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From Indiana
Hy TXooth Ta.'RK.ijg to ft
Copyright. 1999. ky HeuUtJay
Cyrigt. 1902.
CHAPTER I John Harkless, frt-hb
from college, liuyen the bankrupt Carlo w
county IltraM. at I'!ut v i II I nil., ami
start! lii to reform things. Hi first trl
umpli U to compel Kodney McCnne to
withdrnw from the cat) tlliiucy for coiigrewt
under pain of eipiisures. lie reclaims
drunken collide professor named tisbee
and take him on his staff. Gossip tells
liim of a strunge younx woman named
tiliersood who U visiting the duug! t -r of
Judite llriscoe II Miss Sherwood deeply
interested in J I ark Iron. She beam of the
White Caps, at Sii Crossroads, when he
lias attacked in the Herald, They threat
en vengeance, ami the editor U ihadowed
every night by a riattsville mend, on guard
"What's tbe use of tryln to bother
Mm with Itr old Tom asked btmeelf.
"Herd only laugh." lie Doted thai
young William Todd, tba drag, bonk
and wail paper clerk, tat near tba ed
Uor, wbtttllDg absently. Mart la cttoe
ilod. William turn tonight." ba
murmured. "Well, tha boye U take
ar of trim.' lie locked the doora of
tba Emporium, tried them and dropped
(the keys In hla pocket.
Aj be croanod the arjnare to the drag
"tore, where hi cronies i waited htm.
a e" turned a win to' look at the figure of.
the musing journalist "He ought to go
out there," he said and shook hla bead
sadly. "I don't reckon riattvllle'e any
too spry for that young man. Five
years he's he'n here. Well, lt a good
thing for us, but I guess It ain't exact
ly high life for him." He kicked a stick
cut of LIB way Impatiently. "Now,
where'd that Imp run to?" be grum
bled. The Imp whs lying under the court
house step. When the sound of Mar
tin's footsteps . hud pasaid away she
rept cautiously from ber hiding place
und stole tlirouKh the ungroomed (trawl
to the fence opposite the hotel. Here
alio stretched herself flat in the weed
and took from the tangled mnm of
her hair, where It was tied with a
string, a rolled up, crumpled slip of
Kreasy paper. With this In her fingers
lie Iny eerlng under the fence, her
fierce eyes fixed- unwlnklngly on the
lltor of the Herald.
The street ran flat and gray In the
alowly gathering dusk straight to the
western horlwm, where the sunset em
bers were strewn in long, glowing, dark
red streaks. The maple trees were
clean cut slllkwiettce against the pale
rose and pearl tints of the sky above,
and a tenderness seamed to shimmer In
the air. The editor often vowed to blm
aelf ho would watch no more sunsets
In Plattvllle. He thought they were
making him mortild. Could be have
shared them It would have been dif
ferent His long, melnncholy face grew lon
ger and more melancholy in the twi
light, wiille William Todd putl.-ritly
whittled near by. Plattvllle had often
discussed the editor's hnblt of silence,
and possibly the reason Mr. HnrkliNH
was such n quiet mini win tlmt there
wns n'ltxKly for lit tit to talk to; but bin
hearer tllil not agree, for the popnln
Hon of Cnrlow county whs n thing of
pride, being greater than that of sev
ernl bordering ,ouiitles.
A bent flgtire enme slowly down the
strict, and William Todd lialhd it
cheerfully. "Evening. Mr. l'lsliee."
"A good evening, Mr. Todd," an
swered tl. old man, pnuslng. "Ah, Mr.
llnrkless, I wan looking for you." He
had not seemed to be looking for any
thing beyond the boundaries of his own
dreams, but he approached llnrkless.
tugging nervously at some papers la
bis pocket. "I have completed my notes
for our Saturday edition. It was unite
easy. sir. There Is nmeli doing."
"Thank you. Mr. K'sls-e." said Hark
less n he took the manuscript. "Have
you finished jour paper on the earlier
Christian symbolism? I hope the Her
ald may have the honor of printing It."
This was a form they used.
"I shall lie the recipient of honor,
air," retiirnid I-'lslx-e. "Your kind off'T
will speed my work; but I fear, Mr.
I lark less, I very much fear, that your
klwlnoos slone prompts It, for, deeply
as I desire It. 1 cannot truthfully say
that my esaays appear to inirrasc our
circulation." He made an odd, trou
Ned gesture as he went on: "They do
not seem to read them here, although
Mr. Martin assures me that be cure
fully reiienises my article on Chaldean
decoration whenever he rearrange his
exhibition windows." He pkddd on a
few paces, then turned Irresolutely.
"What ts It. Flsbee?" asked IIarkles
Flsliee stood for a moment as though
about to speak; then he smiled falnlly,
shook bis bead and went his way.
Hark less waved hla band to hlra In
farewell and. drawing a pencil and a
lsd from bla pocket, proceeded to In
jure hla eyes In the warring twilight by
Che editorial perusal of the Itetue bit
Gentleman m
MeCimrm Cm.
by MtCturm. Thltltpj s31 C.
'Staff had Just left in Ins hands. He
glanced over them meditatively, mak
ing alterations here and there.
The last one l'Uliee had written as
follows:
Miss Sherwood of Rnuen, whom Miss
Ilrtsctm kmiw at the Misses Jennlnits' fin
ishing- school In New York, Is a guest of
Judge Briscoe's household. j
rlsbec'a Item were written In Ink
There was a blank space beneath the
lust. At the tiottom of the page some
thing had been scribbled la pencil
Hurkless vainly tried to decipher It;
but the twilight had fallen too deep
and the writing was too faint, so he
struck a match and held It close to the
paper. The action betokened only a
languid interest But when he caught
sight of the first of the four subecrlb
ed Cue be aat up straight la bla chair.
with a sharp ejaculation. At the bot
torn of Hsbee'e page was written la
dainty feminine hand of a type be
bad not seen for years:
"The time ha corns." the walrus said,
"To talk of man? thinas
CM shoes and sblpe and sealing was
And cabbwaea and ktnas."
da put the paper In bla pocket and
art off rapidly down the village street
At bla departure William Todd looked
up quickly. Then be got upon bla feet
with a yawn, and quietly followed the
editor. In the dusk a Uttered little
figure rose up from the weeds across
the way and stole noiselessly after
William. He was In bis shirt sleeves,
his waistcoat unbuttoned and loose. On
the ueareat corner Mr. Todd encounter
ed a fellow townsman who bad been
pacing up and down In front of a oot
tnge crooning to a protestlve baby held
In his arms. He had paused In bis vigil
to stare after Hark less.
-Where's he bound fer, William T"
tnqnlred the man with the baby.
"Brtacw"',". answered William, pur
suing bla way.
"I reckoned he would be." observed
the oilier, turning to his wife, who aat
u the doorstep. "I recktsned so when
I see that lady at the lecture last
nhjht."
The woman rose to her feet. "HI,
Bill Todd!" she said. "What ye got
on to the buck of yer vest?" William
paused, put his hand behind him and
encountered a paper pinned to the dun
Cling i-trap of his waistcoat. The wom
an ran to blm and unpinned the paper.
It bore a writing. They took it to where
the yellow lamplight sliooe out through
the open door and read:
A' 'Sir FoLer hark Is U yo bias an
tsRd him yoK heat vetiaaefis Is cloateB
karwls not Ckt das to lire we come In
wlte.
What ye think. William?" asked
the man with the baby anxiously, But
the woman gave the youth a sharp
push with ber hand. "They never dast
to do it!" she cried; "never In tlie
world! You hurry. Bill Todd, rton't
leave hlni out of your sight one sec
ond." CHAPTER III.
HE street upon which the Pal
ace hotel fronted formed the
south side of the square and
ran west to the edge of the
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town, where it turned to he south for
a quarter of a mile or more, then bent
to the west again. Some distance
from this second tarn there Stood.
fronting close on the road, a large
brick house, the most pretentious man
sion in Cnrlow county. And yet It was
n homelike place, with Its red brick
walls cuihowend In masses of cool
Virginia creeper and a comfortable
veranda crossing I he bnaid front, wbllu
half a hundred stalwart sentinels of
elm and beech ami poplar stood guard
uround It The front walk was lad
dered by geraniums and hollyhocks,
and honeysuckle climbed llie pillars of
(he porch. Behind the house there was
a shady little on-hard, and back of the
orchard nn old fashioned, very fragrant
rose garden, divided by a long grape
artxir, extended to the shallow waters
of a wandering creek, and on the bank
a rustic seat was placed IsMieath the
syes mores.
From the first bend of the road,
where it left the town and became
(after some indecision) a country nigh,
way, called the pike, rather than a
proud city Imulevard, a pathway led
through the fields to end at some pas
ture bars npposito the brick bouse.
John Harkless was leaning on the
pasture bars. The stars were wan and
tbe full moon shone over the fields.
Meadows and woodlands lay quiet and
motionless under the old, sweet mar
vel of a June night In the wide
monotony of the flat lands there some
times comes a feeling that tbe whole
earth la stretched out before one. To
nhjrbt It seemed to lie so. In the pathos
of silent beauty, passive and still, yet
breathing an antlqne message., sad,
mysterious, reassuring. But there had
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come a Otruie ueldUy adrift on tba air.
Through the open windows it floated.
Indoor some one struck a peal of sil
ver chords, like a harp touched by a
lover, and u woman's voice was lifted.
John llurkicm leaned on the pasture
bais and listened with upraised bead
and parted lips.
To thy chamber window roving, love
hath led my feet."
The Lord sent manna to the children
of Israel In the wilderness. II ark less
bad beeu Ave years In I'tattvllie, and a
woman's voice singing rVbuberfs "Ser
enade" came to hlin at last as he stood
by the pasture bars of Jones' field and
listened and rested bis dazzled eyes
on the big white face of the moon.
How long bad It becu since be bud
beard a song or any discourse of music
other than that furnished by the. I'lutt
vllle band? Not that be had m taste
for a brass band. Hut music thut' he
lovt'd always gave him uu nche or de
light and the twinge of reminiscences
of old gay days gone forever. Tonight
bis memory leaped to the lust dny of
a June gone seven years to a morn
ing when the little estuary waves
twinkled In the bright sun about the
boat In which he sat. the trim launch
that brought a cheery party ashore
from their schooner to the casino land
ing at Winter Harbor, far up on the
Maine coast.
Tonight be saw the picture as pattnly
aa If It were yeaterday. No rtwulnlav
onncea bad rUea so keealy before bla
eyes for years. Pretty Mrs. Van Muyt
sitting beside Mm pretty Mrs. Tsa
Bktiyt and her rosea what bad ba
enme'of her? He saw tba) crowd of
friends waiting on the) pier for their ar
rival, the doaeo or ao em Masoned ctase
matea (It was to the time of brilliant
flannels) who sent up a volley of col
lege cheers In bla honor, now plainly
the dear old. young faces rose up before
him tonight, the men from whose fires
be bad slipped! I wrest and Jollreet of
the faces was that of Tom Meredith,
tlubmate, rlasamate, bla closest friend,
the thin, redheaded third baseman. He
could see Tom 'a mouth opened at least
a yard. It seemed, such was bla frantic
vodfurousnesa. Again and acaha the
cheers rang out. "Harkless! Hark-
less!" on tbe end of them. In those
days everybody, particularly bis class
mates, thought he would be minister
to England In a few years, and the or
chestra on the casino porch waa play
ing "Tbe Conquering Hero Cornea" hi
bis honor and at the behest of Tbu
Meredith, be knew.
There were other pretty ladles be
sides Mrs. Van Skuyt In the launch
load from the yacht but as they touch
ed the pier, pretty girls or pretty wom
en or Jovial gentlemen, all were over
looked In tbe wild scrumblo the college
men made for their hero. They hahd
ti tin forth, set blin on high, bore him on
their shoulders, shouting "Kkal to tbe
Viking."' and carried him up tbe wood
ed bluff to the casino. He beard Mrs.
Van Skuyt say: "Oh. we're used to It.
We've put In at several other places
where be had friends!" He remember
ed the wild progress they made for
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E. ESTES, MiuiHKer f Distrllmlary, V. 1att.x, Gaston,
blm up tbe slope that morning at Win
ter Harbor how tbe people looked on
and laughed Slid clapped their bauds.
But at tbe veranda edge he bad no
ticed a little form disappearing around
a corner of the building, a young girl
running away as fast as she could.
"8ee there," be suld as the tribe set
lilm down; "you have frightened the
iopuIuce." And Tom Meredith hud
stopped shouting long enough to an
swer: "It's my little cousin, overcome
with emotion. Hbe's been counting
tbe hours till you fame been hearing
about you for a good while. Hhe hasn't
boon uble to talk or think of anything
else. She's only fifteen, and tbe crucial
moment is too much for her. The great
Hurkless has arrived, nnd she has iled."
But the present hour grew on hlin
as he leaned on the pasture bars. It
bad been a reminiscent day wtUi hiiu.
but sudilculy nia memories sped, and
the rnicr iui vms Binguig txnovjetT'S
"Serenade" across the way touched
ti In) with the urgent (lersonnl appeul
that a present tieuuty hud always held
for blm. It was u soprano und without
tremolo, yet enme to his ear with
certain tremulous sweetness. It was
soft and slender, but tbe listener knew
it could be lifted with fullness and
power If the singer would. It spoke
only of the aong. yet the listener
tliougtit of the singer. Under the
moon thoughts run into droama, and
be dreamed that the owner of tbe
voire, she who quoted The Walrus
and the Carpenter" on FksWs autea,
waa one to laugh wrth you and wevy
wlrh yon. yet ber Waxtiter weak! be
tempered with sorrow and ber tears
wrth tooghtier.
When tbe song waa eoded be strnek
tbe rail be lea-iwd upon a sharp blow
with bla open bead. There swept orer
blm a feeling that be bad stood precise
ly where be stood now on encb a night
a thousand years ago; bad beard that
voice and that song and been moved by
tbe voice and the song and the night
Just as be waa moved now. He bad
long known himself for a sentimental
1st. He bad almost given up trying to
cure himself. And be knew himself
for a born lover. He bad always been
In love with some one. In bla earlier
youth bla affections bad been ao coo
stantly Inconstant tint be finally came
to settle with bla self respect by rec
ognizing In himself a fine constancy
that worshiped one woman always. It
whiter evenings when be stared akste
at tbe embers.
And tonijflit. here In Ptnttvlllc. he
beard a voice he hod waited for tons,
one that his flckln memory told him he
had never heard before. But. lltonln;.
he ktK'w better he had heard It kin-'
ago, though when nnd bow lie did lx
know, as rich and true and lmffalj'i
tender ns now. He threw n sop to h!
common sense. "Miss Sherwood Is .
Ilttj thing" (tlie linage was so sup ;
tnlb. "with n bumpy forehead : ml s
tack's." lie said to hliiifi'lf. ""r el
prminclnl young lady w:fli big eyes
pone at yott." Then he felt ti e rkl'i
loiMnos of rook'ni: after his -oinc
sense on n moonlight nlirht In .lui
4no. he kw ft - "'
YESTERDAY - -
Somewhere between daylight and dark,
TWO GOLDEN HOURS
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MrMINNVILLE OIIEOOX.
waa only the shifting Image of her that
changed. Somewhere (he dreamed,
whimsically Indulgent of the fancy,
yet UHicklug himself for It) there was a
girl whom he had never seen who wait
ed till he should come. She was every
thing. I'ntil be found her he could not
help udoring others who pomfcwsed lit
tle pieces and auggestloiis of her her
brilliancy, ber courage, her short upiier
Hp, "like a curled roe leaf." or ber
dear voice or ber pure protlle. He bad
no recolhvtlon of any ludy who bad
quite her eyve. He bad never pussed
a lovely 'atranger on the stmt In the
old days without a thrill of delight and
warmth. If he never suw her again
and the vision bad only lasted for the
time It tukea a ludy to rrntm the side
walk f-om a shop door to a currluge
be was always a little In love wltb her
because she bore about her somewhere,
aa did every pretty girl he ever saw,
a suggestion of tbe faruwuy divinity.
One does not pass lovely strangers In
the streets of Plattvllle. Miss Briscoe
wus pretty, but not at all in the way
thut Harkless drcanicd. Fur five years
the lover In him that bad loved so of
tcu had been starved of all but dreams.
Only at twilight and dusk In tbe sum
mer, when strolling he caught sight of
a woman's skirt far up the village
street, half outlined In the darknc&i
under the cathedral arch of meeting
brancbea, this roatancer of petticoats
oould sigh a true lover's sigh and. If
be kept enough diets nee between, fly a
yearning faocy that bla lady wandered
there.
Ever since bta university daya the
ttnsMsa of her had been growing mors
and more distinct. He bad completely
sittled bla trrlnd aa to ber appearance
and ber voice, she waa tail, almost too
tall, be waa eure of that; and out of
bla oonsckNMDeaa there bod grown a
awwet and vivacious young face that be
knew waa bers. Her hair waa light
brown, wttb gold lusters (be reveled In
tbe gold lusters on the proper theory
that when your fancy la pulntlng a
picture you may aa well go In for the
whole thlug and make It sumptuous),
and ber eyie were gray. They were
very enrneet. ami yet they sparkled and
longhtd to him compankinubly. ami
snmcthrjca he smiled bock upon ber.
Tbe L'nlhie dnucud before blm through
tbe lonely years, on fair nights In bla
walks aid enme to alt by bla Ore on
To tm Continued.
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