach for the museum at Mount Vernon, and Mr. Frey notified Mr. Dodge that he t-onld have the ancient carriage. 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