W?EN MELINDY TO!-' 'M VES. .fast two weeks-from my big fail ont -witb my first s ii eatheaxt. Lucindy, JEMd Melindy, my Melindy, tell me Yes;" An' the atmosphere; wnz windy. way .from PoluimviUe to Indy, Windy - with ths breezy mask: tU eternal blessedness. .An ahe said it fair an' eqnaroly.:an not CaU , again" or May be." An a New Jerusalem glory lit tke del' an 'Wilderness. An' the son . burnt out like laaichter on the round face of a baby. Wen -Melindy, my Melindy. tol' me "Year' Uke a, twenty million orchestra -away beyond all oountin'. m The bob'links bubbled over in anmsic water fall. JknMfelt jest like a-mountin' ou the meejia house an' shoutin That Paradise was open, with admission free toau. - Kach grass blade in the m odder ma a string to Natur's fiddle, Thet was played on by the zephyrs with a vel vety caress; At' ol Natur's lints were limbered, an' she sashayed down the middle. Wen Melindy, my Melindy, tol' me "Yes!" An the angels played so bully thet the mnsio reached tho gateway An' came' spillin through the -op'nin, and a-singin' down to earth Came a-singin' such a great way thet the uni verse wot straightway Shoutin' in the glad redem'tion of a holy secon' birth; An' 21 set a-straddle on the ridare pole of cre ation. An' only (It to-holler in my bootin happi ness, - Wen Melindy, my Melindy, filled my heart 1th Jubilation, Wen Melindy, my Melindy, tol' me YesP1 Yankee .Blade. UNDER A CLOUD. I am Agnes Grey; or at least that was my name when one bright summer day, the sky as bine as though there never could be another cloud in it, I came home . across the fields from Nellie Hobart's wedding. Very sweet she looked la her bridal dress, and very fond the gentle man to whom she had given her hand seemed to be of her. The church was decked with flowers, and not one of those whoeat there but wished the pretty young creature well; and as she stepped out from the shadow of the painted windows into the clear, golden, out of door light I thought of the old rhyme Happy is the bride Whom the sun shines on. And thought that she looked like one of those fair saints the old masters were so fond of painting, blue eyed and blond, and with mouths like those of smiling, babies. 1 thought of something else, also, as 1 suppose every girl who had been to that wedding did, could one but know the truth. 1 wondered whether it would ever be my turn to stand where Nellie stood that day, and what manner of man my bridegroom would be; for I had never yet seen any one 1 could fancy giving myself to, almost body and soul, as a wife must. I was making a picture of him for myself, like a goose, when my foot caught in the grass, where some boys had tied it, and down 1 fell, twist ing my ankle and hurting my head, so that for awhile 1 knew nothing. At last I felt some one lift me off the ground, and opened my eyes to see that it was a great, swarthy, black eyed girl of seventeen or so a girl with a careless look about her dress which was not lady like. But she had the voice and manner of a lady, and she asked ne very kindly if I were much hurt; and, seeing that 1 was, picked me up in her strong arms and carried me through & garden gate and into a little parlor, where she laid me on a sofa and bathed my . head with rose water and told me to keep up my courage, for "Gideon has gone for a doc tor." That name told me where 1 was. 1 was under a roof that 1 .had never thought would shelter me, no matter what would come to pass. 1 would have risen and gone away if J eould have stirred from the odd old sofa. For this was Gideon Lee's old homestead, and here dwelt the children of the man who, sixteen years before, had been hung for the murder of my Uncle Mathew. I was but a baby when it all happened, .bat 1 could remember how the whole -village was astir in search of the miss ing man, and how a body was found at last in the heart of Alcott's woods, and how the facts that there had been a quarrel between Gideon Lee and Uncle' Mathew, and that Gideon Lee owed the latter money, and how they were last seen together quarreling in Gideon's garden, where a bloody handkerchief, marked "M. G.," was found soon after., and brought Gideon to the gallows. Perhaps hearing the story afterward from my grandfather made me fancy 1 remembered it, but at all events the name I had learned to hate was that of Gideon Lee. And now it was the child born on the day of her mother's death the very day on which the father met his. awful' fate who lifted me from the ground, dusky Madge Lee, who had never found a playmate nor a friend in the town because of the ban upon her father's name, and Gideon, the son, who bad been old enough to understand it all at the time, who came in with old Dr. Humphries soon after. They were not poor people. The house was a substantial one, and there were more books and pictures and tokens of I refinement within than country homes generally boast of. But even the farm hands spoke contemptuously of the "son , of the man who was hung," and the serv- j ants who were mrea ay aiaage ijee were not natives of the place. And here was I, Mathew Grey's own niece, lying under the roof, and likely to be there for some time, for the doctor forbade my removal. . "1 must go home 1 must - go away from this house!" . 1 said, angrily and feverishly. And Madge Lee looking down on me as an Indian princess might, with ber dark eyes aglow, said, in a bitter voice. "Never fear, Miss Grey, well not mur der you!" and somehow abashed -me. haughty as 1 was. ' Grandpa was away from home, or 1 think even the risk of my life would not have kept him from taking -me home; and 1 grew ill and delirious, and Madge Lee nursed me as a sister might and Gideon was kinder than a brother. - He read to me; he brought xae cooling drinks made of fruits after some Oriental reo ?pes which he possessed; he found sweet flowers dripping with dew in the woods, and he sang, as I never heard any one sing before, those Scottish ballads that are lovelier than any other music ever ; ; written, to my mind; and it ended in my loving them. . ' '. ' j So when I was well enough to go away I j 1 took Madge's hand in mine and said, i "How shall I ever : thank you for your . ; tender care of meT . j t And she answered,' uAgnes drey, tiie j only gratitude I ask is belief in us. The : people down there" (and she pointed ; with her brown hand toward the town) j call us the children of a murderer. We i are the children of a martyr instead. 1 1 never saw my father, but we both know : .that he is innocent. ' And Gideon remem- j bers his kindness, his tenderness, his gen tleness and his honor. ' ' ', x . j 'Your uncle Matbew forgive me, but it is the truth was ,a wild, bad fellow. He quarreled with my father, not father with him, and the debt was paid. Mother saw it done, and heard him boast that ! the money should take him beyond the Teach of irksome laws and chattering tongues. And for the bloody handker- i i i a. i a a a chief, he had cut his hand, and unbound and washed it, and tied it up afresh in mother's very sight that day. Don't dare to doubt it; don't be so cruel as to doubt it, Agnes Grey." ' . ... Then she brought me the picture that , they kept as a sacred relic, and verses i written by his hand and tender love-letters yellow with age, and as' I looked at ; the face -co sweet, so good, so like that of the Gideon Lee I knew 1 felt sore that those who stood before me, though they were the children of the man who was hung, were not the' offspring of a murderer And afterward Gideon also spoke. . , . . "It is hard to bear." he said: "hard to know that we must bear it all our lives; ' but if you only see the truth if only, without proof, you will understand that we know no murder was ever done by our dear father's hand we, who have his pictured .face upon the wall, the let ters written to our mother, the words our mother wrote begging us to read them often when she was dead, and never doubt the man who on his knees in the condemned cell, calling on God to witness his last words, had sworn to the wife who would have loved him even had he in some hasty moment dealt a fatal blow, that he knew nothing of Mathew Grey's death and even doubted that he was dead at all if you can believe with us and not with those who were his murderers, L at least, shall have a lighter heart." '. And I put my hand into his, and gave the other, to Madge, and said honestly, "1 do believe as you do, and I always wilL And so I went away; but I took their ' faces with me, their pleasant ways, their i voices. As for Gideon's face, it haunted me. There was about him a charm that . no one else ever had. They were all j quaint, all charming in their way, but he most of all. A pretty scandal there was through the town when I began to go down to . the farmhouse to see my friends. I knew it, and fought it bravely. ' "Gideon Lee never killed any one," 1 vowed aloud to those who chided me, ' "I will not baa his children for the fault of others." But there in the' town were those who had been at the trial, and eleven of the jurymen and witnesses; and under a stone in ' the graveyard were the bones . that had been sworn to as Uncle ! Mathew's, and in a bleak, lonely spot ' near the prison the coffin of the man who was hung; and how dared I, a baby al most at the time, to judge for myself. I knew they were right enough, but I never faltered. I was as sure as Madge was that her father never killed Uncle Mathew. ' They would not come to my home. Indeed, grandfather would have had the ' doo closed in their faces, but nothing could keep me from them. And it was dangerous work for me, too, as I began to know before long, to sit so much by Gideoa Lee's side, to hear his dear voice so often, to feel my heart thrilling with a loving pity for him for which I had no words. He - was my wounded and des pised knight, this dear Gideon Lee, be fore I had known him three months, and I would have given my life for him. j But he said no words of love to me nor 1 to him.. Just friends we were, and noth- : ing more, outwardly. That was enongh ' for the town enough for grandfather. I was called unnatural. I found my i dearest friends grown, cold. Even- the j clergyman asked me if "it would not harm me to bold, companionship with T such people. ' And I said: "They are the best people I have ever known. And even had their father done the deed for which he died, they would be no worse for it . - As it is he was murdered, and yon are all cruel to these poor children of his cruel and unchristian." . So he left me angrily, and so many a friend left me, and all my comfort was to sit between Madge and Gideon in the quiet evenings and talk to them. In the summer time we used to light no candles, : and the : moonlight :' fell through the ivy leaves uponius, and the old dog lay at our feet and pus his curly head upon Madge s lap. We would tell stories of .fairies and goblins or sing ro mantic songs written before any of as were born. Now and then Gideon would steal his arm about my waist or hold my hand awhile, and wrong though any one might have thought there was no more harm in it than though we had been children. . Just so we were sitting one evening, when grandfather walked into our midst and clutched me fiercely by the arm. No need to repeat the words he uttered. The Insults stung me as sharply as they could Gideon Lee's children. But he forbade me ever to speak to them again and took me home with him. The last glimpse I caught of the broth er and .-sister showed them to be stand ing hand in hand, their finger clutched tight," their teeth set, their, faces white with wrath tinder - the moonlight. It was my . last glimpse for many years, for the day after this we sailed for Can ada. Grandfather was a Canadian, and it was partly to revisit his native land and partly to pat the ocean, between the Lees and me that he took the voyage. Bat he could not ' tear my heart from them. , I , loved them better than' any people I ever: met: most of all I loved Oideon. -. -, ' . : .' .- But 1 never heard of him or from him, nor could 1 guess whether he lived or died, remembered or forgot me, for three long years. . At the end. of that time my grand- father died, and I, his heiress, returned to my native land a rich woman and my own mistress, though this was the codi cil to the will that left me all: "I, Henry Grey, having cause to fear that my beloved grandchild - is" easily misled by artful persons, - and is not guileful enough to understand their guile, do, for her own welfare, add this proviso. That, should she. ever give her hand in marriage to the son of the mur derer of my eon, Matthew Grey, ' all claim upon the moneys and estates above bequeathed her shall be forfeited, . and said property go, without reserve, to the Hospital of St. Martha, to be used by the trustees of said institution as they see t ft 4- - - - v - -. - fit: - But, despite this codicil, 1 went down into the valley in which Gideon Lee's homestead stood before I had been -at home a' day. It was sunset - when I reached it, but the light did. not as of i yore gild the panes of the upper win-j dows to sheets of burnished gold. Every shutter was closed and the house seemed to frown upon me. The garden had run wild; the fields lay desolate; the broken branches of . the orchard trees ' told of boyish depredation. . Strange cattle grazed in the meadow and Rover's ken nel was empty.' T,he sight brought tears to my eyes. I went np the old porch and found there, wet with - rain and tangled in the relics of last year's vine, a scarlet ribbon, one Madge, must have worn. I put it in my bosom and came away. No one could tell -me anything of Gideon Lee's children, except what the empty house had told me that they were gone. , I had lost them; and what did 1 care that all the country place besides wel comed, me home? Gideon's smile would have-been more to me than all their greetings, and Madge would have given me a kiss that had true love in it. I was not happy; I could not be gay. 1 could not care for anything very much. I lived a quiet life for two long years, and, let those call me cold and proud who would, I was not cold, but those who courted me were Gideon Lee's enemies, and had persecuted pretty Madge since her very birth,, and had done their inno cent father to death, and I hated, them for it, though I said nothing. -" But at last, one bright morning, walk ing up the road to look at- the desolate dwelling where I had learned to love Gideon Lee's children, I saw a change in it. The windows were ojjen; a man was at work in the garden. Three fig ures in traveling costume had just en tered the porch and a carriage stood at the gate. : . . I knew Gideon's tall figure at a glance, but who was tins superb, glowing, beau tiful, with a look of triumph on her face who came toward me? And who was that old man with the strange, sar castic smile, that T fancied I had Been before? As 1 advanced 1 knew that it was Madge who ran ,to meet me Madge, grown to be a magnificent waman Madge, who kissed me as of yore, but more gladly, and who left me in a mo ment alone with Gideon and drew the stranger away with her. And Gideon held my hand, and I could only say,"It has been very long. Gideon," and try and hide my tears. '.".'' "It has been long for me, Agnes!" he said. And then there was a pause. He broke it by kneeling down beside me, with ray hands in his as I set on the low step of the porch. "You are Miss Agnes Grey," he said, "and the world honors you.. I am the son of the man who was hanged, v Even now loving you as I do as I have all this weary while that stands between us, a barrier you could not cross. Is it not Bo'i . Were 1 all else, and so worthy of you, I should still be Gideon Lee, and an outcast, branded with Cain's brand upon the forehead, and you could neither 'ove nor wed me!" Could I say "I love you?" It was not in maidenhood to do that. It was im possible. I trembled; I faltered; I only said these words: "It is an unjust brand nnjnst and cruel. My eyes never see it, Gideon Lee!" He showered foud kisses on my hands, but he spoke again. "Do you dare to do it, Agnes to love an outcast man; to bring upon yourself contempt and hate; to relinquish wealth for the humble life of a simple farmer? Is ' your love strong enough for ) this? Will you never repent?,' '- - "Never," I said. ' "When your gold is gone, your land another's, your friends turned to ene mies and your name, your very name, Agnes that of the man who was hang ed?" he asked slowly. "Think! can you bear that ignominy? I know how ter rible it is." And 1 took my hands from his and laid them on his broad shoulders and said but .no matter what .1 said... 1 have forgotten the words that told him that I loved him too well to doubt my courage to bear anything for his dear sake. - But suddenly, as he knelt there look ing up into my eyes, I saw a look in his face that 1 could not understand a look that made me cry out and begin to tremble; and I saw others draw.near; and I -saw - Madge clasp her - brother's hand, and. the old man held out both of his to me; i - ' "We have been parted five years," said Gideon. "In that time I have been searching for something that I believed must be hidden in the wide worlds I have found it." . - - - . .."..I: ;. .' .' "Gideon, tell me," I cried. - "Could any; earthly thing but one em bolden me. to speak as I have spoken to you?"' said Gideon, t "Do you think that I would ever nave offered any .woman a name that would have made her an oat cast? That which I sought, that which I found, was a living proof of 'my dear father's, innocence.' Look! do you knew this man? . Have- you no recollection. Of him?!;;- .( . . .' yV, ;Ci- .-. ' And-1 turned my eyes upon the old man,., who had taken my hand in. his, and knew that I looked upon my uncle Mathew. ' .. . ;,, '..' . The whole town knows the story now. He has told them how, yielding to his wandering impulses, he left, as he had done once before, the home, and friends of his early manhood, and far from all news of Christian lands dwelt in the Arab's tent upon the desert and wan dered with him over the burning sands, loving the life too well to leave it, and never hearing of Gideon Lee's unjust condemnation, or of his terrible fate, until his son stood before him and bade him, if one drop of Christian pity lingered in -his soul for : the man on 'whom he had brought this awful doom, to return and prove by his living presence the fact of his innocence and of his unjust death. 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