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.
' 'They speak of Gideon Lee's children
now as of those of a martyr; and the
ban is lifted from the name that I have
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