Ton. who lived under my roof, whom I cherished and loved as a brother; You, who have fed at my board, and drunk at my cup, to whose keep­ ing I have Intrusted my honor, my thoughts the most sacred and se­ cret,— You, too, Brutus! ah, woe to the name of friendship hereafter! Brutus was Caesar's friend, and you were mine, but henceforward Let there be nothing between us save war, and Implacable hatred!" Ê Courtship ?f_ Miles Standish With Illustrations by Howard Chandler Christy (C o p y rig h t. T h * * B o b h i- M e r r M C om pany> walls of Its waters around me. Hiding me, cutting me oft, from the cruel thoughts that pursue me. Back will 1 go o'er the ocean, this dreary land will abandon. Into the open air John Alden, per­ Her whom I may not love, and him plexed and bewildered, whom my heart has offended. ed like a man Insane, and wan­ Better to be In my grave In the green dered alone by the sea-side; old churchyard In England, up and down the sands, and bared his head to the east wind, Close by my mother's side, and among the dust of my kindred; I his heated brow, and the lire Better be dead and forgotten, than liv­ and fever within him. ing In shame and dishonor! ¡lofly as out of the heavens, with Sacred and safe and unseen. In the apocalyptical splendors, dark of the narrow cnamber fcak the City of God. In the vision With me my secret shall die, like a of John the Apostle, burled Jewel that glimmers fc vlth Its cloudy walls of chrysolite. Bright on the hand that Is dust. In the Jasper, and sapphire, chambers of silence and dark­ bnk the broad red sun, and over Its ness,— turrets uplifted -mered the golden reed of the Yes, as the marriage ring of the great espousal hereafter!” angel who measured the city. John Alden ■Welcome, O wind of the E a st!” he exclaimed In his wild exultation, ■Welcome, 0 wind of the East, from Y • ^ *** ^ 'v So spake the Captain of Plymouth, as he strode about In the cham­ ber. Chafing and choking with rage; like cords were the veins on his tem­ ples. But In the midst of his anger a man appeared at the doorway. Bringing in uttermost haste a mes­ sage of urgent Importance, Humors of danger and war and hos­ tile Incursions of Indians! Straightway the Captain paused, and, without further question or par­ ley, Took from the nail on the wall his sword with Its scabbard of Iron, Buckled the belt round his waist, and, frowning fiercely, departed. Alden was left alone. He heard the lying unopened a Bible, Ponderous, bound In leather, brass studied, printed In Holland, And beside It outstretched the skin of a rattlesnake glittered. Filled, like a quiver, with arrows; a signal and challenge of warfare. Brought by the Indian, and speaking with arrowy tongues of defiance. This Miles Standish beheld, as he en­ tered, and heard them debating What were an answer befitting the hostile message and menace. Talking of this and of that, contriving, suggesting, objecting; One voice only for peace, and that the voice of the Elder, Judging it wise and well that some at least were converted. Rather than any were slain, for this was but Christian behavior! Then outspoke Miles Standish. the stalwart Captain of Plymouth, Muttering deep In his throat, for his voice was husky with anger: “ What! do you mean to make war with milk and the water of roses? Is It to shoot red squirrels you have your howitzer planted There on the roof of the church, or Is It to shoot red devils? Truly the only tongue that Is under­ stood by a savage Must be the tongue of fire that speaks from the mouth of the cannon!" Thereupon answered and said the ex ‘H i Thus as he spake, he turned, In the strength of his strong resolution. Leaving behind him the shore, and hurried along In the twilight, Through the congenial gloom of the forest silent and somber. T ill he beheld the lights In the seven vJsfflTV' w houses of Plymouth, Shining like seven stars In the dusk and mist of the evening. Soon he entered his door, and found the redoubtable Captain Sitting alone, and absorbed In the martial pages of Caesar. Fighting some great campaign In Hainaut or Brabant or Flanders. ‘Long have you been on your errand,” he said with a cheery demeanor. Even as one who Is waiting an an­ swer, and fears not the Issue. “ Not far off is the house, although the woods are between us; But you have lingered so long, that while you were going and coming 1 have fought ten battles and sacked and demolished a city. Come, sit down, and in order relate to me all that has happened.” ' < ;-Y “ ' • led the Belt 'Round His Waist. the caves of the misty Atlantic! ovlg o’er fields of dulse, and measureless meadows of sea- grass, wing o’er rocky wastes, and the grottos and gardens of ocean! T thy cold, moist hand on my burn­ ing forehead, and wrap me * In thy garments of mist, to al­ lay the fever within m e !” Like an awakened conscience, the sea was moaning and tossing, ting remorseful and loud the mu­ table sands of the sea-shore. Tee In his soul was the struggle and tumult of passions contend­ ing; e triumphant and crowned, and friendship wounded and bleeding, onate cries of desire, and Im­ portunate pleadings of duty! It my fault,” he said, "that the maiden has chosen between us? It my fault that he failed,*—my fault that 1 am the victor?” within him there thundered a voice, like the voice of the prophet: hath displeased the L o rd !”— and he thought of David's transgres­ sion . beta's beautiful face, and his friend In the front of the battle! -• and confusion of guilt, and abasement and self-condemnation, whelmed him at once; and he tried In the deepest contrition: hath displeased the Lord! It Is the temptation of Satan!" *h«n uplifting his head, he looked at the sea, and beheld there y the shadowy form of the May­ flower riding at anchor, hed on the rising tide, and ready to sail on the morrow; the voices of men through the mist, the rattle of cordage wn on the deck, the shouts of the mate, and the sailors’ “ Aye, aye, sir!” * n