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NEW YORK: HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE. 1S74. r Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, ^y Harper & Brothers, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. ?Il£biratelr TO THE GENERAL WHO TOOK THE CITY, President Grant. ivi20S380 CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. TAGE The Family Secret 11 CHAPTER II. Rachel 13 CHAPTER III. Joseph's Flight IG CHAPTER IV. The Fairy Isles 19 CHAPTER V. At the Pool 21 CHAPTER VI. RcNxiXG THE Blockade 25 CHAPTER VII. The Old House 28 CHAPTER VIII. Discovery 32 CHAPTER IX. Peggy's Fortune 34 CHAPTER X. Berxardo 37 CHAPTER XI. IIow THE City was taken 39 CHAPTER XII. In the Cave 42 CHAPTER XIII. D.VM-N 41 CHAPTER XIV. Joseph's Pocket-book 4G CHAPTER XV. . PAGE Nelson Tiiorne 50 CHM'TER XVI. St. Chrysostom 55 CHAPTER XVII. An Unlucky Family 58 CHAPTER XVIII. The Mother's Story C5 CHAPTER XIX. The Picture G9 CHAPTER XX. Captain Lacer 71 CHAPTER XXI. A Stranger "vvithin thy Gates 74 CHAPTER XXII. Lovers 75 CHAPTER XXIII. An Interruption 77 CHAPTER XXIV. A Poor Relation SO CHAPTER XXV. Thistles 83 CHAPTER XXVI. Peril 85 CHAPTER XXVII. Afteravard 87 CHAPTER XXVIII. The Memder for Millville 89 10 CONTENTS. CHAPTER XXIX. PAGE Ethel 'M CIIAPTEIl XXX. U.VDER MOH KULK 97 CIIArTER XXXI. Joii.v Kaini;s 101 CIIAPTEIl XXXII. Gre.\t Neavs CHAPTER XXXIII. Tilt; Hermit 103 108 CHAPTER XXXIV. Found 110 CHAPTER XXXV. Experience Tiiorne TAGE . 115 CHAPTER XXXVI. The Countess Gu.vradini 118 CHAPTER XXXVII. Too Late 124 CHAPTER XXXVIII. CoxrESSiON 125 CHAPTER XXXIX. A New Year 127 CHAPTER XL. A Ship comes in 129 JOSEPH THE JE CHAPTER I. THE FAMILY SECRET. "OAMUEL must go," said Uncle Abraliam O Host, finishing his portion of rice-grod, with a relish unimpaired by the fact that his sister Martha had carefully prepared the favor- ite dish for his supper these thirty years. For the advent of Abraham Rost was hailed as a great event in the household. " But he leaves Kachel, in that case," re- turned the father, thoughtfully. A grave, wrinkled, care-worn man was the father, stooping in gait, yet with a certain dig- nity of manner. A safe man, the merchants knew, and when he moved one of his pieces in the great game of life, with a thin, firm hand, it was after due deliberation, and the move was never withdrawn. "Tut! tut! "scoffed Abraham. "I tell thee, I left wife and little ones, early and late, for bread. I crossed the steppes in winter ; I nev- er failed yet to be at Nijni-Novgorod every foir ; and I traveled in my sledge from house to house in the Baltic provinces, when our need was bitter, after the persecution of our chosen race." "I know," assented the fiither, half abscntl}'. " Samuel is a man — not like the other cliick- en-hearted youngsters," observed Abraliam. Out of the gloom peered a fixce. It was young and soft in outline, but it was terribly' eager and wrathful in expression. Uncle Abraham might well look to himself with such a watcher. The household had retired for the night. Twelve o'clock was the hour chosen by Abra- ham Host to discuss important matters with his brother, for ho was a very owl for wakefulness. "The time has come, and we have. waited long," pursued the older man, in a half musing strain. "I have saved thaler by thaler; my fortune has been built up of single little coins, and the diamonds that have ceased to delight our eyes by their flashing splendor have brought a safer return in solid gold — eli, brotlier ? Hist ! what was that ?" " I heai"d no sound," said the father, calmly. Uncle Abraham rose from his seat in the ra- diance of the swinging silver lamp, suspended by chains from tlie ceiling, and groped about the room. On one side of the low, dark cham- ber was a wooden stairway, with heavily -carved balustrade, which led to a small door high in the wall. The old man, still suspicious that his keen ear had not deceived him when he fancied he heard a stealthy, suppressed sound, ascended the steps and tried the door. It was fastened on the other side. Re-assured, he resumed his arm-chair, and had no sooner done so than the little door flew noiselessly open, and the eager young face ap- peared among the shadows of the balcony again. Abraham laid on the table two morocco belts lined with money, a small pouch of coins, and a red Circassian bag, richly embroidered, from wliich he drew a yellow paper, crumpled and faded. He read aloud : " Never cease to search for the treasure I lost, my sons. The workmanship was so per- fect that it may have possibly been preserved in its original form, if it be not too much taste to expect of a blood-thirsty robber. I had i: JOSEPH THE JEW, been in tlic far East, seeking rare gems for our house, when this neciilace was sent unex- pectedly to reward my toil. How I loved it! How rapturously I gloated over it in secret, imtil, in the long days at sea, I lost myself in reveries over the future disposition to be made of my treasure. Sometimes I climbed the rig- ging to be quite alone, and let the sunshine play over the stones, which shot forth rays of splendor, or I leaned over the bulwark in the calm moonlight, holding it in my hand, with the waves breaking in long furrows of chan- ging lights against the prow, pale rose and pure green scintillations, comparing the jewels of the sea below with those of the earth in my grasp. I had heard that the Roman Catholics of Havana, on the island of Cuba, would give great sums for such jewels to adorn the Virgins of their cathedrals. If these failed to give me my price, I would then return home, sure of a market among the princes of Europe. Eager- ly I looked for the chain of islands, lying in tropical beauty, surrounded by the sea. " Before we reached them, an accursed }n- rate swept down upon us, with guns flashing in every port-hole, boarded us, and rifled us of our possessions. I might well utter the prayer of David the King, ' Lord, deliver me from mine enemies.' I shall see that dog of a Christian, as he stood over me, with my dying eyes. The hatred bred of wrong is unquenchable. He was an English buccaneer, such as then infested the region. The setting sun, shining dully through the smoke, which hung like a pall over us, illu- mined his form with a blood-red glow ; his face was dark with evil passions, and his cold, cruel gray eye chilled the beholder with apprehen- sion. Any deed possible for man to do might readily be ascribed to him, and still the cruel gray eye "would search for more. Cowering on the deck, in momentary expectation of death, I yet had time to reflect that if he were not a pirate, he would be something else. What ? I searched my bewildered brain, and even in such a tumult the answer was unhesitating — 'A madman.' " He spumed me with his foot. "'Jews are made of riches ; search him,' he commanded. "Then my treasure was torn from me. The captain was a silent spectator. The two commanders were both young men ; they stood opposite, and measured each other from head to foot. The captain's look expressed plainly wonder, pity, and contempt for the conqueror, which stung more deeply than the wildest ravings of despair. Dissimulation is safest under such circumstances. I dared not raise my eyes from the deck, for fear the pi- rate should read the helpless rage and defiance seething within me. '"As we are of the same race, I will let you go,' said the pirate, carelessly. "'I am ashamed of my race,' rciilicd the captain, firm and low. "A sudden pallor crept over the other's dark face — or was it only the di])ping of the sun beneath the wave? There was a sharp report, a flash, and the captain fell. But it was one of the buccaneering crew that did the deed. My curses have followed the pi- rate night and day. Find him or his de- scendants, oh my children, and recover the in- heritance of which you have been robbed. I discovered his name — Frederick William Goffc. "(Signed) Solomon KosT." Uncle Abraham refolded and replaced the paper with glowing eyes. Even the father's pale face flushed with a kindling enthusiasm. "Ah! had Providence decreed, we should have found the' necklace long ere this ; had we not been hampered by troubles, and Ma- nasseh's death out yonder. The young one must undertake it. I tell thee, Samuel is the man. "We will unfold our plans when he re- turns, but the children must know nothing of the secret ; it might spread, through such idle babblers, to avaricious brethren. The Went- zels over the way would fly in pursuit. The Lord saw fit to afflict me with girls : had He granted me a son for mine old age, I would have trained him to fulfill his grandfather's command." The sorrow of Abraham Rost's life was that he had no sons. This great city of the far North, standing in the icy stillness of lingering Arctic winter, and wrapped in a soft snow mantle, had no more curious picture of home life to reveal, that night, than the common living-room of Solo- mon Rost, the diamond broker's home, pre- sented. The single lofty window, with double sashes excluding the bitter'cold, was concealed by a curtain of heavy red cloth ; the furniture was plain, with an instinct to avoid display, taught by cruel oppression. A solitary star of liglu — the silver lamp — gleamed in the centre of the room, framing the two gray heads bow- ed together in a mellow radiance. Shrouded in a twilight gloom, the great porcelain stove loomed up in one corner, and opposite the wooden stairway wound upward into obscuri- ty, each step farther from the light, even as the young face was destined to recede. JOSEril THE JEW. 13 Intense attention marked the attitude of the listener ; an increasing confidence on the ])art of the brotliers, as they warmed over a theme, a mystery wiiich had served as the romance of their lives. "So! my grandfatlier left this secret, and my uncle ^lanasseh died of yellow fever in the West Indies, searching for a clue," said the young man, drawing a deep breath, and raising liimsclf erect when tlie others Iiad finally separated for tlie night. lie passed swiftly through tlie little door, and came face to face with a woman. CHAPTER IL RACHEL. WHAT a ed, witli arc you doing here ?" the girl ask- ith both authority and suspicion. " And you ?" questioned the young man, with a perceptible sneer curling his haughty lip — a sneer that gradually changed to an expression of incredulous amazement as he gazed at her. The girl's wrapping, a gorgeous cloak of Eastern fabric, with silk wrouglit upon velvet to resemble jewels, and a h^avy border of gold fringe, slipped aside, revealing her dress. She bit her lip with vexation. Tlie dropping of the mantle was no intentional feminine artifice ; it did not matter what Joseph thought of her. A delicate lily of snowy purity, npspringing in the forest's deepest recess, could not have afforded a more vivid contrast than did the girl figure to the dark corridor. She was en- veloped in gauzy raiment, one frost-work of costly lace. Lustrous pearls were wound in chains about the slender throat, and depended on either side of the oval face, while a coronet of massive braided hair crowned her head, and eyes of wonderful depth and brilliancy proudly confronted the young man. " Samuel's bride," muttered Joseph, witli whitening lips. " Yes, Samuel's bride," said Kachel, calmly. " I have put on my dress, like any other girl, and am going to the great chamber to see my- self in the mirrors. I have stolen Aunt Mar- tha's keys for the purpose." And then, being a girl conscious of her own beauty, she bent her head gracefully, express- ing the "am I not worth looking at?" which she scorned to speak. Joseph's features grew dark with bitter hatred and despair. " Every thing for Samuel ! Life, love, hon- or, riches ! Why were the rest of us born ?" Eachel recoiled, shocked and startled. " He is your brother ; surely you will do iiim no harm" — anxiouslv. "Xo: I am not a Cain," said Joseph, still looking at her with the unwilling fascination of a man who both loved and hated her. "Well, are you going to tell of me ? I have been listen- ing to the father's conversation." "You are safe with me," returned Eachel, haughtily, and swept away to insert the pon- derous key into the door of the sacred great chamber. This state apartment had once been fitted for the reception of a prince of the Hebrew race, a great banker and statesman, who was the confidential friend of emperors, and who wore more noble orders on his breast than royalty itself. Rachel stood on the threshold of the lofty room, and held her lamp above her head. Venetian mirrors, framed in silver, lined the walls; the floor was polished wood, in mosaic patterns, with a Persian carpet laid in the cen- tre ; amber satin curtains shrouded the bed and windows ; the chairs and sofas Avere solid ebony and amber satin, relieved by graceful fes- toons of lace. A chandelier of pure cut crys- tal held wax-tapers, half consumed. Indian vases wafted still a lingering aromatic perfume. There were pictures in that dim light. An- drea del Sarto was reproduced in Ciesar receiv- ing tribute of birds and wild animals, instead of the Pieta. Leonardo da Vinci, by a copy of the Leda, instead of the Last Supper. Raf- fiielo, even, by his heathen philosophies, rath- er than the tender INLidonna and Child. No- where was Christ to be seen. At the end of the room a satin curtain was looped back, forming the portal to an alcove. The velvet divan, the wine jar, the pipe with long stem and jeweled mouth-piece, the leather pouch of Latakia denoted its purpose. Beside the divan a tiny table of ebony supported, on a bronze salver, a pitcher shaped like a bird, ex- quisitely tinted purple and amber, with ribbed 14 JOSEPH THE JEW. glass handle, nn J two shallow cups with iridized liuted rims, and richly incrusted sides. A sec- ond alcove beyond was a marble batli. The silence and desertion of the great cham- l)er was dispelled by a charming, Heeting vision. In every mirror grew a luminous form out of the mist of bridal veil. Rachel, beholding her image, yielded to the irresistible im])ulse of self-admiration, and, jilacing her lamp on a ta- ble, posed in beautiful attitudes, her draperies now flung back, with arms wreathed above her iiead, and again wrapjiing herself close in ghost- ly white folds. She was interrupted in these girlish freaks by the sudden appearance of Aunt Martlia in night-cap and dressing-gown, who speedily re- locked the great chamber, and bore away the culprit. She was amazed at Rachel's audaci- ty. Besides, the wedding-dress worn before the time was, in her estimation, an ill omen. Aunt Martha was watchful guardian through all the silent hours of night. Not a mouse gnawed behind the wainscot but she heard it, and was on the alert for robbers. Tiie Rost family had been diamond brokers for genera- tions, the sons being instructed in the business at an early age, and succeeding the fathers regularly. The father was the actual head of the house ; but Uncle Abraham, whose rest- less nature tended to greater activity, trav- ersed Europe in search of fine stones. Every instinct of their lives prevented them from adopting the mode of living of many fomilics in their midst, occupying a floor in some large building. Tlie Rosts must live entirely to themselves, not because their ways were evil, but secretive. The house was plain and old ; the ofiice in one portion, and the family hav- ing possession of the rest. Every night a strong box was brought to the father's bed-chamber, so heavy that three clerks lifted it, and because of the box Aunt Martha listened for robbers. Slie importuned the father to have an iron door with filagree openings set to his chamber, secured by a bar; she made him burn a lamp, and at any hour of the night she might have been seen gliding to the iron door, to see if the father slept and the box was safe. Not for worlds would the Rosts have had it known in the city that their house boasted an apartment like the great chamber. To be sure, the days of heavy tribulation were past ; yet the safest course "with the descendants of rulers who had extorted the uttermost far- thing from Jews, was to avoid a display of wealth. "Wc do our best in our humble way," Aunt Martha would remark, with an hypoc- risy which fear had taught her. Had one of her nciglibors, Christian or Israelite, inquired what the great chamber contained, she would have unhesitatingly replied, "Rubbish! It was a lumber-room." In the mean while Joseph had gone to his own room, and stood beside the couch of the other occupant. A faint white gleam stole in the casement from the snow -covered street and roofs, tinging with an unearthly ])allor the sleeper's face, which was as spiritually sweet as the face bent over it was morose. These two were twin brothers, and the mother had died in giving them birth. The sleeping Benjamin was as faultless as the perfection of delicately chiseled features and a blameless life could render him. The waking Joseph had already lines of premature manhood, which would possibly bring shai*p contests and sorrows, and as yet had none of manhood's philosophy ; lines which Benjamin's smooth brow would never know, for he was blind. All that was tender and gonerous in the Rost nature was lavished on him. His existence M'as made one of music in flower- scented nooks, of caressing words and unre- buked caprices, of summer excursions to the palace, of intoxicating delight at the theatre, where Ilolberg moved to laughter, and Olen- schlager inspired awe. If there were selfish- ness and sin in the world, he had not discov- ered it, for the father jealously guarded the bloom of his innocence, and was over watch- ful to ward off disease that might dull the transparent skin, or taint the soul. Habitually the family laid aside their gross- er selves when they entered the presence of Benjamin ; while so startling was his serene beauty, that involuntary praise followed his steps in the streets. Unconsciously, Joseph's whole youth had been a sacrifice to his broth- er. He had served as eyes and ears, a rough- ei', firmer bulwark of strength, to protect his tender helplessness. Joseph had a separate life, the one of edu- cation in school and college, which was to fit him to do battle with the world; Benjamin had no separate life from Joseph. The harmonies that flowed througli Solomon Rost's mansion were interwoven by the twins. Deftly Jo- seph's bow sped over the vibrating chords of his precious Cremona violin, while Benjamin's white fingers glided over the piano keys. To Joseph age seemed possible, in the fret- ting wear and tear of daily routine ; Benjamin JOSEPH THE JEW. li was imperishable youtli in its most ethcreal- ized type. The following day i\-as the feast of Pesach. The preparation for and observance of relig- ious services were always strictly discharged by the diamond brokers. There had never been a Imckslider from the faith of their fa- thers among the race. For three days before Pesach, glass utensils were immersed in water, copper and iron ves- sels purified by fire, and the whole house cleansed. The appointed fasts had been kept, and the second day — Enf Pesach — sacredly observed, because on that day the Lord slew the first-born of Egypt, and Israel was spared. The previous night Solomon Host had pass- ed through every room with a wooden bowl and quill, to detect stray morsels of food. Aunt Martha took care that he should find some scraps in his progress, as that was ex- pected. At dark the fomily assembled around the table, where the Paschal Lamb was served with unleavened bread and bitter herbs. The father presided in a white linen robe. This robe was the epitome of Hebrew man- hood. Presented to the bridegroom by the bride, it was ever after kept to be worn at the Passover, at Yokmkipur, feast of recon- ciliation, and when he was laid in his coflin. The father's face was always sad when he appeared thus arrayed : the hands had long since crumbled to dust that wrought the pre- cious garment. On his right hand sat Uncle Abraham, and on the left Benjamin, whose Oriental imagina- tion clothed religion with all the sjjlendors of worship belonging to Solomon's Temple. He saw the priests and the cherubim, the ark of the covenant, the ivory throne. Uncle Abra- ham was especially to be revered, because he had journeyed to Jerusalem to ]»ray for the restoration of his peojde in the v.-ailing-place of the Jews. Aunt Martha wore her white hair brushed back in a massive roll, like the Ivussian ladies, a black velvet gown, and a broad collaret of yellow gold, llachcl, in a gay silk skirt, muslin stomacher, embroidered with silver, and purple velvet jacket, was so quiet and self-possessed that she could not have been recognized as the radiant figure of the previous night. She watched Joseph furtively from her place by the chair of her betrothed, the absent Samuel. The young man was pale and taciturn. The doors of all the rooms were opened wide by a servant, for the entrance of the Holy Spirit, and then Solomon Rost read from the book of the captivity in Egypt. A profound silence ensued. Benjamin listened with parted lips, as if for the rustle of wings. Suddenly a figure appeared with uncovered head. Rachel uttered an exclamation of jo\-. Joseph turned Avhite, and glared at the in- truder. Swathed in furs until ho seemed a movable mountain of wraps, cap of sea-otter, gloves of yellow fox, Samuel Rost, fresh from his Lap- land journey, stood in the door-way. ♦ * i CHAPTER III. JOSEPH S FLIGHT. " TITIIERE is Joseph?" complained Benja- » T min. Several hours had elapsed since Samuel's return, and the harmony of the meal had been fin-tlier disturbed by Uncle Abraham — superstitious in the extreme — discovering a pin in his meat. " Unclean !" muttered tlie strong man, drop- ping his knife in dismay. "The priest's seal was set upon it," main- tained Aunt ]\Iartlin, wliose housewifely digni- ty was assailed. But Uncle Abraham did not recover from the shock, which he persisted in regarding as a misfortune. " It never happened before at such a season," he said, gloomily ; and at his words a strange chill of apprehension stole over the family group. Then it was that the blind brother asked for Joseph, whose absence was noticed for the first time. A servant was dispatched in search of him. Old Gottlieb returned and beckoned Aunt Martlia away, silently. She returned with a troubled mien, which she vainly endeavored to render composed. " What is it, woman ?" asked Uncle Abra- ham, harslily. Benjamin lifted his head like a startled fawn. In vain Uncle Abraham souglit to clumsily laugh away his sharp question, whicli had pro- duced more alarm even than Aunt INIartha's startled countenance. In vain tliey soothed Benjamin, and tried to lead him away. He refused to move. "You arc deceiving me," he cried, turning from one to the other ; "I too will hear the truth." Then the thunder-bolt crashed down. Joseph had gone away ! In his room Aunt Martha discovered a letter, which the father opened : " I go without the father's blessing. For- give me. Time will prove if Samuel is the only man of our race. I know the family se- cret ; I have taken the papers and money. It is useless to send Samuel after me ; I shall main- tain the advantage of being first. Let him re- main at home for Rachel's sake. If I am suc- cessful, I will return. If not, forget me. The Lord be with Benjamin ! JosLrii." As a river, born in higli mountain cradles, and flowing quietly through sequestered val- leys, suddenly sweeps into rushing current and foaming cataract, rending a channel through ravines, so Joseph's manhood had come. As a volcano jets living flame where flowers have bloomed, so the repressed fire of the younger son's jealous hatred of Samuel, chafing in sub- terranean channels long, burst forth, amazing the family with its fury. The father had intended to be just in rearing his sons, lavishing all the. care on their educa- tion in which the superior class of his people delight, but he had made the fatal error of treating Joseph still as a youth for Benjamin's sake. Unintentionally he had slighted the mas- culine fibre in his second son, wishing to keep him at home for companionship to the darken- ed life. Samuel might assume the double bur- den of responsibility and success which his bold, aml)itious nature craved. Now Joseph's riglit had asserted itself, and the father discovered it all too late. " The dolt ! Tlie young fool !" stormed Un- cle Abraham. " He has ruined our enterprise by his presumption. Overtake him ! ]Make him repent of his madness." " Nay, father, Joseph is no fool," said Rachel. " Of what has the young whelp robbed me ?" questioned Samuel. JOSEPH THE JEW. 17 " He has gone to the New ^Yol•l J in thy place," groaned Uncle Abraham. " Who calls Joseph a fool ?" cried Aunt Martha, shrilly. " Give the lad a chance and he will equal Samuel any day." When the twins lay in one cradle, two little round heads exactly alike, the Kabbi placed a gold piece and tjie horn on them, to avert the Evil Eye ; and his blessing for Joseph was : *He shall be strong like Judah, and have the riches of Asher.'" Benjamin stretched forth his hands with a groping, fluttering movement, and his tsoft, sightless eyes wore a mournful expression as he murmured, in Hebrew, "Why hast tliou forsaken me, oh my brother?" Then the father and Uncle Abraham rent their clothes and bowed their heads. Rachel alone was happy. Joseph had gone for her sake, and she was grateful. Now Samuel was spared to her. She nestled close to her betrothed, admiring his robust form, his handsome face, and curling auburn beard. "Thou art safe!" she whispered. ' Samuel's black brows met in a sharp frown ; his thoughts were not of Racliel. If he could have reached the fugitive, he would have smit- ten him down. He thrust her aside. "Why do we stay moping here? He has only the start of three hours. The ports are not yet open." Uncle Abraham exclaimed, "Eight, lad I Bring out the sledge." The father spoke for the first time, slowly and distinctly. "Samuel may follow to the Small Belt ; and if he has reached the other side, Joseph shall go in peace." Filial reverence was exacted by the fiither before all other considerations ; Samuel bit his lip savagely. The sledge and horse were gone. A curse rose from Samuel's heart at the de- lay. Another vehicle was procured, and he drove away into the silent night. Rachel stood at the window, watching his departure ; he bad passed her without a glance. Joseph had his revenge, if he desired it, for the dark cloud of discontent even now rested on her lips. She was bound to Samuel by one of the long betrothals of the North, and he would always regard her as the obstacle whicli prevented him from going to the New World. If real- ity would dissipate glory, Samuel's imagina- tion for life must picture the dream in glow- ing colors. "I wish that I might never wear the brid- 2 al dress. What prize am T, compared to gold!" Aunt Martha, who sat weeping after the ex- citement, smiled sadly. In her day she had loved a Christian, and refused to wed. Ben- jamin folded Joseph's letter on his breast, where it was found wlien he died. In the mean while Joseph had matured and executed a plan, which first took root when he overheard the fiimily discussion, and Samuel proposed as emissary. By nature and circumstance both crafty and secretive, he evinced no interest until Samuel returned. The moment had arrived ; he acted with prompt decision. He wrote his letter; found, in a desk in Uncle Abraham's cham- ber, the money, belts, papers, and pouch of coin ; slipped his violin into a shagreen bag ; and, wrapped in a fur cloak, stole from the house. It was the work of a few moments to harness the horse to the sledge, and witli one searching, farewell glance to disappear. At that hour the city was brilliant with life and gayety, yet the presence of lingering win- ter gave to the metropolis a solemn covering of white snow, suggestive of the ice-cliffs link- ing distant shores in crystal fetters, of frozen seas, and the vast fields of dcsolatior^ bounded by the midnight sun. The Ostcr Gade was illuminated from end to end, the light from spacious windows shedding rosy gleams on flitting forms and cold streets. From the two broad, airy market-places — the Amarga- torf and the Kongens Nytorf — wide streets di- verged, throbbing arteries of the city's warm life ; but winter had laid an iron grasp on the shipping, holding masts and hulls in rigid sus- pense of motion. A sob rose in the fugitive's throat as he looked back on the beloved home spread out before his gaze, low and flat, with the palace looming up above the domes and spires. How he loved the naked beech - trees, the chain of islets, the childhood memories of good Bishop Absalom ! How he wished he had embraced Benjamin ; won a smile from Rachel before he fled ! above all, received the father's blessing ! Goaded rather than softened by these reflec- tions, the young man turned away, setting his face steadily forward. What if he should be overtaken through lingering to indulge in sen- timental fancies ? Samuel's mocking laughter seemed to follow him, urging greater speed. The mysterious influences of spring were ev- erywhere silently at work, rilling through the IS JOSEPH THE JEW. earth's rigid frost mask. The snow was no longer a firm pavement, and Joseph's sledge grated in many spots over the ground. Tiiis made his progress often painful and slow. Tlie fever rose in his veins ; he glanced frequently over his shoulder to see if he was pursued ; lie spurred on his flagging steed. Ileacliing the water at last, he paused at bay. Was he to be thwarted, checked, and turned back now ? Spring-time was at work on the water, no longer with gentle fairies that tinkled and purled as on the earth, but with the labor of Titans, sap- ping the ice with mighty currents, smiting the winter fetters in crashing battle, gathering hills of huge green blocks, and leaving an unbroken plane of the crystal surfixce between, rolling in continuous ripples above the swell. Unsafe to cross in sledge, inipas?able by boat, Joseph Rost scanned the barrier far and wide. No hope. But just at the climax of his agony he glanced back, and saw Samuel approaching at furious speed. Jose])h looked once, twice, then urged his reluctant steed out on the trem- bling strait. "Stop, fool !" shouted Samuel, reining up. Joseph cracked his whip ; rapid motion was the only safety. The horse flew ; the ice crack- ed with startling concussions ; the groaning, sub- marine thunder warned of danger ; water gush- ed up in the track behind. The horse flew, but the v.holc space was in motion ; the ramparts heaved ; the glittering pinnacles toppled forward ; a yawning blue chasm grew and grew above. They were on a slender, brittle ice-bridge ; they were on a twirling island ; they were on a transparent raft — then the horse slipped, the sledge disappeared, but the man, on a single cake, was nearing the opposite shore, and the free waves were singing their song of release to a new year. Thus stood the two brothers on opposite shores. "Curse thy ungrateful child," prayed Uncle Abraham. But the father uttered no curse, yet he gave no blessing. Thus Joseph Host crossed the line of the future. CHAPTER IV. THE FAIRY ISLES. THE steamship approached land. She swept in grandly from the far horizon of dis- tance, churning the wide, tranquil sea into foam, threaded her way among tlie tortuous windings of the coral channel safely, and drop- ped anchor in port. Among the motley crowd on her deck a young man stood silently but rapidly scanning the shore. He beheld a chain of tiny islands, linked together by sharp-fanged reefs, and anchored, as it were, on the broad bosom of the ocean ; boni of volcanic throes, built up from subma- rine depths in many an arch and column by the busy coral polyps, and fringed by all the beauties of the tropics. A miniature world, isolated, and unlike any other portion of the earth's surface, swept by the tempest's wrath, sunny and smiling in the bland caresses of the south wind, with the ships coming and going, messenger birds of the distant great continents. The stranger on the steamer's deck had be- held the low rim of cloud grow to a level shore, with a line of white, firm road winding along above the breakers' crested margin, where the surf masses rolled, and houses were visible be- ^•ond, framed in stunted palmetto groves. Kow they had paused in a harbor before a town. The harbor was inclosed by gently un- dulating hills, and the clear, pellucid water mirrored the tapering masts and graceful hull of a vessel here — shaded from turquoise blue to vivid emerald and rose, as it rippled over solne sandy beach, and revealed in its pure depths the delicate sea-weed forests, brain- stones, and purple fans, waving slowly in the current, where fish, in gorgeous mail of silver and gold, darted about in quivering flashes of light. The town was narrow, crooked, and quaint. Rising from the harbor's brink, and sloping up an acclivity sufficiently steep to ren- der the ill-paved streets precipitous, and to place the houses one above the other, it pre- sented a confused mass of stone wall and roof, whitewashed to dazzling brilliancy, most pain- ful to the eye beneath that hot sun. The summit of the hill was finally crowned by a fort, signal station, and soldiers' barracks. The passengers landed on the low quay, and made their way to the open square be- yond ; and, in so doing, added their own indi- viduality to the curious mixture of nationali- ties there collected. It was Sunday ; yet, owing to a common cause of excitement, the square presented any thing but a Protestant sobriety of appearance. Troops of the line, clad in scarlet, passed constantly, with stiff, military bearing ; groups of engineers and artillerymen, resplendent in blue and gold, lounged about verandas ; and jolly Jack Tars lurched along, carrying their shoes and a bottle slung over one shoulder, each wearing a big rose in his button-hole — emblem of a day on shore. Eager, sallow- hued Americans conversed with placid, blonde Englishmen ; a Frenchman gesticulated to a grave Spaniard ; gangs of low-browed, swarthy men, gathered from the worst elements of all races under heaven, awaited orders or smoked in idleness. These last were the crews of ves- sels. Truly, the birds of prey had gathered from afar on the Fairy Isles. Everywhere strolled merry, careless negroes, some in rags, some in gaudy finery, children of the plenty of the hour, unvexed by the cares which drew sharp lines in the white faces about them. Tucker (lineal descendant of old Dan, possi- bly) lay on his back in the sun, basking among 20 JOSEPH THE JEW. the lizards, eating bananas, his Mack, beady eyes t\vini 2-4 JOSEl'II THE JEW. movements? In tliis pen the fish were fed and fattened for tlie table of epicures. Joseph's arms were suddenly pinioned to his side, and tiie upper portion of his body thrust far over the frail railing, which creaked beneath his weight. The fish glared up at him in ex- pectant suspense ; he gazed back at them in hor- rible agony. It was as if voracious, cannibal death waited to devour reluctant, animated life. Terror paralyzed him. Dull sounds rung in his ears, perhaps his own knell. A white film floated between him and the pool, out of which gazed earnestly the shadowy faces of Kachel and Benjamin, Oh, the leaden agony of sus- pense ! The more fearful dread of fulfill- ment ! " Well,' have you seen enough ?" said the man behind, with a grating laugh. "I am tempted to drop you. I told you I was a bet- tei- friend than foe. JMako me a friend." Joseph had remained passive in his grasp, with remarkable presence of mind, fearing that any struggle would break the railing, and pre- cipitate both into the pool. Of a lithe and ag- ile build, he now concentrated all his energies into one unexpected, backward spring, which made his captor reel, and twisting around, seized the other, raised him from the grpund, with nerves strung to steel by intense excite- ment, and threw him to a distance, where he fell stunned and senseless. The moon shone down upon strange scenes that night — the struggle of armies, the plotting of monarchs, souls born, souls departing ; yet, surely, there were few more startling than the silent strife between these two men on the quiet shore of the peaceful islands. " It was but a jest," muttered Reuben, rising slowly, and looking vacantly around. lie was alone. CHAPTER YL RUNNINCx THE BLOCKADE, A SLENDER, graceful craft, built for stealthy treachery her enemies affirmed, for lawful speed her friends protested. In color, a part of the leaden, twilight waters and dim horizon ; in progress, noiseless, ever ready to turn in her own length of v,-ater, the Swaii was the choicest stake of the gamblers. Her crew was a curious assortment of men, at once reckless and anxious, bound together by a common interest in danger, yet each mov- ing in a separate atmosphere of suspicion and mystery. Not an officer failed to take some private venture in quinine or liquor, and in- dulged in pleasurable anticipations, during the •voyage, of fabulous prices paid in a war-smit- ten land. At the last moment the captain came off in a gig, laden with honors by his friends ashore ; for the Fairy Isles were enlisted heart and soul in the cause, although much was said about oc- cupying neutral ground. Then the Swan steamed away, and the Fairy Isles faded from palm-crowned beach to a cloud line, where a star flashed and w'aned against the clear sk}-, as the light-house turret shed a warning beacon over the sea. Oddly enough, Joseph Eost and Keuben Wentzel were fellow - passengers ; the latter submissively conciliatory, the former more af- fable than formerly. In fear of being summoned before the au- thorities, Reuben sought Joseph after the strug- gle at the pool. Joseph betrayed little resent- ment, and accepted Reuben's statement that he was in jest. " Of course a man of your prudence would not be rash enough to get into trouble. Nev- er repeat it. I warn you. There ! We will forget it," "You arc generous, "said Reuben, doubtfully. On board the Stvan all were strangers, all bent on gain, running to one goal, and fearing to be outstripped by a more successful compet- itor. The taciturn captain moved among tliem, ever ready to detect treachery and punish it ; the Swan in her race for life could by no means afford to harbor traitors. The captain was a squarely-built, muscular man, with a tinge of Welsh blood in his proud face, black-bearded, the shaven mouth reveal- ing thin lips, which closed like a spring, and parted very slightly to give egress to his few- words. He wore a havelock, the dazzling white linen affording a striking relief to the bronze face, and a superb intaglio ring on the third finger. Passengers on the Swan knew as little about the captain as he did about them. Ru- mor dealt with his rank, and raised him to a baronetcy. Names ? He rejoiced in half a doz- en, all of which suited him equally well. Two other men on board attracted Joseph's attention. One was a tall, erect veteran, scar- red in many battles, and turning toward a war from the ends of the earth, if need be, as natu- rally as birds of prey gather to the feast. This soldier had witnessed all the campaigns of his day, had braved the Crimean snows, served un- der Garibaldi, and with equal ardor aided Aus- tria ; his keen glance, now, was directed to the New World. The other was a small, limp man, wrapped in a faded cloak, who lounged listlessly against the bulwark, and appeared to see nothing. Joseph could not determine whether he wore a wig or not, but certain it was that the insignificant little man beheld more than was apparent. The Swan slid over the tranquil waters, tlireaded daintily the sullen billows of that dark, blue ribbon, the Gulf Stream, and saw, on 2G JOSEPH THE JEW. the right hand or the left, no danger. The sun ran its course twice, and the captain paced the deck, one monotonous round, smoking che- roots incessantly, while his eagle glance swept the horizon. Others might droop witli the un- natural strain of fatigue and suspense, but the captain 'never did. Each successive morning found liim at his post, composed and wakeful, sipi)ing cafe n(jir, a palor growing in his swarthy face. Tlie tliird d;iy dawned, murky, hot, foggy, and tiic Sirun altered her previous rate of speed. Slie drifted irresolutely on the surging waves, toy of the elements apparently, and part of the shifting mists. " Wc could not have more favorable weath- er," the captain observed. Toward evening the vessel ceased to sport with wind and waves ; every thing denoted a change. It was as if the bow — each man a muscle fibre — was bent to the work, and the arrow fitted to win the mark. Hovering on the verge of obscurity eager eyes could discern a blur of stationary light in the fog. The seal of silence stamped the whole crew, yet it was a stillness electric with purpose. Figures moved about, as if shod with velvet, and obey- ed gestures ; smoke-stacks were lowered ; the very machinery of motion ran in oiled grooves. "Steer fur the admiral's light," commanded the captain, scarcely above a whisper, but ev- ery soul heard. Joseph turned to look at him. Awaiting with the zest of intense enjoyment the issue of his dangerous enterprise, the veins beat in his olive cheek, his hand clenched over the tele- scope he held, and a defiant exultation expand- ed his whole person. Peril was to him an ex- hilarating tonic. He had played hide-and-seek with violent deatli all his life-, and was content- ed to so poise the balance until the end. Reu- ben Wentzel sank down on the deck, c]asj)ed his hands, and groaned aloud. A terrible liglit flashed in the captain's eye : without uttering a word, he lifted the Jew and dropped him down the companion way. Then he motioned contemptuously to Joseph Host to follow. Stung by the look, the young man braced himself, and responded by a glance equally bitter. The captain bowed and re- sumed I'.is place. A pluintom ship, breatldess, lifeless, the Sivan crept on. She advanced nearer the admiral's light-ship — her very audacity her chance of safety — glided like a spectre almost beneath the stately bows of the man-of-war, and slid on beyond. She had run the gauntlet ! "Safe," was the word framed by voiceless lips. Al- ready visions of Champagne suppers and reck- less rejoicing in port were indulged in. Only the captain's features were haggard with ex- pectation. A wide, white fog wall shut down before and beliind them, blank and inijjene- trable. Suddenly a dark spot appeared and loomed abeve tliem : it was the broadside of a sliip. An involuntary exclamation of dismay welled up to Joseph's lips ; the captain was at his side in an instant, with a gesture of silen- cing menace. A shudder palpitated through the Swmi ; she trembled at her own peril ; then swinging around, causing scarcely a ripple, she glided away, making all speed for the open sea. But a note of alarm had roused the ship to immediate pursuit. Dawn found tlic Swan flying over the bil- lows, with a black object and a trail of smoke following steadily in her wake. Evening found pursued and pursuer occupying the same rela- tive position. The captain kept his sleeples.. vigil, cigar in mouth, with the occasional cup of coffee, his chief nourishment — every nerve was strung to the highest pitch of excitement, every eye and ear strained for unusual sight or sound. "What if another black speck appear- ed in an opposite direction, and joined in pur- suit? What if a shot came hurtling over the sea, jind crashed through the Swans unprotect- ed side ? The crew looked worn and gloomy. Below, Reuben Wentzel miglit be heard invok- ing the aid of all the propliets in his distress. The fiided little man approached the captain. "If you wish to blow up the craft, I can do it. Would you rather surrender?" '*4Ve need do neither," said the captain, coldly. At midnight noonday was longed for to sight the enemy, at noonday the shelter of dark- ness again. There she was, neither gaining nor losing. Eorty-eight hours, weary, heavy laden with danger, replete with the shock of surprises, lagged on. "The barometer is falling," said the first of- ficer, when night gathered in of the third day. The captain, bleached to a ghost by harassing fatigue, straightened himself, and said, cheer- fully, "Now for our chance, men !" Wlien darkness settled on the flice of the wa- ters, the Swan deliberately altered her course. "Out of sight!" exclaimed the commanding officer of the pursuing I'eiviterwce, lowering his glass. " We should have overhauled her, but for our heavy armament." JOSEPH THE JEW. 27 The Peicitencee gave chase hopefully, if doubtfully. It was no easy matter to track the Sifun on the high seas. Dull cloiuls spread over the heavens, rising in darker masses from the horizon. There was an ominous hush of suspense, a pause, broken only by the heaving of the ocean ; then the clouds rose in form of an arch, spanning the sky, and the rush of the storm swept near, with blinding glare of lightning, crash of thunder, and a mighty tumult. No easy matter, indeed, to track the Siran, with the tossing surges rear- ing their feathery crests, and the mist sheeting her like a bridal-veil. " Man is a worse enemy than t!ie storm," quoth tlie grim captain. Lo I tlie prize was lost ; for the Sican had doubled back, passed the Peicitencee in the night, eluded by a hair-breadth the notice of a war-vessel, and stolen into port. The helm slipped from the captain's fingers ; after the nerve- tension came total collapse. At that moment was revealed what his iron will had compelled the physical frame to endure ; the strong man fainted. Said Joseph Rost to Eeuben Wentzel, with a manner both friendly and hesitating, "We have reached om- haven. Let us bo fellow-laborers. " Reuben, sallow from fright and illness, had yet life interest enough left to scan his com- .panion. Joseph leaned against the rail idly sur- veying the town, as if unaware of the scrutiny. " What do you wish ?" "Listen! There will be rare opportunities to get diamonds for a song." "Leave a Rost alone for thinking of that," interpolated Reuben, with a grin. "Assuredly ; and leave a Rost alone for dis- covering the best places in advance." "Humph !"' said Reuben, still on his guard. Joseph had never once looked full at the other during the conversation, but continued to sur\'ev the town. " Herr Wentzel, arc you to be trusted ?" "Yes," rei>lied lieuben, unblushingly. Joseph frowned as scornfully as Samuel could have done. "Truly, I have reason to trust you!" , " I tell thee " — began Reuben, hastily. " Eah ! No doubt I am foolish to talk about my own affairs ; yet I need a confederate. I am so young, and we are countrymen. Surely we should work together rather than thwart each other." "I will not fail you. Moreover, my experi- ence may serve. What is the business?" "Two families will have rare stones to sell. What if I send you to one, and find the other myself?" " Yes," assented Reuben. Joseph spread a pocket-map on the bulwark, and traced a route up to the State of Virginia, and a line to a town in Kentucky. Then he re- ferred to a data in his memorandum-book, and wrote a name and place on a card, which he gave to Reuben. "Meet me here in two months, and write me to the Burkville post-office — cautiously." Reuben was silent a moment. " Suppose I do not find the family there ?" "It is their homestead. If they are fugi- tives, trace them ; they will be all the more anxious to part with their jewels." Reuben again reflected, nursing his chin in one palm. "What good will I gain for my trouble ?" "If you do not see, Herr Reuben, no one can teach you. You hesitate ? Don't play me false, after what I have communicated. Aban- don the matter, only do not meddle afterward." Joseph tore up the card, scattered the frag- ments into the water, and walked away. Reu- ben continued to hold his chin, and think in si- lence. Next morning he said : "I will go." And he went. Joseph Rost's mental adieu was — "I fear I shall never have the pleasure of seeing you again." ^^:^< CHAPTER VII. THE OLD no USE, A CITY, older than three centuries, stands a crumbling relic on the shores of a New "World, and lives only in the remote past. A warrior, imaginative and romantic ; nay, more ! dreading the sure approach of age, which would sap the strength of his stalwart limbs, sailed over the seas in search of the crystal waters of regeneration. Ah ! fountain of youth! Was Ponce de Leon the only mor- tal who sighed for immortality? Thus the first wave of European invasion swept up to the unknown shore, which received its name — Pasena Florida — in honor of the day, Palm- Sunday. Blooming the paradise, yet made terrible by lurking foes. Bronze faces peered from sheltering thickets, and the un- erring arrow hissed after the foreigner as he sought roots ; or stealthy canoes darted through the still waters of creeks, when hunger sent the explorer to gather oysters. Instead of the fountain of youth, the warrior met death from a poison barb — gained his im- mortality, after all. Then the second wave broke over the strand : a band of peaceful French Huguenots, seeking an asylum where the ghostly reverberations of St. Bartholomew bells might never reach them. Then the third wave stormed the land. Crafty Philip of Spain must exterminate the Protestant band; and so his mail-clad Ade- lantado stepped ashore, from the galleons an- chored in the harbor, bearing the royal stand- ard, and followed by a brilliant train of cava- liers. The Adelantado kissed the Cross pious- ly, then drew his sword in the cause of relig- ion, and the land flowed with Huguenot blood. Under the saint's especial patronage, whose name the town still bears, fortifications were erected. For sixty years the conquered In- dians, whose ancestors roamed the savannas in freedom, toiled under cruel task-masters, drag- ging huge masses of stone to construct ram- part, glacis, and ditch. Unconsciously these sons of the soil built not only frowning bat- tlements and massive archways, but a volume in stone that, as future generations turned leaf by leaf, revealed in dark chambers and wall- ed-up vaults, skeleton-strewn, the hideous char- acter of their oppressors. Heretics must be warned off by moat and wall of solid masonry, quoth the Adelantado. As it happened, wave the fourth brought an incorrigible heretic, Sir Francis Drake, who swooped down like an eagle on the labor of years. Then the fifth wave curled up, obliterating Saxon rule; restoring the old dispensation, gloomy, sombre, superstitious, and in that dark- ness the city must evermore remain. No act- ive life stirs the sluggish pulses. In youth the city's garment was deej)ly stained in blood; in age danger sends no thilll through the palsied frame. On the day of which we write, a young man passed through the narrow, sleepy streets in the direction of the fortified castle beyond. On either side the houses Mere built of coquind rock, flat-roofed, with wooden galleries and balconies, while over the high garden-walls glimpses of fig and pomegranate trees M'cre visible. At the castle the stranger paused, not so much to notice the venerable churches where old bells hung which had tolled the Catholic Spaniards to prayer, as to look cautiously about him. He had the appearance of a person dreading his own shadow. It was Joseph Post, in no very happy state of mind. A week before he had seen Ecuben Wentzel, without being perceived in return, and had turned his steps to this remote region in order to avoid pursuit. JOSEPH THE JEW. 29 On board the blockade runner, he had in- tentionally deceived tiiat crafty Jew, and re- joiced in the achievement. Reuben could not have found any such fam- ily homestead as he mentioned. Now, if tiicy met, it must be war to the knife between them. The thorn in Joseph's side was this unexpected spy, but his thoughts never descended to the black depths necessary to contemplate remov- ing lleuben as an obstacle from his path. lie was not a great diplomatist, or lie would have felt no such scruples. He enjoyed outwitting Wentzel ; and in sending him to the very heart of the war, a State swept and desolated suc- cessively by contending armies, the cliances were against his return. And here was Reuben back safe ! Nothing could have been more unfortunate. Better to have defied him utterly from the first, to have crushed the nettle firmly, which wounded by a lighter touch, than to have been tempted into this fatal course of pacification. A dark present — a dark future — to return home unsuccessful ? The thought roused Joseph to uncontrolla- ble anger ; he had never received the disci- pline of patience. In bis batile with the workl, he was only too likely lo be worsted. In this irritable mood the young man wholly under- rated his own ability, and exaggerated difficul- ties. Better this lack of self-confidence, than an inflated faith in himself. The quiet life of the city ebbe'd and flowed at his feet ; low marshes and wooded shores extended to the line of glittering blue Atlantic in the distance. Joseph was a stranger. No- body noticed him in those strange times, when disguises were frequent. The old city would scarcely have elevated its hoary eyebrows in surprise if as complete a transformation liad occurred under its venerable nose as the har- lequin in the pantomime. Before many hours had elapsed, Joseph had formed his resolution. It would require a keener scent than that of Reuben Wentzel to follow his steps. Af- terward lie could resume his own business. Not the sliglitest thread had yet been discover- ed to the clue of Grandfather Rost's heir-loom. It would require more than a month of surface study in a large country to discover the buc- caneer's descendants, if they were actually in the Southern States at nil. But he was not discouraged on this score. He possessed all the curious submissive patience of his people, united with a tenacity of purpose, a persistent adherence to one fixed aim amidst adverse bufi"etings, if need be, that would achieve the end. Call it obstinacy, call it bravery. It is the great central motive power wliicli, onco kindled in men's bosoms, moves tlie machinery of a world. The wilderness received him a lonely wanderer. No anxious eyes followed iiim. Ho was friendless and alone. Above sparkled a sky of clearest blue, below extended ridges of pine barrens, savannas star- red with wild -flowers, and shaded tracts of hummock-land, catalpa and, cotton trees, min- gled with the waxy fruit of the candleberry- myrtle by the way ; and as the traveler ad- vanced, thickets of live-oak, cedar, and pal- metto, all interlaced with long, briery vines and rank grass, became more frequent. Occasion- ally an Indian mound rose above the monoto- nous level of the surrounding country. Occa- sionally he had glimpses of swamps — shadowy, vague, dim — where lurked poisonous reptiles, and the wild fowl gathered fearlessly with dis- cordant clamor, the blue heron, scarlet ibis, im- perial eagle, and fleets of cormorants on tho surface. He confided in no person ; but simply allow- ed his horse to journey on, as the animal would, provided a small pocket-compass was followed. The second evening brought him to a djkp- idated cabin, the only habitation he had ,^en wrij^ for miles. A man was seated on a log before ' the door, smoking a cob-pipe. The malarious atmosphere of river-banks, rich with oozing mud and rank vegetation, had colored the man's life and appearance in dull yellow and brown tints. His slouching, ungainly figure, hollowed and pinched by poison breathed from infancy, seem- ed to utter a feeble protest against fate, which inertia counteracted. In garments a mere shade removed from his own complexion, there the man sat, a part of the landscape. No beau of Regent Street, or the boulevards, ever wore a costume more completely in harmony with his person and surroundings, than were the butter- nut coat, shrunken trowsers, gray hat, frayed and worn almost beyond semblance, of this early settler. He neither moved nor spoke as Joseph dis- mounted. " Can I sleep here to-night ?" Perfect English, spoken with a slight foreign accent. " Wal, I dunno — ask her," indicating some mysterious power within, by a gesture of the pipe. The floor of the cabin was earth, and fowls straggled in and out at pleasure. An untidy, hard-featured woman sat mending some rags 30 JOSEPH THE JEW, by the light of a tullow-dij). Beside her stood a jai- of smilV, into which she occasionally in- serted a stick, and then thrust it into her mouth. The jjower of thought seemed to have deserted both, save for a sense of enjoyment in smoking and dipping. Joscpli repeated his question. "I reckon so," replied the woman. "And food?" suggested Joseph. "Sakes alive, man! don't be in such a hur- ry. Go tend yer horse fust, an' I'll be ready soon's the boys come." With a half smile, Joseph led his horse to a crazy shed. The man continued to gaze into space, smok- ing stolidly. Two boys now appeared, one carrying a rnsty fowling-piece, the other a wild-turkey, and shril- ly demanded their supper. The father arose slowly, yawned, lifted the turkey critically, and came to table unkempt and unwashed. With this homespun family Joseph partook of bacon and eggs, bread marbled with salcratus, corn- cake, and molasses. Afterward he was per- mitted to sleep on a straw sack in one corner, stifled by the fumes of burning corn-cobs, placed in a pan of coals to drive away insects. Next morning he resumed his journey. The woman looked after him, turning the money he had given in her hand. "Some thief, I reckon," was her comment. The liorse rambled on. More wild and lonely grew the country, and it was almost with a sensation of surprise at any life that Joseph paused before a little hut on the verge of the woods to parley with the inmates. The hut was less dilapidated than the cabin Avliere he had spent the previous night, and an old negro was chopping wood near by. He removed his tattered straw-hat courteously in response to Joseph's salutation, and bade a grimacing grandson take care of the gentleman's horse. Joseph soon obtained the knowledge he required. lie could ascend the river above, ^\■\^h old Jake acting as boat- man and guide, leaving his horse at the hut. Once on the current of the stream, they float- ed past gloomy cypress swamps, past broad, lev- el savannas, where bird and insect seemed brill- iant, wandering flowers, rainbow- tinted, then curved into shadow again. The dreamy, list- less progress lulled to repose, the soft enerva- tion of the climate stole on the senses unawares. It might have been that days, instead of mere hours, were slipjjing unheeded b}-, even as the drops fell one by one from the glistening oar- blades back into tlie river. Trout flashed through the waters, cat-fish moved above the mud bottom, where alligators lurked ; then a space of delicately-ribbed white sand a]ipeared, draped by the waving sedge-ribbons and threads of aquatic mosses. Suddenly Joseph asked himself the practical question : Where was he going ? Was he to bury liimsclf forever in such a wilderness to evade Ileubcn Wentzel ? " House up yer," said the sable boa^lban, paddling inshore, mindful of tlic cbsims of hunger. There stood the house, half revealed tlirough the matted shrubbery. Joseph's heart leaped as he looked at it. Did it appeal to his imag- ination onl}', or was there something more ? The river here widened to a broad stream, the ripples breaking musically on the pebbly beach. The forest rose dark and unbroken in the background, and the house was further sheltered from the river by a grove of oak and I)ine trees, so that the young man's first scru- tiny only discovered toppling chimneys and projecting roof. The wind uhistled through the sere grass, and murmured overhead with a melancholy sound. Joseph climbed the bank, in his eagerness to explore the spot, before the negro had beached the boat. He forced his way through the grove into a tangled wilder- ness of garden, choked with rank weeds, but blooming with the splendor of tropical flowers. A solid wall of verdure impeded his progress here ; fallen urns and a broken fountain, moss- stained from long contact with the earth, lay beyond ; he thrust aside the green veil of a parasite, and stood before the house. There it was, wrapped in a brooding silence in the bright day, presenting a fair front to the world, even in decay, yet with something sinister about it that would have arrested the eye, if located on the busiest thoroughfare traversed daily by the traffic of busy humanity. If ever a house had a story to tell, this one must have. It was built of time-stained stone, uith an arched portico, supported on pillars, sheltering the sunken entrance-door, and with narrow casements seeming to stare blankly, like eyes robbed of life. The stranger's interest was not attracted at first by these details, nor the irregular bal.- conies and dormer-windows flanking the roof. A niche beneath the eaves held a marble fig- ure of the Virgin Mary, still beautiful in clas- sical drapery, and forming a startling contrast to the surrounding dilapidation. A natural ladder of twisted vines led up to the niche, as if frequently used. An old mansion, deserted, JOSEPH THE JEW. 31 with decay sapping the very foundntions, and The cflect on tlic woman was startling. Her wrinkhng its front witli many a scam and dis- features grew keen and sharjt, as she whisper- coloration, yet wearing a marble saint on its ed, "Did Bernardo send you?" Surprise jjrevented Joseph from speaking. "Bernardo been gone forty year. Must be dead, I reckon," chimed in Jake. The strange creature's eyes blazed wrathful- ly !i moment, then the fire flickered out ; she shrank, aged, drooped hopelessly. " He said he would return," she muttered ; adding, with indescribable weariness, "I die too — me tired." Then she disappeared. Jake soon forced an entrance into the de- serted house. A musty odor assailed the in- truders. Mold everywhere on walls and ceil- ing, a fungi-tapestry in each crack and fissure of the windows and fire-place. The door open- ed into a large hall, which occupied the central ]iart of the building, and was ornamented with heavy axe-work and curious joinery. Mas- sive cypress beams supported the ceiling, a wide hearth yawned black and void, and two rich- ly-carved arm-chairs flanked the hearth, with foded tatters of velvet clinging to them, and rows of gilt-headed nails. This hall had evi- dently been used as a chief living-room ; for a hammock had rotted from its fastenings and fallen in one corner, a mahogany writing-table was ink-stained, and held rusted writing-im- plements. As the sunlight poured in a warm, golden flood into the darkened place, former occupants were disturbed. A web hung across the door, a castle of spun silk which caught the sun-rays in varying shades of blue and pink, .and iu the centre rested the spider-ogre in magnificent liv- ery, velvet down upon his back, horny limbs, scarlet-tipped, and banded, as if with the blood of victims. Within the threshold the coiled folds of a snake stirred in pallid and dark shad- ings, a flattened head upreared, a forked tongue protruded with warning hiss, then glided away to obscurity. On the chimney-piece lay a leather cigar- case. Joseph lifted it, and the clasps fell apart. There was a name on the plate inside, tarnish- ed, but still legible. Joseph went to the door and studied the plate. His heart stood still: the name was Frederick William Goff"e. brow ! A thrill shot through Josei)irs veins. " Who lived here ?" he asked. " Nobody dis forty year, massa,"replicd Jake, rubbing his white wool respectfully. " De olc gemman, he hung hisself, dey do say." " Why r " Lord knows, honey ! 'Spcct his conscience hurt him. Nobody suspicions round yer what he did or didn't do." " Did his family live here with him ?" in- quired Joseph, looking at the rude carvings of the balconies. "Brcss you, no. He nebbcr lib here 'tall. He jest come and go, like a sperrit. My ole mammy, she say he was de debbil. Scared dis chile mos' to defence, comin' sudden, when he hadn't been seen for tree year. Bernardo stay here all de time. Him mighty close, neb- ber say no word about ole massa." Jake shook the door. He had no sooner done so, than a figure glided around the side of tlie house and confronted them — a woman clad in a cotton gown, old and wrinkled, yet tall, supple, strong, with lank gray hair hang- ing loosely about her shoulders. No need to ask her nationality. The brown face, piercing eyes, and prominent cheek-bones proclaimed her a descendant of the powerful Indian race who once burned aromatic shrubs as incense, on high mountain altars, to their god, the sun, and worshiped the springs ; who cultivated the soil peacefully at home, while their women wove mats from gay feathers, and spun simple garments from hemp or mulberry bark, but who sallied forth bravely to war abroad. She leaned on her stick and looked at them, latent hope, suspicion, and defiance in her eye, partially neutralized by the Indian impassive- ness of expression. Jake at once made peace- ful overtures, and explained that the gentleman wished to stop on the river for a few days. "Where does he come from?" demanded the Indian. Now the negro had not the most remote idea where Joseph Rost belonged, nor did he pos- sess that active curiosity which would have led his white brother further north to have riddled the Jew with a small shot of questions. He pointed in a northern direction — "Up yon- der." ' For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said as plain as whisper iu the ear, The place is hanuted T' CEAPTER VIII. DISCOVERY. JAKE plodded about, making things com- fortable for the night, after his fashion, and a very good one it was. A fire blazed on the broad hearth, shedding a cheerful warmtli abi'oad, while a thousand airy sparks danced up the black chimney from the glowing bed of coals. Joseph stood motionless in the door- way fiicing the river. The negro came and went, now borrowing from the Indian's humble larder, singing and soliloquizing, now bringing forth his own stores, a frying-pan and provis- ions, for Jake thought a deal of creature-com- forts. " Supper ready, massa," he finally said, from the now glowing hearth, where savory odors steamed, accompanied by mysterious, hissing, bubbling sounds. The young man did not respond, but stood as if carved out of stone. Jake stared, chuckled a negro, oily laugh, and tasted a bit of crisp bacon surreptitiously. "Ain't yer gwine to eat yer supper, honey?" Josej)h turned quietly, as if some spell was broken, thrust the case into his pocket, and came forward. The meal was primitive, and taken on the floor, the chairs being far too rickety to trust with their weight. Jake withdrew respectful- ly to the farther corner of the heart!), much amazed at Joseph's entire rejection of the bacon. " Who was Bernardo ?" inquired the young man, abruptly. "He be Yankee; ask so many questions," thought Jake, deeply interested in his supper ; but he answered, " Bernardo olc gemmen's servant. lie hang hisself, and Bernardo go 'way next day. Nev- er seen no mo'." " A Spaniard or Italian ?" suggested Joseph. " Some sort o' furriner, massa ; dat is, he be Minorcan. Slightly select, sah, dem IMiuor- cans ; lib and marry by demsclvcs always. Lord ! what's dat ?" A sound rolled and reverberated through the upper story of the house, causing Jake to clutch his plate nervously, and become rigid with terror. Joseph cocked his j)istol and list- ened intently. The noise gradually died away. " We will see what it is." " Oh ! no, massa, not in de dark," implored Jake, growing ashy gray with fear. " To-morrow, then," assented Joseph. He insisted, however, on exploring the lower floor, and, taking a pine torch, led the way. The hall formed a square room in the centre of the house, with a door on each side. These doors they tried successively, and found them fastened within. In the i-ear means of egress were easy. At the end of a paved passage, they found themselves in a sort of court, form- ed by three sides of the building, with a stone flight of steps leading to the second story, and a gallery extending the length of the house. Day had long since waned. A light burned in the ruined fragment of a detached kitchen,' where the Indian woman lived, and. through the aperture, once a window, she was plainly visible. A highly-colored picture of some mar- tyr hung on the wall, wreathed in artificial flowers, such as are used to adorn altars ; be- fore it stood a large ivory crucifix, mounted in silver, and two candles in massive candlesticks. The Indian knelt in rapt devotion, slijiping a rosary of pink coral through her fingers. The faith of her ancestors had been replaced in her breast by a passionate Catholicism. She would have killed any one who robbed her of her treasures, and she made candles from waxy fruits in the forests, to adorn her altar. In all that did not pertain to her religion her attitude was expectant : she watched for one who nev- er came. JOSEPH THE JEW. 33 Joseph Rost ascended llie steps, and peeved along the weird gallery, Jake following, timor- ously protesting, yet afraid to remain behind. "We shall sleep better if we look," said Joseph, and so the flaring torch made the rounds. Everywhere were traces of desolation and neglect. Numerous small rooms opened on the gallery, vacant and unfurnished. Bats darted in noiseless flight about them, skim- ming like shadows in the twilight of the long gallery. "'ypcct it was a bird, or sufin," said Jake, re-assured as they descended the steps. The Indian had extinguished her candle ; the darkness was becoming palpable ; and a low, sad sound smote the ear, like the blending of the wind-rustling foliage and the half-articu- late moan of creatures in the swamps. Twi- light lurked in the forest's leafy depths, wove a dark mantle from tree to tree, moved stealth- ily among the trailing garden-vines, seemed to screen gliding terrors of the wood in deeper hollows of obscurity. The light lingered soft- ly on the river's surface in violet and gold, paling to gray, and was at last folded in the universal night. An overwhelming homesickness crept over the young man. He seemed to be no longer in the same world with those he loved. They decided to spend the night in the hall. Jo- seph, wrapped in his cloak, on one side of the fire, and Jake, indifferent to covering as long as his head was nearly in the coals, on the oth- er. While making these preparations, Joseph noticed the clock for the first time. It was 3 an old time-piece, fitted in the wall above the cliimney, and the pendulum had stopped on the stroke of one. Around the margin were let- ters printed in India ink — "A good clock, if regularly wound up, and never moved." The negro heaped on fresh fuel, stretched himself luxuriously on the floor, and was soon fast asleep. The Jew's brain was more active. In fleeing from Ileuben Wentzel, he had dis- covered a clue to his own secret. How much of a one ? A name, simply. Who was the old gentleman ? Who Avas Bernardo ? Above all other considerations, why were the two doors locked ? Long he lay revolving these matters in his mind, gazing wakefully at the shadows in the dim corners of the large apartment, at the patch of ruddy crimson on the ceiling reflected by the fire, counting the strokes of the death- watch, which ticked monotonously in the crum- bling wall, and listening to the regular snore of the negro, a human, cheerful note in that lonely spot. Finally, almost unexpectedly, wea- riness mastered his excited senses, and he sank into a dreamless sleep. He awoke with a violent start. A cold per- spiration bedewed his fofehead ; a great horror and awe, indefinable, but terrible, oppressed him. Stirred by a current of dread, the hair of his flesh stood up, while an icy touch grasp- ed his heart. The negro had not awakened. The fire was a castle of fiery splendor, with fantastic peaks and flaming arches. Yes, and the clock icas going. There teas some one in the room ! CHAPTER IX. PEGGY S FORTUNE. A YEAR before Joseph Rost left his liome, a very small house on the cliff's of the shore of another continent displayed a light only in the kitchen window one evening. Beyond a wide stretch of beach the town sloped down to a harbor, and the inmates of this house were obliged to cross the sands to reach it. On this particular evening the little house had a lone- ly and friendless look, away off there by itself, near the closed gates' of a large property, yet not a porter's lodge, with the rain dashing against the windows in chill gusts, and the sea murmuring below. Within doors not a sound broke the stillness except the ticking of the kitclien clock. Be- side the table, where the lamp was placed, sat a gaunt, hard-featured old woman, with her iron-gray hair screwed up into an uncompro- mising little knot at the back of her head, and a half-knitted stocking lying in her lap. She was entirely forgetful of her neglected work and the storm outside. On the table she had spread a pack of cards, arranged in a half cir- cle, after the fashion of fortune-tellers ; but at this moment she seemed to have drifted away from contemplating them, and sat gazing ston- ily at the opposite wall. The expression of her face changed as rapidly as shadows rip- ple over the surface of a pond — eager anxiety, dreamy triumph, sharp pain, succeeding each other, while her eyes appeared contracted, as of one with an introverted vision. Clearly she was in a psychological condition, verging on clairvoyance. A slender girl appeared on the threshold, yawned as if from a period of cramping in- action, and looked at the woman with saucy amusement. Then a second girl, smaller and darker, joined the first one, and they exchanged significant glances. "Peggy sees a ghost," whispered the taller sister, trijiping across the kitclien. " We'll not go on like this always. There's a change coming — a great change. Ethel won't stay moping here forever." The sisters were startled. Often had they seen their old Peggy poring over the cards, but never like this. The voice seemed that of anoth- er person. The smaller girl stepped quickly to her side, and placed one firm little hand on her shoul- der, inquiring, " Peggy dear, what is the matter ? Are you dreaming?" The woman gasped, or sobbed, several times, blinked, and resumed her knitting as if by a strong effort of will. "I was not asleep, children. I calculate I saw a leetle ways beyond this kitchen, though." The small girl compressed her lips in a pe- culiar way of her own when displeased. The other one asked, carelessly, "How is the Queen of Hearts to-night?" Peggy smiled, and resumed her natural man- ner. "The Queen of Hearts has happiness, and plenty of money in the end, but there's trouble between. Olive ma}' laugh. Of course it's mighty smart for young folks to laugh at their elders. I never drew three aces together in all my born days that a surprise didn't come before twenty-four hours." " I am glad I come out all right in the end, like the story-books," said Ethel, moodily gaz- ing at the lamp, and rumpling the masses of her golden hair. Peggy and the quiet little sister Olive re- garded her wistfully. Ethel had been a prob- lem from her birth. The noblest developments of the human soul are not alwavs made in the JOSEPH THE JEW. wide arena of God's world ; for in tliis humble country -kitchen these two women, sister and servant, would have yielded the best portion of their lives to make that of Ethel happy. " The Queen of Clubs has something on the road, too," pursued Peggy, tracing her way around the magic circle with one long, bony forefinger and a disengaged knitting-needle. "How does she end?" asked the little sis- ter, demurely. "I do not see the end," returned Peggy, so- berly, pushing tlie cards hastily into a heap. For years the family in the cottage had been divided thus : Mrs. Hearn, Queen of Diamonds ; Olive, Queen of Clubs; Ethel, Queen of Heart? ; and Nicholas Hearn, Knave of Hearts. Peg- gy allowed herself no place at all in this book of fate. These girls had spent the evening, as they did many of their young lives, sitting in a hushed room, afraid to disturb the slumbering mother by the rustle of a book-leaf, and dread- ing the moan of pain which would bring her back to consciousness again. " The Queen of Hearts will give a party when she is a great lady," said Ethel, resting her elbows on the table in a comfortable, if un- graceful, attitude. " There shall be an awful- ly grand dinner first — such as the mighty ones around here give, and we have the pleasure of snifiing at a respectful distance — and a ball af- terward. Peggy shall come with the best of them. I think I shall wear pink velvet and diamonds. Perhaps Cinderella iu her glass slippers will be an honored guest. One is as probable as the other — heigh-ho!" "You may have all that, and not the moth- er," said Olive, tenderly. The latter possessed one of those divine gifts of suggestiveness of blessings enjoyed, when comparison seems about to create unhappiness. "God knows I don't want it without her," retorted Ethel, quickly, tears rushing to her eyes. " The young birds leave the nest ; it's na- tur'," said Peggy, dryly. Ethel roamed to the window, pressed her face to the panes, and looked out into the dark, stormy night. AVas her future to be as dark as that ? Something of Peggy's superstition infected her charge. As Ethel Hearn looked out, a cu- rious circumstance occurred. A face formed out of the obscurity on the other side of the pane. She started back with a faint scream. The face disappeared, and a knock on the door succeeded. The stranger beheld a girl of amazing beau- ty ; her face framed in a shimmer of soft hair, her cheek slightly flushed with excitement at some vague expectation, and her eyes glowing like luminous stars. The world is full of such surprises ; glimpses of a loveliness whose fame would last a century hidden beneath a sun- bonnet. He looked at her attentively, as any one, man or woman, must have done ; but he was a gentleman, and did not prolong the scru- tiny to a stare. "Pardon my intrusion ; but can you tell me why the Raines's place is deserted ?" The little sister first recovered from the sur- prise incident to receiving a visitor at that hour and seasoji of the year. Peggy, the avow- ed guardian of the household, who scoiTed at "noises," and openly defied vagrants, stood dumb. " The Raines family have been absent in Eu- rope for years, I believe. The servants may have gone to the town to-night," said Olive. "They are careless to leave the place," re- joined the gentleman, abruptly. "Do that class keep late hours in the town, may I ask ? If so, I suppose I may have the pleasure of sit- ting on the door-step until they return." "I am sorry you should be inconvenienced. Our parlor is at your disposal, sir." " Thanks. Perhaps I may be able to effect a burglarious entrance into my own dominions, if you will lend me a lantern." Evidently past the romance of youth, or a chat with the inmates of the cottage, a possible glimpse of the beauty again might have been considered more enlivening than forcing an en- trance into a dark house. But having outlived that delightful period, the stranger thought far more, with wet clothes and muddy boots, of a good cigar and glass of wine in his own house, than all the pretty girls in Christendom. Peggy stood rigidly by the door, lamp in hand, her eyes following every movement of the gentleman like a basilisk. It therefore de- volved on Olive to kindle the lantern for him. A fretful groan was heard in an upper cham- ber. How suggestive it was ! Plow quickly it explained the shadow on the little house ! " Dear me I Have you illness here ?" asked Mr. Raines, with real concern. "My mother is always ill," said Olive, with a quiver in her voice. " I am sorry. Can nothing be done ? Have you the best medical advice ?" What a good face it was ! sharp-featured and plain enough, but firm and self-reliant. " The best the town aftbrds." 3G JOSEPH THE JEW. Then he departed, and as he plodded along throngh the darkness he soliloquized : " I wonder where they came from ! I don't remember seeing them before. How the old woman glowered ! Considered me a wolf among her lambs, I suppose. She is quite right to guard them." When he had gone, Ethel emerged, showing, from her proximity, that slic had lent ear to the conversation. " You mean thing ! to leave me in the lurch," said Olive, with playful severity. " Caught in the kitchen !" snapped Ethel. " Peggy, if ever I was ashamed of you, it was tonight," continued the little sister. "Did you never see a gentleman before, that you must stand and gape at him in that fashion ?" " I've seen him before," said Peggy, with pe- culiar emphasis. "When?" "An hour ago. I didn't think he'd come so soon. I should hev knowed him this side of the grave. There was a cloud yonder, beyond the light, and his face grew and grew out of it, until it was as plain as yourn. He's come for our Ethel." " Then he may go away again," cried Ethel, tossing her graceful head with all the arrogance of youth. " I shall not marry a small, stumpy creature with gray hair and a long nose, thank you. No, not for all the diamonds in creation." " Very well, I dare say he does not mind ; he has not asked you yet," said the little sis- ter, calmly. ^ Ethel's defiance collapsed. To be sure, he had walked off when he might have remained, and talked with her. " Now, Peggy, you must be well scolded. What did you cat for your dinner ?" *' Lord ! I dunno. A bite of what you had, I s'pose." "Let mc tell you it must be indigestion, or you never could have such nightmare visions. If you go on like this, I will steal your snuff- box, and throw it away. There !" It was droll to see this wise little woman scold her great Peggy, and afterward pack her off to bed, whither she prepared to go quite meekly. Ethel stood trifling with a chain about her throat. "Where did you get that, child ?" asked Peggy, making a pretense of trimming the candle in order to secure her snuff-box on the shelf, against possible raids. " I didn't mean to show it. I should like to know what could remain concealed in this house. I found it in the mother's desk to- night." She drew forth a gold cord with a pendant attached. This pendant was a beryl of oval shape, framed in dull yellow gold, and having these Persian characters exquisitely engraved on the stone : CHAPTER X. BERNARDO. "/^AN I find shelter here?" v>' "If you wish to enter, you will, I sup- pose. We are only women." "Madame, for that reason I would not in- trude. But observe, this is the. last point of safety, and in crossing the hill I shall probably meet my death in a shower of minie-balls." "Enter then, by all means," said the lady, solemnly, resuming her work, a bit of cambric, which might be crimsoned with her own blood before completion. It was surely the most primitive habitation to which a stranger was ever invited — a burrow in the side of the hill. A central tunnel ran from the entrance to the rear of the cave, where two passages branched on either side, thus aflfording sleeping accommodation, and ad- ditional protection from the steady rain of shot and shell that fell all day. The place was damp and unwholesome ; from time to time little rills of soft earth crumbled from the ceil- ing and walls warningly, and moisture trickled along the floor. Beetles trotted in crevices, and a elimy worm, rightful possessor of this dim subterranean world, slid and twined into view occasionally. The young man who had sought refuge there stood just within the entrance; the lady oppo- site keeping a sunny-haired child forther back; while an older woman crouched in the darkest corner, silently wringing her hands. Sudden- ly she darted forward and accosted the young man. "What are you doing here with women? Why are you not helping to sweep away our enemies? A deserter! sickened by the scent of powder. A spy !" She looked at him with flashing eyes, and accompanied her scornful words by a gesture, as if she Avould have spurn- ed him. The younger lady made no comment ; yet in her more gentle face might have been read contempt also. "What would you have me do?" asked the young man, mildly. "It is not a war of my making. I have not a friend on either side." "Then why are you here?" demanded the old woman, imperiously, looking at the smoke filling the lower atmosphere, with hatred and vengeance depicted on her weary face. "I am here for you to tell me if Bernardo died in this city thirty-nine years ago ?" If a shell had exploded in the cave, the ef- fect could not have been more wonderful. Her gaze wandered, her features contracted ; she put her hand to her forehead and recoiled a step. The younger woman laid down her work and stepped forward to her side. "Thou hearest, Maddalena?" "Truly, my great -uncle, Bernardo, died then," said the young woman, crossing herself rapidly. "He was his own master," added the old woman, recovering herself. " If he lived years away from us, he was a good brother all the same. What is it to thee?" the passionate Minorcan blood beginning to rise in the with- ered cheek. Joseph Rost bit his lip to repress the exulta- tion he felt at this information. He was saved the necessity of a reply. The blithe little child, unconscious of danger, and tired of the restraints of tlie gloomy prison, had availed herself of the absorption of the others to creep along the passage and dance out into the sun- shine. A bubbling laugh of perfect glee warn- ed them of her escape. There stood the little figure, white -robed, flossy curls wind-blown, poised airily on one tiny foot, innocently fiicing death — death everywhere. 38 JOSEPH THE JEW. The city was besieged. Great iron balls screamed through the air as if tossed by giants, and the earth reverberated with the concussion of heavy explosions ; but the town received the storm in sullen silence, and would not yield. The mother stood a moment petrified, then uttering a piercing shriek, rushed out. "Stay, I will go," cried Josejjh, forcing her back. In the mean while the child danced on, cast- ing mischievous glances backward, and only tlying faster when she saw Josejih start in pur- suit. "Me go home; tired of dat clc hole;" the childish voice sounded sweet and clear in the lull of the bombardment. Life was very precious to the Jew at that moment ; he was on the eve of success. War kindled no glow of excitement, but rather cur- dled the blood in his chilled veins. He look- ed to the right and the left, gasped once, and dashed on. A rushing sound filled the air, succeeded by a roar, a shock, and Joseph was thrown violently on his face. Staggering to his feet unharmed, he saw the child running back, calling pitcously for her mother. He caught her in his arms, and crept behind a rock just as a second shock made the earth tremble. Then he flew back to the cave with his precious bur- den. The child laughed as she w'as restored to the trembling mother. This event changed the current of hostility to- ward the stranger into fervid, impetuous grati- tude ; he had risked his own life for the child. The young mother wept and kissed his hands ; the old aunt embraced him ; then she held up her crucifix for Joseph to salute, swearing that he meant no harm in his questions about Ber- nardo, But here the curious conflict of races jarred unexpectedly. To the terrified women, indeed to all the contending hosts battling for possession of the town, the Cross was an em- blem of salvation. Joseph Rost put it aside. "I am an Israelite. My faith difters from yours. I will swear that I meant no harm to Bernardo's family." " You have saved the child, you shall hear. We are Minorcans, but we have never seen our home beyond the seas. Our Others were cruelly deceived by Sir Nicholas Turnbull, who founded our colony. We never mingled with Spaniards or English ; we were one family. Now it is diflferent. My niece here is married to an American. Bernardo was a sailor from choice. Once there came a ship, and he ran away to it. After that he was true as steel to his master, and made many voyages." " The master was a pirate," said Joseph. "Madre de dios ! since you know so much, there is little need of my knowledge," she said, her mobile features gathering wrath again. Then she stalked back to her dark recess, where her brilliant eyes gleamed in the obscu- rity, A negro boy came running over the hill, and paused at the entrance breathlessly. " IMassa George safe dis mornin'. AVe git up pretty soon. Golly! de cow gon?. She feedin' in de hollow, an' a ball come taKC her clean off" her legs. No milk for little missy no mo'. De sojers cut her up with swords in no time 'tall. JLighty hungry down yonder keep- in' guard," E.xposure to the vicinity of deadly missiles had made the boy reckless. Indeed, groups of negroes gathered around in a circle at night, listening to the recital of narrow escapes, the ludicrous incidents of the previous day, with the keenest sense of humor. Each day the boy coolly built a fire on a ledge in the ravine below, and cooked the family dinner, such as it was, for the place was becoming straitened for provisions. The enemy's aim was nearly sure to fly over the ravine, but in passing from this improvised kitchen to the cave, he ran the gauntlet. "Dis chile got sufin," he grinned, display- ing a portion of the slaughtered cow triumph- antly.. The faces of the besieged brightened in anticipation of an unusual feast. The boy stood on the brink of the ravine one instant ; the next, that ominous hissing sound cut the air from a new quarter : he threw up his arms in silent agony and disappeared. Then followed a rattling, grinding, rumbling noise ; the top of the hill broke off" and slid down, a mass of loose sand and stones cover- ing the mouth of the cave. They were buried alive. * CHAPTER XL HOW TUE CITY WAS TAKEX. THE city was located on a commanding heiglit, and was bnilt street above street, broken by neglected, sandy spaces, and fre- quent ravines. Toward the east, bluffs sur- mounted it, which commanded the river north and south. " I can laugh my enemies to scorn. The mighty river — a stem yellow and turbid, down among the sedges of the coast, is a flower, un- folding petal within petal of beauty as it ap- proaches me — winds in a silvery current at my feet, and is my friend and protector. Will not the waters overflow ? ^Vill not the deadly swamps breathe pestilence to invaders, suffo- cate them in quicksands, poison them with reptiles lurking in obscurity ? I am safe ; I can defy a continent." Thus reasoned the city, fringing her garments with rifle-pits, jind donning her armor of defense. Her conquerors reasoned otherwise. She was the one impregnable fortress on the stream. She was the magazine for the riches flowing from tlie veins of rice and cotton pro- ducing Statcfs. Thousands of troops diverged from her over the land. She 7nust be taken. In justice to the city must it be said that she left no measure untaken to verify her boast. The air rang with the hammers of foundries ; stately trees fell to serve for breastworks ; hos- pitals warned of an approaching necessity ; the banks were drilled for marksmen to sweep the decks of passing vessels ; the bluff bristled with cannon. Tlieu the commander bade the wom- en and children go forth. "Never !" shrieked the women, with hyster- ical patriotism, and sent up their flannel petti- coats to the commander to be used in the am- munition, an offering on the altar of country. Old Maddalena was foremost. Patriotism was intensified into enthusiasm by her Southern temperament. One day a gun-boat came around the bend of the river, fluttering a wliite signal. No surrender I was the defiance hurled back at the -peaceful messenger from the fortified heights. There sat the city, wearing her tiara of bristling bayonets, with the river at her feet. Hours elapsed, and, when the sunset crimsoned the river's face, a fleet was visible coming down stream. What did it mean ? Simply this : a vessel appeared below, and glided toward tlie town. She might have been a wreck, for any sign of life she gave ; not a soul was visible on her deck. In a channel half a mile wide, past a bank lined with rifles below and guns above, she made her way silently, boldly. An elec- tric flash crackled along the shore, balls of flame broke on her iron sides, columns of spray spouted from the seething waters, yet she kept steadily on. The shot might burst on her de- serted deck, rattle against her steel ribs ; she would reach the point above, and, with one grand broadside poured into the batteries, dis- appear behind the trees. Afterward the can- nonade commenced — the heart of sultry sum- mer, when life fainted in the pulseless atmos- phere, with fiery cloudless sky above, and bra- zen, molten river below. By day, the crash of shells exploding in the very streets, and the bitter retort of shore-bat- teries beneath the sweltering sun. By night, the fog creeping along white and chill, and, in tlie silence of exhausted nature, the melancholy chirp of birds distinctly audible; while the city was mute, and the bombarding fleet lay at an- chor on the motionless current. In the mean while a Thing was floating down the sluggisli River of Death above. It was neither steamship nor raft, yet partook of the nature of both. Huge logs of timber, suffi- ciently green to resist fire, were linked togeth- 40 JOSEPH THE JEW. er in an unwicUlly mass ; iron plates sheathed it, funnels breathed black smoke. A bogy — a terror in the darkness, an anomaly in the light. The fleet formed a chain to grapple with it. Forthwith the Thing stretched forth one mass- ive paw, and a vessel sank. With engines crip- pled, but by sheer force of size and strength, the monster rent a passage through, and was anchored beneath the city's guns. Oh the terrible glow of cloudless sky and reflecting waves ! Oh for a breath of jiure air, keen with frost and hail I At length the fleet withdrew slowly, and the city's heart beat high with triumph. Was she saved ? Or was she only allowed a respite in which to heal her wounds and strengthen her position ? There was need to gird herself for the tem- pest gathering! It was during this period of inaction that Joseph Rost left the old house, which had curi- ously enough served him the double purpose of concealment and discovery, and made his way across the country. Once drawn into a region which had become a net-work of rival armies, his safest course would have seemed to have sought refuge in the fortress city, whose posi- tion was well-nigh inaccessible. But Joseph Rost had another motive. The old house had revealed a clue. The barred doors had, in spite of the Indian's jealous vigilance, admit- ted him, in part, to their shadowy secrets. He came to the fortress city to learn if Bernardo was dead ; for not a doubt remained in his mind that the IMinorcan servant had possessed himself of the master's wealth and departed with the booty. He dared not reflect on the extent of the robbery. Might not the heir- loom have disappeared wholly, even if in the buccaneer's possession at the date of his death? In the warmest flood of noonday a shudder crept over him at the. remembrance of the night spent before the fire. Holding the one frail thread he had discovered, it drew him straight to the abode of Bernardo's relatives, whither he had gone forty years before. The Indian woman patiently, dumbly waited. The Jew sifted, thought, moved rapidly ; but when he reached the city he found him- self besieged. He would have ample leisure to trace Bernardo before he again escaped from it. A daring, impetuous general had approached the line of blufts without awaiting re-enforce- ments ; had waded through marsh and wind- ing bayou with desperate valor, and thrown his troops straight on the hidden foe. The hill- side burst into a storm of flame from deep- mouthed cannon, and the line of attack roll- ed back torn, bleeding, dying. Again the city waved her banner victoriously. She would be the citadel around which clustered the growth of a new Government. This happened four months before Joseph Rost arrived ; but with his advent another man was approaching, far more important than our Jew. The river was the city's guardian. Grandly it emerged from the distance, and, swecjiing onward, gathered the tribute of many small streams, like the monarch it was — not only gathered their tribute, but swayed so ab- solute a rule, that in wayward temper of des- potism it surged back into tliem, overflowing the face of the country, making it a dreary waste of bog, lake, and fen. The general sur- veyed the scene, and thousands of workmen scooped a trench which should divert tlie river from its channel, leaving the city stranded — an inland town. A pause of intense anxiety ! Would the river indeed turn into the new channel ? The ripple of a wave, the rude breath of a wind, might decide the question. Then the majestic stream crumbled a frail dike, flooded the half-finished work, and rush- ed on in scorn at the pigmy eff"orts of man to curb its turbulent current. Undaunted by fail- ure, the general next proceeded to create a rival river, as it were. Might not two lakes be connected, and form a chain with small riv- ers, by clearing shallows, felling trees for a distance of one hundred and fifty miles, and a new stream be formed parallel with the old ? Now a steamer paddled down the open route, where never steamer ventured before. Would the river favor the enterprise, and flow through this fresh outlet ? Alas ! no. True to its al- legiance with the fortress city, it withheld its waters and passed on. Then the general tried the same plan with a lake on the other side of the great unconquerable giant, hoping to form a connection with the winding, sluggish bay- ous, thus reaching the city in the rear. Again steamers cautiously paddled where the light Indian canoe had never attempted to penetrate the labyrinth, guarded by the low, sweeping branches of sycamore and cypress, shielded by blackened roots, interwoven with knotted coils of fibrous vines, defended by a battery to face which, whirled by the eddies of dangerous cur- rents, was certain death, AVith a persistence which nothing could thwart, the general formed a third plan. Gun-boats boldly pushed their way through a JOSEPH THE JEW. 41 maze of creeks, to gain a position behind the fortifications. The venture was fraught with peril. Cutting tlieir way through sombre for- ests, where enemies perpetually Iiovered to dis- pute the advance, their course impeded by the crash of falling trees, their retreat threatened in the same way, the waters ebbing ever more shallow beneath the keel, at length the invaders had to turn back to escape capture in an un- known wilderness. Joseph Kost, arrived in the city, wa^ subject- ed to some narrow scrutiny, which conld not elicit any suspicious circumstance, and sought shelter for the night in a humble tavern. Sleep visited the inhabitants ; the horrors of siege were forgotten. At midnight dark mass- es of shadow floated down the river. Did lynx- eyed sentinels see nothing ? Yes. Simulta- neously the guns awoke the echoes, and shiv- ered the calm silence of night. Josejjh Rost sprang from his bed and rushed into the street. Scarcely had he escaped when a ball sped through the tavern, and the wooden frame collapsed like a house of cards. Frightened groups of people ran hither and thither help- lessly ; the fire from the boats was raking the very spot where they stood. "What has happened ?" asked Joseph. The needful answer came. A light of in- tense splendor flashed on one of the hills above, illuminating the scene. The beacon-fire threw a lurid glow over the city roofs, revealed the gunners stooping low behind their ramparts, and rested on the river in a wide effulgence. There were the war vessels coming down in a line, sheltering with their iron mail three fleet transports. Night was turned to day. They could not escape the careful aim of eight miles of guns. A murmur went up from the town. In the midst of the excitement, Joseph Rost saw an old woman fall on her knees and mur- mur a prayer in Spanish. It was INIaddalena, lie did not lose sight of her again. Down rushed the boats. Tlie first transport received a death-blow, wavered, drifted dis- abled, and was towed beyond danger by the sheltering gun-boat. The next flushed rosy red ; the cotton protecting her boilers had caught fire. Transfigured into a ship of flame she seemed ; then, the brief glory of conflagra- tion past, shriveled to the water's edge. Then the rest swept triumphantly on. Next morning the city questioned the measure in vain. The commander haughtily repelled advice, and a chill doubt for the first time thrilled through every heart. Joseph Rost speedily learned that the old woman was a Minorcan, and had icsided there for many years. Rumor flew on every breeze. What would be the point of attack? From uj) the river, surely. Hark ! Even the crack of artillery already promised it. Still rumor flew, the city hesitated, and the delay was her ruin. At any time the commander might issue proudly forth, and join his forces with veteran soldiers mus- tered miles away to rout the enemy. What if the foe marched so rapidly that tliis junction was prevented. That is what he did. The storm of war was battering at the city's stronghold before she realized it. From the highways, bordered by hedges of roses and cane, where the houses and sugar-mills gleam- ed, deserted, among the avenues of shrubbery — from the morass, and bayou, and forest, came the winding train of army, bugle peals awaken- ing the echoes of victory. CHAPTER XII. IN THE CAVE. WHEN tlic accident occurred, tlie besieged were speechless for a few seconds in that oi)pressive darkness. Horror paralyzed them. The child first recovered sufficiently to sob qui- etly. This roused the mother, who crawled to the entrance and began to push at the obstruc- tion with two feeble hands. Old Maddalcna was silent. Joseph seemed passive from a very confusion of thought. How should he escape ? — first thought ; then he followed .inother still darker in its selfisliness. He crept through the darkness, and touclied Maddalena on tlie shoulder. "Tell me what I wish to know about Ber- nardo before I attempt our release." After a sullen pause, "What do you wish to know?" "Did he bring gold to you?" "Yes." "Jewels?" "Yes." Josejih caught his breath ; he forgot tliat he was buried in a cave. It was the ruling pas- sion strong in death. "He did not give them to me; they are gone," said the old woman, quickly. Josejili laid a hand on her shoulder. "Must I remind you that I have saved the child once? Must I tell you that I am going to try to unearth us now ? You saw the gems, at least, and I wish them enumerated." By this time the young woman had ceased her helpless groping at the entrance, and cauglit the drift of the conversation. "Holy St. Francis I" she cried; "shall we perish while you talk? How long can we breathe in this hole ? When will the roof fall and crush us? Tell him quickly — any thing." Thus adjured, old ^laddalena, who never supposed tliat Beriiardu's riches were lawfully gotten, and feared that Joseph had some claim on them, said reluctanth-, "A ruby necklace; an emerald and pearl cross; a diamond ring." "Ani/ thing more?^' "Nothing." Joseph turned without a word, and began to attack the mass of rubbish blindlj' and reck- Icssh-. It seemed as if he could not wait to overcome the obstacles in the way before pur- suing his search. He did not heed the boom of guns, the dead and dying about him. One motive alone impelled the young man. Oh, if he had never left the old house until he had torn it down piecemeal ! He hurled himself against the debris, but it might well have served as resisting fate. Finally he recoiled, spent and breathless. They were buried away from sun and air, with human beings moving above them. " If I had a spade or a crowbar !" he groan- ed, wiping the perspiration from liis brow. The women were ready with an expedient — a broomstick. Inserting this into tlie mass, he discovered, after penetrating a few inches, a large rock filling the mouth of the cave. Jo- seph pushed against it with his shoulder; it did not yield. Then he felt around the edges with the broomstick ; there was a space at one side corresponding with a jagged edge of the stone. The young man worked patiently at this opening ; it was their one hope ; through it they might breathe, if the broom reached far enough ; for he could not push his own body into any aperture because of the rocky ledge. With intense anxiety the women watdied his progress. The stick met Avith no obstacle in the soft earth. After a time he drew it back cautiously ; there was a noiseless dropping of soil above, obliterating the end of the slender JOSEPH THE JEW. 43 tunnel ; but, oh joy ! a ray of light darted into the cave like a friendly messenger of hoi)e, fol- lowed by a current of pure air. Each of the women ia turn placed their mouths at the open- ing, eager for air; after, the child; then sub- sided into dull endurance of their captivity. Joseph did not dare to make the opening larger, fe.aring to shatter the precious rift. Thus the displacement of a few soil-parti- cles preserved the lives of four persons, and a further dislodgment of a handful of earth would occasion death. Joseph shouted. No reply. So faint a cry from the depths of the hill was not likely to attract attention. '•By-and-by we shall not be able to appeal," said old ]\Iaddalena, with grim suggestivcness. In turns they occupied the opening and im- plored aid. At last the light beyond the hole faded ; it was night. No thought of hunger had visited them yet. Now the child wailed for food. Old Maddalena remembered a taper, and a feeble yellow ray flickered in the dismal l)lacc. Another horror confronted them — there was no water ! A cup of cold coflee quenched the child's thirst ; for the rest, privation. With desperation Joseph recommenced his cries at the opening. The enemy's fire had ceased, and the towns-people were no longer confined to their burrows like wild animals. To think of the morrow brought a shudder of sickening apprehension ; they dared only to live in the agonizing possibility of the present. With the two women there was a measure of relief, after frantic ravings, in tears and prayers. The child fell asleep. For Joseph Rost there was no such refuge. His eyelids began to swell ; lights danced and whirled when he closed tliem ; his tongue was parched in his throat. He was obliged to exert the most strenuous self-con- trol to turn his thoughts back from contempla- ting the horrors of suffocation. He was forced to bite his lips to keep from shrieking aloud and going mad. Was it imagination, or did the atmosphere, robbed of all vitality, grow dense with a grave -like chill? Were they panting for breath under an oppression which threatened every moment to check respiration? Old Maddalena flung herself on the ground and beat her head passionately against it. Then she lay very still. " Help, help !'' called Joseph, in hoarse, de- spairing tones. A faint echo responded : "Where arc you?" " Here, buried in the cave." Snatching up the expiring taper, the young man held it to the crack ; the gleam was visi- ble through the accumulated rubbish. The voice promised assistance. Then they waited, minutes, hours, days, it seemed, the young wom- an and Joseph looking at each other speech- lessly, with every nerve strained to listen. Old Maddalena and the child were indifferent ; both were sinking into stupor. A distant sound greeted their keenly-strung senses, then fol- lowed in quick succession strokes of spades. The mother laughed deliriously. Joseph look- ed at the roof apprehensively, for at any time the friendly efibrts without might convert the cave into their tomb. Lanterns flashed over a group of negroes and whites, thrilled with ready sympathy, and in the midst was the bent form of a little man with greenish-gray eyes, who had first discov- ered the catastrophe. Cautiously the de'bris was scooped away, con- sisting of crushed flowers, torn branches, and shattered rock. The unwieldy stone blocking the entrance at last yielded to the united efforts of Joseph within and those outside. First the senseless forms of a woman and child were unearthed ; next emerged the young moth- er, who had borne her sufferings patiently, but now flung wide her arms in a rapture of free- dom, and, oddly enough, with sudden fierceness cursed the enemies who had brought these af- flictions. Joseph Rost followed, and met Reu- ben Wentzel. They stared at each other like ghosts. " You here !" exclaimed Reuben. " We have endured the same siege, it seems," returned Joseph. He had leaped one barrier, and here was another. The first duties were to restore IMaddalena and the child, repair the cave for the mis- siles of another day, and accept food. Jo- seph took a cup from the officious Reuben's hand, and overturned it in the grass afterward. The released family stretched themselves on the slope to enjoy the freedom night usually gave. "I will see you to-morrow," said Reuben, significantly. " Very well," replied Joseph. CHAPTER XIII. DAWN. DAY came in pale, tremulous pencilings of light on the horizon, in cold glimmerings radiating the valleys, and the women searched for Joseph Kost, who had disappeared. Old Maddalena feared suicide or an accident, and was more than half disposed to resent the con- tinued absence of their protector of the cave, ro curiously are people brought together in war. But Joseph Rost never returned. He had not committed suicide, yet he had taken a step scarcely less rash. He seemed so near tlic fulfillment of his pi'oject, that it was easier to evade Reuben Wentzel once more than to contend Avith him. Reuben was not sufficiently reckless to shoot him in cold blood, Joseph reasoned, but in that storm of bullets might not a chance one bring him low ? Bet- ter to risk fleeing to the enemy's lines. Better to risk finding a way through them, than to stay in the city like a penned sheep. Joseph escaped in this wise : a log drifted down the stream, hugging the shore so close that the words of the sentinels could be heard, and guided by a man swimming. He reach- ed a low protected spot safely, drew the log ashore, and untied from it a bundle of clothes, in which he dressed himself. The dawn glowed, flushed, brightened into the promise of perfect day. Never had the fu- ture looked so hopeful. To return home re- spected and honored for his success ! To be equal with Samuel ! To see Benjamin again — perhaps find Rachel unwedded. The tempest broke with tenfold fury that day. On one side stubborn despair ; on the other cool, persistent bravery. Gone was the early dewy freshness of morning, quenched in the fiery breath of battle, which rolled a heavy, sulphurous cloud up the hill-side, with gleams of color, and flashes of light shimmering through. Joseph Rost was swept away like a feather. Retreat or advance were alike impossible. The tumult came unexpectedly. Quickly climbing a tree to avoid being trampled by the charging regiments, he scanned the scene. A baleful smoke canopy obscured the blue heavens, and hung low over ranks of dead, mown down, over crippled chargers, over pain in every shape possible to strong men smitten low. Down rained the blighting fire of shells and balls ; a perpetual whistling sound hissed past Joseph's ears, as he crouched close to the tree. Who was victor in the tangled heaps surging to and fro ? There was a rushing noise heard above the roar of cannon ; it reached even the dulled ear of the wounded. What was it? a wind — a rising storm? Tiie smoke rolled back up the hill toward the masked bat- teries on the summit. The rushing noise was the advance of the pursuing column, sweep- ing over all obstacles, charging under a galling fire, broken, reeling, reunited, and pressing on. What had happened? Only a tree fallen, snapped in twain, into the hollow, carrying with it Joseph Rost, mortally wounded. He lay helpless and alone. His couch was tender green verdure, with delicate waxy flow- ers starring the turf, just as if beyond the curv- ing rim there was no carnage and strife. Jo- seph, passive and faint, wondered if he was to be obliterated by an inundation of blood, or left in peace. He longed for human aid, then dreaded the form in which it might come. He had deserted the city in her need, and she was avenged. The shot had come from the battery above. The wounded man had no idea of the lapse of time ; he only realized that all had grown quiet about him ; the battle was ebbing awav in indistinct mutterings. Gradually he JOSEPH THE JEW. was lifted and floated far away by the transitioii incident to a mental condition which made no change startling or improbable. The struggle of fierce passions merged into peace. He saw the tabernacle shrouded in a heavy silii cur- tain. Large candles burned on the reading- desk, where lay the book of the Law, and be- fore tlie desk stood Benjamin, clad in a woolen mantle richly embroidered with crimson and gold. The delicate, beautiful face was np- turned, and shone with unearthly radiance ; he touched the book reverently with the corners of his Thalis, and his voice fell like the melo- dy of harps on Joseph's ear : "Blessed be Thou, oh Lord! Kuler of the world, who hast blessed us above all other peo- ple, aud hast given to us the Law." Then the tabernacle crumbled, and Benja- min, rising from glory to glory, was lost in the immensity of heavenly distance. A sharp thrill ran through Joseph's veins ; tlie throbbing in his side was there again ; the remnant of life surged to his brain. A man was kneeling beside him with a canteen of water. Joseph Rost and Nelson Thorne looked into each other's eyes. The stranger wore an officer's uniform, torn and blood-stained. lie was young and hand- some, with a terrible gravity in the tense lines about the mouth. Joseph sipped the water held to his parched lips gratefully, eagerly gaz- ing at his companion the while. Tiie black Hebrew eyes searched the honest Saxon blue ones, which had been sleepy and tender, but were now steady, clear — a trifle hard. The ollicer asked no questions ; it was too late. He had discovered a perisliing creature, and held a drauglit to the dying lips. That was all. " Take tlie book from my breast," whispered Joseph. The officer obeyed. Joseph sighed, and closed his eyes. "I am a stranger — a foreigner — on busi- ness," Suddenly he looked around and paused. A wild light of anger, doubt, and agony broke over the dying face. Creeping along the edge of the hollow was pursuing Eeuben Wentzel, goaded on by eager hatred, driven back by mortal terror. Joseph raised himself on his elbow, and cried, " Hunted to the death ! Keep the book, it belongs to me alone. Never, nev- er let him touch it ! He's a thief, a spy. The poor Wentzels." (Inexpressible contempt, even at the end.) "I trust you," and, falling back, expired. Joseph the Jew was like the old Italian art- ist, who wrought a crystal bowl with a life's la- bor, and then accidentally broke it. Reuben Wentzel knelt, and repeated a Ra- desch for the dead. CHAPTER XIV. Joseph's pocket-book. THE officer would liave buried the book in Joseph Host's grave had he not feared dis- interment by Reuben Wentzel, wliom he was disposed to regard in the light of a jackal. In- deed, the hungry keenness of Herr Wentzel's face was against his chances of success with a candid mind. Tlie dead youth's clothing was carefully searched for some clue to his identity, a search rewarded only by the name of Host. Return- ing to camp, the officer seated himself on a tree stump and drew forth his meerschaum. What should he do? Open the dead man's book ? How else could he discover his home ? A man was brought to him by the sergeant : Reuben "Wentzel prepared to make a final struggle for the possession of Joseph's secret. "Doubtless you are an honest gentleman, and will do what is right. The book belongs to me, and my dead brother," he began. "Was the dead man your brother?" de- manded the officer, sharply. Reuben shot one sidelong glance at him, and replied, unhesitatingly, "Yes." The officer puffed a cloud of smoke from his ]jipe before he said, with military brevity, "False. Your name is Wentzel, his was Rost. You may go. I shall keep the pocket- book." Reuben grew pale, and twisted his beard. "What if I demand it?" "When you show me that you have a right to claim it I will listen to you. Sergeant, take him back." Left alone, the young man unfolded the leather book, with Joseph's last words ringing in his ear — " I trust you." Touched by the confidence, he soliloquized, "Poor fellow! I will prove myself trust- worth v." The pocket-book had the name of Joseph Rost inscribed on the fly-leaf; but, with a cucious degree of caution, it would seem, was without city or country. "Joseph Rost, citizen of the world," observed the officer, turning another leaf. A fresh puzzle. The book was full of notes — mere memoranda jottings, which would be suggestive to the writer alone — in five lan- guages: here two lines of English, there a doz- en in Danish, here a paragraph in Spanish, there a page of French or German. In a pocket were the papers of Grandfother Rost and the directions for Samuel's journey, writ- ten in Danish, and therefore unintelligible to the officer. In addition, there was a letter folded in an envelope, but not directed. The officer felt that on the clear translation of this letter depended the discovery of the dead man's relatives. Acting on his first impulse, he in- closed the package to one of his professors at college in the North, requesting a legible in- terpretation. Had he been at all aware of the value of the papers to himself, he would scarce- ly have risked allowing them to pass out of his possession. Before the answer came, the fortress city had struck her flag and yielded to her conquer- ors, and with her fell the fabric of rebellion. The officer's regiment was still quartered out-' side the town when the reply arrived. The letter read : "I can now send home tidings of my suc- cess. I have been here five months, and am about to grasp the prize. Could Samuel have done better? I have met Reuben Wentzel here, whom we all despise. The rencontre was unfortunate. I deceived him as to my real object. He tracked me again, and would have inevitably discovered the secret by watch- ing, me had I not eluded him. To do this I JOSEPH THE JEW. 47 struck into the wilderness of savannas and ; everglades, where I decided to stay at the most retired house I could find for a time. Under the guidance of a negro, I discovered an old mansion on the river's bank, ten days' journey on horseback from the city on the coast. The place had been deserted for forty years, yet a cigar-case on the chimney-piece had a name on it — ' Frederick William Gofi'e.' Tliis, then, must have belonged to the buccaneer mention- ed by my grandi'ather, as having robbed him of the necklace. I determined to search the place thoroughly for further information, and then prepared for the night's repose. "In vain I had reasoned with myself that the deserted house was only dreary and ghost- ly from long disuse. There was something significant in its very desertion. The negro slept beside the fire, and I soon followed his example. I was aroused by a deadly fear such as I had never experienced before. Tiie jilace was infused with a new atmosphere. With that I discovered a change ; the door behind me was wide open, and through it stepped an old man. He walked slowly to the hearth, without apparently noticing the negro or my- self. There was nothing terrible in his ap- pearance, as he stood gazing thoughtfully at the fire ; the chilling fear he inspired was, that I knew he did not belong to this world. He was tall and angular, he wore a curious olive- green coat of a past generation, and a silk scarf was knotted in the most peculiar fashion around his neck, with the ends trailing on the ground behind him. He drew through his hands, half absently, a glittering object. Sure- ly if I had not been paralyzed I should have i^prung to my feet ; it was my grandfather's necklace. " Flashing before my eyes with a thou- sand rainbow reflections, quivering in broken stars, in limpid ripples of light, as he thread- ed it through his fingers or laid it caressingly against the dark relief of his sleeve, was the heir-loom of which the Englishman had robbed us. Had I not been held in icy dumbness of suspense, I must have leaped up and claimed it. A doubt held me back : Wliat power do the dead possess ? Was it actually the chain ? "The old man turned his head suddenly, and appeared to listen intently. I feared that the negro's heavy breathing had disturbed him. No. "He glanced sharply in the direction of the opposite door, hastily thrust the chain into his bosom, and then the fire went out in total dark- ness, as if quenched by water. After that I slept, or swooned. I only know I was uncon- scious. Next morning the negro awoke, merry and active, after an uninterrupted slumber. I kept silence as to the events of the night, and began to reflect on the best mode of penetra- ting the closed rooms. This would have been easy, but for the vigilance of tiie Indian wom- an. Evidently she had fastened the rooms af- ter Bernardo's departure, and would pei-mit no one to enter. I did not wish to betray an in- terest in the house to either of my companions. "The first day I contrived to send the ne- gro down the river to his home for supplies of food, and especially lights. The Indian wom- an refused to give me one of the candles used to burn before her altar. During Jake's ab- sence I hoped to gratify my curiosity. In vain! The Indian woman seated herself on the floor in the hall, folded her hands, and held me in- active with her glittering eye. I afiected an interest in the birds and flowers ; I caught fish in the river's sparkling t*de ; she never left her post. This much I accomplished, I decided not to enter the rooms by the doors, as she would soon detect it, but to penetrate by one of the windows instead. I studied one case- ment in rambling through the garden wilder- ness, and observed that the shutter hung loose. " The negro returned at nightfixll, loaded with provisions, and the woman, her weird brain filled with fancies, talked long and ear- nestly with Jake. He laughed and shook his head, told her there was a great war, and I was hiding from my enemies. Partly satisfied, she withdrew. I allowed several days to elapse before I made my first attempt. " By that time we had settled into a routine of life ; the negro cooked, hunted, and fished ; I strolled about indifferently, and slept much, or appeared to sleep. At last my opportunity came. Usually, the negro coiled himself up before the fire when supper was over, for I took care that he should take no naps during the day. I then lighted one of the tapers and read or wrote in my memorandum-book for hours, in order to be up the latest. Often I fancied that the Indian's eyes were scrutinizing my movements through some crack. My heart beat quickly as I closed my book, when my watch assured me it was eleven o'clock. I put two candles into my pocket, extinguished the light, removed my shoes, and stole out of the hall. The night was horribly thick and im- penetrable, even the masses of foliage were but another fold of the darkness. To lift down the shutter and try the window-sash was tlie work of an instant. It yielded with a grating sound. 48 JOSEPH THE JEW. I listened breathlessly to leani if it had disturb- 1 ed the sleepers. The next moment I was in the room. Necessity alone would ever have made me venture there at night. Noiseless, filmy shapes seemed to brush past me while I was lighting my candle. "A room dead tiies'e forty years, witli bare ceiling, discolored walls, and not one article of furniture to break tiie monotony of its four sides. The Indian woman must have fasten- ed tlie boards across the door leading into the hall, and climbed out of the window afterward. Certainly there was no other means of egress. With cunning she had fastened this door to match the secrecy of the opposite one. "A glance convinced me that the place was vacant, although I inspected it carefully before climbing cut of the window once more. Cau- j tiously I made my way to the other end of the house, lleasoning that this door was also fas- tened on the inside, and that the Indian had then escaped through one of the windows, I removed the shutters of three successively, and ascertained that a rusty bolt secured each sash within. I could have broken the glass, but that would have made a noise. I did not ex- actly fear the woman, but I had no knowledge whereby to gauge the depths of a savage's an- ger, and I preferred to outwit her. There must be a door, either in the floor or the ceil- ing. Giddy with excitement, I forced my way into the cellar, where my candle threw feeble rays on heavy beams, crumbling earth, and sev- eral huge casks moldering away from their iron hoops. The cellar was full of lurking ter- rors ; I saw the old man mocking me ; I saw the Indian fiercely watching from the arch- way ; there was a head leering at me from the cask. A stone stairway led to the room above. " I ascended nervously, received a blow from some unseen source, and reeled back into total darkness, for my candle had slipped from my grasp, and rolled on the ground. I lay silent, expecting an assault, but no sound disturbed the dreadful stillness. Finally, I groped after the missing taper, found and relighted it. Then I discovered what the obstacle actually was ; the woman had placed a log on a projection. I slipped past, and found the door, which was fastened with a cord twisted so ingeniously about a hook, that I lost patience while unfast- ening it. At last I pushed the door open, and entered. "The floor was covered with a straw mat- ting, used in these hot countries, and a rug was spread before the cane -seated lounge. Tlie matting had become shreds, the curtains had fallen from tlieir hangings in the lapse of years. Time's tooth had been busy with the embroid- ery of the arm-chair, the warped and honey- combed wood-work. With a shudder I glanced around for the old man. The place bore evi- dence of haste and disorder. It was as if some person liad searched the efl'ccts of another, care- less of consequences. "This is the servant's work. lie rifled his master's desks after the latter committed sui- cide, I instantly decided. Heavens ! Was the shade I had beheld tliat of the man who hung himself? In one corner stood two large vases of solid silver, but of rude workmanship, an ivory idol, in a shrine exquisitely carved, and some massive pieces of plate, which ap- peared to be placed together ready for removal. Although there were traces of the chamber having served as a sleeping apartment, yet it had more the appearance of a strong-room. The fastening of the door leading to the hall had been formidable ; a solid bar of iron cross- ed the once stout oak panels. My attention was chiefly absorbed by two objects. One was a metal plate containing a pile of ashes, with several bits of charred paper in the midst. Doc- uments had been destroyed, either by master or man. The other was a box with brass clamps inserted in the wall, with a fallen portrait lying on the floor below. Raising the picture, I found that it cleverly concealed the aperture, when hung in its proper place on the wall. With a sudden thrill I recognized on the faded canvas the harsh features of the old man. The por- trait was roughly executed, and was possibly the work of some amateur. With trembling fingers I raised the lid of the box, loosely ad- justed, after the rifling touch of Bernardo had carelessly prepared the way for me, or whoever came next. It was empty. In vain I tapped the sides for secret inclosures, there was abso- lutely nothing left but a single gold coin of old Spanish date to reward my diligence. The coin taught me something. The box was used to hold treasiue, probably money. " I next proceeded to examine the table. Every scrap of paper had been burned ; the quill pens were perfect, but the inkstand had been converted into a spider mansion. However, a half leaf of a letter had fluttered beneath the table, which I appropriated. Having now re- mained as long as I dared, I closed the door, adjusted the cord, and made my way back to the hall. "Next morning I was awakened by the scru- tinizing gaze of the Indian fastened on me. " ' Sleep much,' " she muttered, doubtfully. JOSEPH THE JEW, 49 "I availed myself of the first opportunity to draw forth the paper and study it. As much as the latter half of a letter — therefore without date or address — can teach, I learned. It was the very shado\T of a letter, with fdmy charac- ters traced on it, some lines dim heyond recog- nition of their meaning, with here and there a word gleaming out. The language was Span- ish. I gleaned that the recipient was urged to go' at once to a distant city on the great river, as the writer was very ill. The signature was — 'Thy sister, Maddalena." "For hours I pondered over this slight clue. To whom did the letter belong ? I concluded it must be Bernardo's property, for this reason : If his master was the buccaneer, he was En- glish ; therefore Ins sister could scarcely have addressed him in Spanish with the name of 'Maddalena.' The servant, on the contrary, was a Minorcan, had left suddenly after his master's death, had promised the Indian to re- turn, but had never done so. The plate left in the room would have brouglit him back, al- though he probably carried off all available booty. No doubt he had also taken the neck- lace ; and to ever find it, I must trace the Minorcan family. Once more I searched the 4 room, but found nothing. I believe the Indian had no suspicion of my clandestine visits. "I left the i)lacc, recovered my horse, and went across the country to the distant city. I am writing now from that city, which is being furiously bombarded ; but I seem to have a charmed life. I can not now describe the siege. "I have found the l\Iinorcans. Bernardo died here. He did not bring the necklace. I believe it is still concealed in the house. lie was ignorant of its existence, or he left it safe- ly hidden until his return. I am going back now to seek for it. Had I only known before what I now do, I should have escaped the ac- cursed conflict of these armies, whose victory or defeat are alike a matter of indifi^erence to me. I write this information in event of any misfortune befalling me. I shall post this letter by one of the blockade-runners of the coast." Here the letter ended abruptly. The officer turned over Grandfather Rost's papers, and the directions for Samuel. "What are you reading?" asked Nichohis Ilearn, jocosely, as he passed. "A romance," quietly replied Nelson Thorne. CHAPTER Xy. NELSON TIIORNE. WHEN Joseph Rost was being cduciitcil in the north of Europe, the young officer, seated on tlic tree-stump reading his papers, liad received his training for life in a far difl'erent school. Possessed of unfailing sweetness of temper and an indolent disposition, the boyhood of Nelson Thorne refused to yield to the restless impulses of activity about him. His teachers termed him a dunce, his fellow - pupils lazy- bones. His father was simply amazed at the healthy animal, who possessed so little of his own ambition and industry. Experience Thorne was a stern man, of strong passions and curbing will. About him lingered a far-distant reputation of exti'aordi- nary gayety in early youth, succeeded by a re- form to staid, severe middle age, as complete as the Catholic devotee's laying aside of earth- ly vanities for cell or hermit's cave ; in either case, a frequent phase of human nature after idle frivolity, and apt to run to the same ex- treme. Of this gay youth there came to thcr son not even the romance ; he only knew the father of a dark, roomy house at the corner of two narrow streets in the city of his birth. At the back of the liouse was a small garden and one walnut-tree, drooping its branches over the kitchen-shed. Tiiis tree Avas associated with his earliest remembrances, because of an at- tempt to climb, frustrated by a firm grasp on the ascending little legs. A still more remote memory lingered, like a star glittering in darkest night, somewhere back in the very realm of babyhood ; a graceful form had flitted among the roses of that tiny garden, and had rested in silent rcjiose afterward, with the roses droojiing in fragrant clusters about the chamber where Experience Tliorne was praying wildly to be taken also, kneeling, in agony, beside the voiceless clay of his idol. The little son stood at the door, peering won- deringly in at the strange scene. Over the cliimney-i)iece hung the portraits of a blooming girl in a short- waistcd gown, wiili her hair confined by a high Spanish comb, and gloves drawn over the elbows. The little son, forget- ting to taste the ginger-cake the sobbing cook had just given him below stairs, stared at the portrait, and the waxen fiice beneath. The girl's eyes in the picture sparkled with hope, which life in her home on the bleak hill-side be- side the frozen river might never quench, and here the hojJC was quenched in death to Ex- perience Thorne. The rounded bloom of the cheek was gone ; the light feet had not been able to outstrip the pursuing enemy of all her race of blithe sisters — consum])tion. After that the mother was gone ; only the picture remained. A stolid man came to the house every night, and went away again, with a lantern, and supper of cold meat, bread, and cheese in a napkin. There was nothing terri- ble in this man's aspect ; he was a steady, mat- ter-of-f;tct English laborer; but the little son grew to have a shuddering interest in him some- how associated with the dead mother. Per- haps he gathered crumbs of mysterious talk from the servants' allusions to grave-yards, and attached them all to this stranger. Sometimes he came in heavy rain-storms, with the moisture dripping from his oil -skin coat ; but, whatever the weather, he invaria- bly' carried away the lantern and his supper. I\Iore curious still, the lantern was back in its place in the morning, hatiging on a jieg in the kitchen hall. Often the little son climbed on a cliair to investigate, but the lantern had no tales to tell. At last the laborer disappeared, the lantern rusted on the peg, and the little son forgot a matter which was still fresh in the bereaved JOSEPH THE JEW. ;i ' heart of Experience Tliorne : this man had watched beside his wife's tomb. Fromthatdate the fatliei-pcrccptibly changed, grew stern in his religion, and, meeting witli a reverse of fortune soon after, applied himself dili^^ently to business. Only in one phase of character did he evince enthusiasm, and was easily swayed by the influences of progress about him. A race foremost in the enterprises of the century, with the fresh ardor of a new nation, we Americans often leap at the fruit before it is ripe for plucking, and sometimes grasp leaves instead of any fruit at all. Experience Tiiorne possessed an iron consti- tution, and he proceeded to test the metal of it in various ways. Four o'clock of a winter morning found him reading a book of devo- tions aloud by the light of a solitary candle. At five he was trudging through the snow- covered streets, skirting wide parks, ermine- draped, peering into his ^office to see if the clerks had done their duty overnight, and in- specting the markets. If the drowsy little son was not standing be- hind his chair at the breakfost- table on the stroke of six, he knew only too well what to expect. Experience Thorne became aGrahamite, and fed his family conscientiously on bran. He employed the little son in reading aloud pam- phlets on his favorite hobby ; he weighed the food he ate with scales, and counted narrowly the sips of water imbibed by the little son at a meal. A favorite theory was, that one article of nourishment sufficed for a repast, but facts conquered one unwilling little disciple. A supper long to be remembered was that at which Experience Thorne and his son par- took gravely of- a feast of Brazil-nuts in the dark oak-wainscoted dining-room. The doc- tor was summoned before morning. The nuts were packed off up garret ; and as one experi- ment succeeded another, the result of fiiilure being thus swept out of sight, the Thorne gar- ret became a museum of wonders, a banquet of delicacies to the children of the neighbor- hood. The master was proud, even in his foi- bles, and never again alluded to discarded the- ories. He clothed poor lecturers ; his parlors became the rendezvous of eager, cadaverous men, who came and went with much apparent bustle. The little son hated these visitors with all the intense, unreasoning animosity of child- hood, and resented the bland pats on the head he received from their cold fingers. The temper of Experience Thome's household suffered severely under these trials, although he was unconscious of it. Was it not sufficient to depress the spirit of Bridget M'Grath, cook, to be kept on slops of Indian meal (indignantly rejected by old Ireland in time of famine), witli- out even a taste of meat or wheat bread allow- ed ? Then to be called into the parlor to show the approving gentlemen how she throve on the diet ! And the blessed, motherless child, that went prowling about the empty cupboards for a bit of something to his mind ! Sure, it was many a surreptitious beefsteak he discuss- ed -vyith Mrs. M'Grath. Hence the rosy ap- pearance of the victims. Hence the hypocrisy practiced under Experience Thome's very nose. If during the week the son was subjected to much discipline, he experienced no pleasure in looking forward to the Sabbath at the close. The Puritans seldom understood teaching chil- dren the religion of love in Jesus Christ. He might lay the foundation of a future firm and noble manhood, but during the transition of tender youth he scattered no flowers. Nel- son's boyhood consisted of a series of spiritu- al buffetings, as it were. If he was good, he would be saved for awful glories which fright- ened him. If he was wicked, he would be doomed to torments which terrified him still more. The process of being either good or bad was not made at all clear to his compre- hension, for the simple reason that he asked no questions, so glad was he to escape from the subject to foot-ball and hop-scotch. At the age of eight years the case stood thus : He was not to steal or tell falsehoods, of course. But what else was expected of him ? He was told that a change of heart was necessary, and to the boy's mind the expres- sion had only a literal significance. Many a time he listened to the throbs of the great organ of life, wondering what was to happen. Once, when he bade his father good-night, the latter said, with impressive earnestness, ^ " My son, you can be a Christian before you reach the top stair. Remember how much I wish it." Up the staircase, shrouded in shadows, went the little figure, carrying a lamp, oppressed by an indefinable dread, yet listening to the strokes of his heart step by step, slowly, wonderingly, pausing on each one to discover if he was still the same boy, until the landing was gained. " Guess I never shall be any thing but a bad boy !" he exclaimed, making a petulant rush into his chamber. Afterward he laughed mer- rily ; childhood re-asserted sway over healthy nerves. Years afterward he saw the Saviour in the 52 JOSEPH THE JEW. glories of a painted window', through which the liglit flowed in wide effulgence down into tlic twilight dimness of a church. He had not been slain by a thunder- bolt of wrath on the stairway, and so might live after his own fancy. A sensitive child would have suffered the ])ain of self-reproach more keenly; but Nelson-was not a very sensitive child. He became only more indolent and carelessly good- humored. Sunday was then a moral strait-jacket, a season of wearisome exhortations, alternating with rebellious thoughts of what he would do when a grown man. There stood the old minister in the pulpit, with wiry hair bristling upward from his fore- head, and a funny nose, at which Nelson stared from his father's pew three times a day. The preacher's words miglit be eloquent to older ears, his eyes beaming with zealous intelli- gence ; the boy seldom noticed either. If a fly ventured into meeting, there was food for speculation whether it would continue to buzz and bump stupidly against the glass pane, or escape before the sermon was over, as Nelson would like to have done. In the adjoining pew sat an old lady, whose appearance inspired awe in the lad's heart. Her silk gown seemed to creak with richness, and her brown curls were so primly smooth that Nelson could not but wonder if they were laid away in a bureau drawer all the week, to keep so nice, as indeed they were. He never dared to gaze openly at the old lady, but made these discoveries in a series of sly glances during prayers. Imagine his astonish- ment when she stealthily pulled his sleeve and popped a large peppermint-drop into his hand. The influence of that jjciipermint-drop was in- calculable. Nelson placed it on his tongue ; a balmy fragrance was diffused, which caused •Experience Thorne to sniff suspiciously, and glance at his son, who maintained an immova- ble demeanor. The little man's thoughts were busy. Here in an arid desert was unexpected peppermint, and the kindly impulse to give it to a strange boy. His heart warmed, glowed when he thought of the old lady in the false front. Previously he had misjudged her by the supposition that she was a stiff spinster, a term of indefinalile disgrace among his school- mates ; now he firmly believed her to be grand- mother. The very next day he expended his hoard of pennies in the purchase of a nosegay, learned the old lady's address from the sexton, and took it to her. The recipient did not know which to consider the most beautiful — the flow- ers, or the lad's flushed, happy face. The peppermint became an established in- stitution, in the second prayer. If there was much prose, there was also one gem of romance, a beautiful young lady. The boy's sharp young eyes examined the plumes of her hat, the pattern of her ear-drops ; above all, the soft outline of her face and silken masses of golden hair. Often did Nelson be- come so pleasantly absorbed in sketching the husband she would marry, how she must look without her hat, that he aroused with a start, to the consciousness that the minister had c^sed speaking, and pulled down his speeta- clesT»jj[^^sjbrehe^j|M|lhe bridge of his nose, preparator™crgiving out the hymn. Nelson fell into deep disgrace. Some triv- ial matter brought to his father's mind the subject of card-playing, and, with that horror of an infatuation which he recalled only with shame and disgust, he strove to imbue his son with a like principle. The son was innocent and ignorant. Forthwith he questioned his schoolmates concerning this ensnaring delu- sion, and the result was, a big boy permitted him to witness a game of high-low-jack. The big boy played with the skill and coolness of a veteran. From admiring inaction. Nelson became a timid participant. In a week he would have wearied of the sport, had there not been that zest of clandestine danger about it. Then the big boy dared Nelson to play at home, and the latter, writhing under the taunt, waxed snfiiciently bold to invite three friends to a game in the pantry, with Bridget M'Grath's sanction, on a holiday. The pantry possessed many advantages ; there was a sugar-barrel to serve as a table, and the various avenues of escape were easy, in case of alarm. Mrs. M'G rath even agreed to rattle the poker, and .sing the "Banks of Killarncy " louder than usual, as a danger sig- nal. The M'Grath creed was indulgent. "Let the darlinfs enjoy theirselves. Faith ! it's a little drop they'll be getting out of life, anyways." The fun was exhilarating; the game pro- gressed famously ; Nelson was actually beating the big boy, when a shadow fell athwaft the sugar-barrel table. Experience Tiiorne was gazing down at the youtiiful gamesters from the street above. The big boy ignominiously fled. Experience Thorne swept the cards into the kitchen fire, and it was understood at school that he did not spare the rod on that oc- casion. JOSEPH THE JEW. A second dishonor followed swiftly on the first one. Nelson daily took his way to a large school, witli sachel slung over one slioulder, joined by mates on the way. Nelson was far from being a brilliant scholar. In vain did his fatlier wait for him to win some prize for dili- gent application or talent. The son was far more likely to be nibbling an apple furtively, or drawing a caricature of the master under his desk-lid than conning his lesson. Experience Thorne vented sarcasm and reproach ; the boy was hurt, and made good resolutions, which evaporated before the next hard task. "Un- stable as water, thou shalt not excel," was a sentence which he read on the wall opposite his bed, when he opened his eyes one morning. He could readily surmise whose hand had framed it there, and for life the sentence haunt- ed him uncomfortably, although at the time it bore no fruit. Destiny was commencing her work on this lieedless lad, one bright September day, when he strolled along to school, as usual. Destiny brought Sam' Howson around the corner with such precipitation that he rebound- ed from our hero into the gutter, spilling the treasures of his luncheon -bag. He was up again, with tlie agility of a cat. "Guess what has happened to Tommy?" he demanded, breathlessly. "He's not dead?" queried Nelson. "No: worse than that, mother says. He's gone to the insane asylum, clean cracked," re- plied Sam, tasting his crisp turn-over, to judge if the fall had at all impaired its flavor. The two boys walked on soberly. Tommy, a slender, delicate child, had been the preco- cious scholar of the class, the pride of the mas- ter's heart, who never wearied of displaying what Tommy could do at blackboard or recita- tion. Of course Tommy was the knight who carried off the prizes in the tournament of un- folding minds. How about unfolding bodies? In the act of receiving the well-earned reward of his industry fragile little Tommy fell, and was seen no more in the busy walks of life. Presently the boys were joined by the big boy, who was profoundly respected by both in their hearts. The big boy had a certain lofty patronage of manner, which became him well, enjoyed a liberal supply of jiocket-money, and was supposed to have seen much of the world. The trio approached a building wliich had al- ways been to Nelson's imagination a temple of wonders. It had a faded appearance by day, and the spacious entrance was redolent of stale tobacco-smoke, but a flag fluttered bravely from the roof. At the door lounged a young man, with a profusion of cheaj) jewelry flowing over a gay waistcoat, a cane, his hat worn very much on one side, and his hair oiled. He winked in a friendly way at tlie three boys as they jjassed. "Do you go to the Comet often?" imiuircd the big boy. Nelson was obliged to confess that he had never been to " the Comet," or any other thea- tre in his life. Experience Thorne considered the theatre as the epitome of all evil, and his son had been early fortified against its wiles, indeed before he could well understand the warning. More- over, he had been strictly forbidden ever to en- ter a place of amusement. "Never been to a theatre!" scoff'ed the big boy. "You iimst be precious green!" Nelson reddened to the roots of his hair ; but as the scorner took himself off to recognize an acquaintance at that painful moment, a reply was unnecessary. There was balm, also, in Gilead. Sam Ilowson was in a like predica- ment. "I wonder if it is nice. What do they act ?" " Lots of fun to see — eh ?" Suddenly the two boys halted and looked at each other. Black eyes twinkled: "Let's go and see for ourselves." Gray eyes flashed back, "Now! instead of going to school." The smart young man had strolled away ; they en- tered the passage, crossed a vestibule, and were suddenly ingulfed in darkness. Half an hour later Nelson was lying at the foot of a crooked stairway with a dislocated ankle, and Sam Howson was groping blindly after assistance. The young explorers had entered a vast place which seemed like a cavern. Faint rays of daylight gleamed through the closed win- dows, here and there showing shadowy outlines of gallery, and a dome sj)anning the obscurity fixr overhead. Every object was strange and mysterious to the children, who peopled the cavern with a race entirely dissimilar to them- selves. Unaccountable sounds rumbled through the building, now under their feet, now over- head, succeeded by unearthly silence. The busy street they had so recently quitted seem- ed miles away. A dusky curtain flew up, revealing a second abysis of darkness, lighted sparsely wilh flaring gas-jets. There was a hum of voices, and a great many people to be seen rushing wildly about, talking and gesticulating. Evidently there was a serious quarrel. Spell-bound, the boys watched a deadly strife, in which one man defended himself with desperate valor against 64 JOSEPH THE JEW. ji dozen ruflians, tripjiing tliem up like nine- p|ns as they ajjproachcd. Most puzzling were tiie comments of a person who leaned against a i)asteboard castle with a book in his hand. " Try that once more, Jenkins. You die too easy." Forthwith up popj)ed the first assassin and attacked the solitary man again. So palpable a sham made Sam Howson cynical. "It's only make-believe," he whispered. Then a lady wearing a shabby bonnet and shawl sang a song hoarsely about being a queen, and then the curtain swe])t down once more. No great harm was done had the boys then departed ; but tlie spell of curiosity was on them, and they made their way to the orches- tra, climbed to the stage, and penetrated to the world behind the scenes. They clamber- ed over carpenters' tools, narrowly escaped fall- ing through a trap, and finally toppled down a screen with a dull reverberating noise. In his haste to escape after this disaster, Nelson plunged headlong down the crooked stair- way. "Where are you?" quavered Sammy How- son, his courage failing in this emergency. " Down here ; and oh, Sam ! my leg is bro- ken, I knew." "P'raps we are caught in a cage, and can never get out," suggested Sam, in great ex- citement. At this moment a spark of light approached, shed from a taper in the hand of a pallid man, clad in a flannel dressing-gown. This man was talking to himself in a way that froze the blood in Sam's veins as he listened. "If sooth I say, I must report they were As cannon overcharg'd with double cracks ; So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe : Except they meant to bathe iu reeking wound?, Or memorize another Golgotha, I can not tell : But I am faint, ray gashes cry for help." " Please, sir, Nelson is down there," faltered Sam, plucking timidly at the flannel dressing- gown. The stranger drew himself up, surveyed the very small boy haughtily, and waved his hand majestically : " So well thy words become thee as tliy wounds ; They smack of honor both:— Go, get him surgeons." Sam was on the point of ducking behind a canvas rock which the candle revealed, and leaving Nelson to his fate, when the latter cried, pettishly, "Do help me up I" "Eh? What the deuce is this?" said the stranger, in natural tones, putting down his pa- pers, and lifting the boy carefully. Soon they were surrounded by the assassins, director, and even the hoarse lady, who kindly laid Nelson's head on her shoulder in a moth- erly way, calling him "poor dear " repeatedly. Sam Howson was questioned as to the cause of their appearance on the stage, but was re- markably reticent in his replies. It happened that as Experience Thorne was passing "The Comet,"- he beheld a procession issuing forth, consisting of the assassins in a body, bearing along his son, with a woman in a shabby bonnet holding his hand. Sam How- son followed, furtively- wiping his eyes on his jacket-cuff. The result of this escapade was that Nelson was sent away to school, and afterward to col- lege. Here he made the acquaintance of Nicholas Hcarn in a curious way. He had the honor of losing one of his cherished whis- kers, and having an eye endangered by an ex- , plosion of gases at the hands of Nicholas. CHAPTER XVI. ST. CHRYSOSTOM. IT wns small, musty, and damp, but these qualificntions only imparted a flavor of age in a land wliere all things are new. Erected by a former Mrs. Kaines, St. Chrysostom was the result of piety, as well as an imitation of the churches on English estates for the tenant- ry, only here there was no tenantry. Little St. Chiysostom, ivy-grown and gray, was held dear by all succeeding members of the family, and that was sufficient reason to make it the fashion of the town, for tlie Raincses had o*ned this property quite from the date of the colonies. There were tablets on the walls lauding the virtues of departed Raineses, royalists and pa- triots ; a memorial window to the good lady- founder ; and beside the chancel an alcove, where the glowing warmth of a rosette case- ment fell on a marble group, angel alighting, with snowy wings outspread, beside the chil- dren who will awaken when " tlie sea shall give up her dead." Not for any consideration could St. Chrysos- tom be modernized. The clergyman ascended a spiral stairway to the pulpit, perched above the clerk's desk ; the pews were square boxes, into which the occupant vanished. This se- clusion was grateful to the true worshiper, but displeasing to the gay summer frequenters of the shore, who lived on the excitement of as- suming fresh toilets, and languished with envy over a neighbor's French bonnet. Yet the quaint little church was thronged of a summer Sunday, because it was the proper thing to do. Unusual preparations were being made to celebrate Easter. The Raines family had re- turned, after years of absence in Europe. Mrs. Raines had made her advent acceptable by pre- senting a new altar-cloth, a neat purse to the rector, and a gift to every child in tlie parish. Perhaps David Brownson, organist, was chiefly interested in the occasion, for he cher- ished a mighty secret, not shared even with the rector. He fidgeted about the organ-loft, arranged the music, and imparted to a beetle- browed contralto, a surly basso, and conceited young tenor, such singular commands as these: "Mind that you give her a chance. If she loses confidence, cover her faults. We will have no discords at Easter." The chimes rang out on the breeze, which was sweet with the promise of early spring. A holy calm rested on earth and sky. The sea rimpled up in blue transparent lines, foam- flecked, and melted away to a tender haze on the horizon, across which the ships passed, like full flowe»-petals wind-blown. David Brown- son, with his sandy hair all awry, and his queer face puckered into a perturbed expression, peer- ed down into the church, and walked to the lit- tle door leading to his musical kingdom, con- sulting his watch as he did so. He discovered nothing save an indiscretion on the part of Mikey Burke, the organ-blower, in smoking a clay pipe within the sacred pre- cincts, a fault remedied by the simple process of reversing the pipe in Mr. Burke's coat- pocket. The chimes ceased ; a soft rustling of dra- peries announced the arrival of the Raines la- dies. -Brownson, with a smothered exclama- tion of disgust, began his voluntary. In vain the banks of white keys lured his fancy, and the golden pipes waited to swell the grand harmo- nies which usually came from his inspired fin- gers.. The organist's execution was measured and cold. Tmith to tell, he was troubled by the absence of the sopr.ano of the day, and anathematized the unreliability of girls in his tlioughts. Very well he realized that the con- 50 JOSEPH THE JEW. tralto was excliangiiig significant glances with tlhe basso, and tiie young tenor openly smirk- ing, yet he wove strain witliin strain of that deliberate melody, hoping tliat before he fin- ished she would come. Surely David Brown- son had never played in this mood before. The clergyinan, turning the leaves of the great Bible, glanced up inquiringly. Some of the congregation craned their necks to obtain a glimi)se of the organist, under the impression, jiossibly, that he had changed in aiijjcarancc since they last beheld him. With one final, ill-tempered crash, David gave the word to the contralto to take the solo intended for tUb absent soprano. The con- tralto rolled forth her deep, powerful notes ac- cordingly. A quick patter of steps, a rush of garments, and a girl entered the choir. With flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes she surveyed the situation. David Brownson was aware of her approach, but he did not permit himself to be moved. It was too late. She advanced quick- ly to his side. "Give me the solo." Still playing, the organist replied, "You are breathed. Sit down until the psalm." "Give me the solo!" repeated the girl, im- periously, at the same time pulling his sleeve. David smiled grimly ; he liked her pluck. Then she stepped down into her place, waiting for the contralto to finish, and experiencing that nervous contraction of the throat peculiar to young debutantes. There swelled forth from the St. Chrysostom choir a voice pure and fresh as a bird's. The first notes were soft, shy, and exquisitely trem- ulous, like the fledgling essaying the song that will later resound through the u]ii)er air ; then, gathering volume from the very determination of the owner, soared and thrilled with piercing sweetness, until they died away in silveiy ca- dences, guided by delicate chords from the or- gan, into silence. A woman's voice, moving the heart to un- tried depths of delight and pain, fascinating un- willing senses, pleasing even the uncultivated ear. No wonder Queens of Song have ruled as Queens of State never have done. The girl nodded at David Brownson over her shoulder, and peeped down into the church through the curtains. A mischievous smile dimpled her cheek as slic s])read out her gloved hands and inspected them. " If old David only knew .' Tidy girls never lose their gloves, and have to rummage boxes for them. The tidy girls always have their worldly possessions so arranged that if they have a fit of wishing to wear collars and rib- bons in the dead of night, they can find those articles without a candle." An old woman, wearing an anti(iiiatcd shawl and bonnet, had listened to the ringing, with her bony hands clasped tightly togotlier. How tiic honest heart throbbed beneaiii that faded shawl, which looked as if it came out of Noah's ark ! IIow another girl's cheek flushed with ready sympathy down among the congrega- tion I St. Chrysostom was simply astonished. The voice had never been heard before. This was David Brownson's surprise. The battery of eyes assailed the choir with "Who is it?" Then the battery of eyes returned to the in- vestigation of the Haines family — a curiosity shared by the soprano, apparently. Mrs. Raines, carefully preserved, inclined to embonpoint — a soft, purring, sleepy woman, with a guileless manner — of whom her world remarked that she knew how to use her claws. The world's verdict was eminently vulgar. One could not possibly associate the idea of claws with Jlrs. Raines's plump hands. IMiss Raines, stepdaughter, elderly, sharp- featured, lame. Mr. Raines, stepson, small, plain, and also elderly — the gentleman Ethel Ilcarn had re- belled against in spirit when Peggy pronounced him her future husband. It was Ethel Ilearn who sat gazing down on the unconscious object of her sudden aversion now. " He has a bald spot on the top of his head, and a mole on his chin. Dear me ! how ugly. Little sister says he has such a good face. I would rather have more beauty and less good- ness. The other one is splendid." The "other one" was a handsome young man, with fine figure, military carriage, and drooping flaxen mustache. The head was nar- row, complexion pale, blue eyes, keen and scru- tinizing, but he was well dressed, wore an eye- glass, and had a languid elegance of manner very captivating to a girl's fancy. In a word, Captain Laccr, son of Mrs, Raines by a pre- vious marriage. Tlie Raines carriage stood before the door, with prancing steeds in steel trappings, foot- man and coachman studded with buttons. The stepchildren always had walked to church. Mrs. Raines demurred ; pedestrianism did not agree with her. Or was it that one-half of her life having known no equipage, her declining davs must make the most of one? JOSEPH THE JEW. Said the lady, arranging her robe, and lean- ing back among the cushions luxuriously, "You 7nust bring me that soj)rano. Keally, she sang like an angel I"' "Best go and see her to-morrow at her liome," suggested Miss Raines, who possessed tlie simplicity of good-breeding. Perhaps the best trait of tiiis proud family was a lack of ostentation. Mrs. Raines was a fresh tributary, and never wearied of playing the role of great lady. "My dear Hester, why not here?" slie in- quired, artlessly. At that moment David Brownson appeared with his prote'ge, followed by Olive and Peggy. The two gentlemen stood beside the carriage jiassive spectators. "Pray bring her here. I am confident that she is the soprano," said Jlrs. Raines, beckoning to the organist. David complied, proud of the praise about to be bestowed on his pupil. Commendation would stimulate her to fresh exertion, he felt assured ; and although he despised the flattery of fine ladies, he was willing to hold this cup to Ethel's lips. What the Raines party beheld was this : The church door was in shadow, the building being of the approved mediitval gloom, and from it tlie girl came into the broad light of day. She was the type of American beauty; slender and willowy in form, A'ery beautiful in early youth, but suggestive of anxiety for the future. Her features were delicately cut ; her skin of that extraordinary fairness which is transparent, and varies with every emotion ; mouth small. It occurred to ]Mrs. Raines that she would vastly enjoy finding a Jenny Lind or Nilsson among the peasant-class, and become ])atroness of the star. Ethel Hearn had never been in society in her life, but she understood perfectly well that the rich lady had not proposed calling on her, the choir-singer. She might come up to the house as the trades-people did. "You are very kind, madam," she con- trived to say. Then she turned her lovely eyes to the two men appealingly, as much as to question, " You could not treat me thus." After that tlie Raines carriage trundled away, and tlie Hearn girls took tlic path home- ward. All the pleasure of triuiiijih had van- islied from Ethel's face. " How I hate to be patronized I I will nev- er sing in chnrch again : and wlien I go to ' the house ' we shall know it." "By Jove I what a beauty !" exclaimed Cap- tain Lacer. "Very pretty, and so lady-like," assented John Raines, who cared not a straw whether a handsome girl dwelt at the gate or in a larger mansion. "She did not say slic would come," mused Mrs. Raines. "It would have sounded better to have pro- posed visiting her," said jMiss Raines, who nev- er minced matters. "My dear Hester, I do not perceive that it was expected," "Never mind, mamma, I will attend to her." She looked point blank at Captain Lacer as with sensitive curves, and short, haughty upper , she said this. lip ; hair neither red nor white, but pure rich gold. The chief charm of the fiice lay in the eyes ; for where strict adherence to the caste of blonde beauty would have made the lashes paler, giving that rabbity aspect so often seen, a thick chestnut fringe shaded large, deep-gray orbs, whose only fault was a sparkling unsteadi- ness of expression. Mrs. Raines sighed invol- untarily, and re-arranged the black lace veil over her well-rouged cheeks. Only at one fleeting moment of life can a woman brave unflinch- ingly the jiitiless scrutiny of the midday sun. "You must permit us to congratulate you on your success to-day. Your voice is lovely. We will see what can be done. You must not stay here. When you have leisure, will you come up to the house and sing for us again ?" "Quite handsome, only so ycna'/ie," acqui- esced Mrs. Raines. Miss Raines smiled. The gaucherie might be applied elsewhere in the brief interview with Ethel Hearn. "Perhaps she is as good as we are." "Here? Impossible." "True. I forgot that we belonged to the blood- royal." Mrs. Raines winced. Iler own father had followed the honest calling of pork contractor. She lapsed into silence. ' She was never guilty of the rashness of quarreling with her step- children. "Hester, when you were eighteen you re- sembled that girl," said the brother. "I know," replied Miss Raines, quietly. -^ '%^i42. ^■%F CHAPTER XYIL AN UNLUCKY FAMILY. " /^ OD gave to Etlicl every tiling. She has y^ a sweet voice, plenty of wit, and all the beauty tlie family could muster. It docs not seem quite fair — does it, mother?" The speaker veiled' some sadness beneath the merriment with which she thus questioned the decrees of Providence. Siie was seated on a low stool beside her mother's arm-chair, and they were both gazing out at the sea. A small, trimly-built girl of one-and-twenty, round-faced, of irregular features, perhaps, and not poss?essing the dazzling fairness of her sis- ter — a face that interested the most casual observer by the calm reliance of exj)ression, which experience had early imposed on the young life. Olive Hearn, the little sister, as she was familiarly termed, served as balance- wheel to that diminutive establishment beyond the beach, which shared the netd of a head with larger mansions. She was the financier, and scrupulously paid every penny due ; charm- ed tidbits away from the young butcher, to tempt her mother's delicate apjjctite ; kept the china closet tidy ; and concocted new dishes with the aid of a venerable cook-book, which remained a delightful mystery to Peggy- until completion. Sloreovcr, she was chief dress- maker and nurse. There was a beautiful neat- ness, a dainty precision about her, which was charming. It required a much longer time to arrange her collar and neck-tic than those of hap-hazard Ethel ; but, when once adjusted, the result was perfect. "If ever I saw an old maid I" Ethel would exclaim, giving her ribbon a skillful twist that produced an effect which was all the wearer desired. I do not use the familiar praise, often be- stowed on meek heroines, that Olive Ilearn's brown hair was smooth, because it was not. Fashion required a crinkly condition, and Olive knew the fashion as well as any body. Why not? Had she lived in the wilderness she would have found the farmers' daughters wor- rying their hard-working parents to purchase finery, and she had the superior advantage of dwelling on the outskirts of a summer resort instead. To search the calendars of crime in these United States would be to find the source of much evil — Dress. Harassed fathers, embar- rassed husbands, desperate lovers, each with this goad spurring them to destruction. A seed of the poison-plant had winged its way into the Ilearn home. It took root in dif- ferent ways. The little sister cut and basted the rich ladies she saw in her mental eye, like the doll's dress-maker, without a thought of envy or resentment. An old al])aca gown might be refurbished and trimmed like the rich lady's silk, by her deft fingers. Ethel, wrathfully rebellious, would toss her worn frock into a corner until her anger against Fate cool- ed a trifle. "As for me, I am fit only to be housekeeper, I suppose. A jog-trot I" said the girl, pursuing her train of thought aloud, "Never underrate yourself, my dear," re- plied her mother, gently. " God sent you to mc when I should have utterly failed without you." Mrs. Ilearn's voice trembled. She was a woman wasted by one of those nervous dis- eases which have their source in some preying sorrow. Ilcr aspect was melancholy and ap- prehensive. She always glanced eagerly at an ojiening door, like a person crushed by a ter- rible blow, yet anticipating another, without the physical courage to endure it. Pain had blanched her hair, sharpened her features, and hollowed her eyes, was revealed by her weary, listless motions. To such a wrecked nature JOSEPH THE JEW. Peggy was frieuu much more than servant, while Olive was the spiritual bulwark. A groat many years before, the sorrow had come which shattered this life. Mr. Albert Hearn discussed his breakfast, kissed the chil- dren, lingered a moment to fondle the curls of his daughter Ethel, and took his way down town. Many persons remembered how he look- ed that morning, good-humored, handsome, the best-dressed man on the street. Jared Hearn especially recollected, for his generous brother had promised to loan him a considerable sum toward purchasing the factory up in the coun- try, whicli his soul coveted, on that day. Mr. Albert Hearn entered the spacious build- ing where the Russian Empire Insurance Com- pany transacted business, of which he was pres- ident, and opened a letter on his desk. The crerk wlio brought in the morning mail observed that he was deadly pale, and rested his head on his hand. In those brief moments the wheel had revolved, crushing Albert Hearn. After- ward he was seen writing busily. At noon he passed out, and this side of the grave no one ever expects to see Albert Hearn again. He vanished. In those days such a sensation as his flight occasioned was rare. Now the shock is far more frequently felt. Let those without sin, or who have never known temptation, blame him. Bitten by the mania of speculation, he had staked a little, and lost — appropriated the funds in his charge to cover deficiencies from time to time, hoping to recover the whole amount eventually, and so had stood for a year with the sand crumbling beneath his feet, ever nearer the precipice down which he was des- tined to slide. The letter had taught him that the position was no longer tenable. In one blinding flash the light had conie to him, and it is possible that the weak man did not until then realize his sin. He confessed to his wife, in a hasty note, that he should be a greater dis- grace to his family if he remained to be pub- licly shamed than if he fled. He reminded her that the home in which they lived was her own property. He commended her to the care of his brothers. He promised to exert every energy to repair the havoc done in time, and return to her again. This was the blow which fell on Albert Hearn's wife at the age of twenty-seven years, and crushed her. She was a light-hearted lady of mercurial temperament, with a strain of Irish wit in her composition, passionately at- tached to her husband, and always well treated by her world. Jared and Richard Hearn met in solemn conclave. The jdea of helpless affliction in the orphaned family, the consideration of the service the disgraced brother had ever done them, found no place in tlieir thoughts. In- deed, they were disposed to regard the very e.K- istcnce of the Albert Hearn branch as a griev- ance. They were ambitious men, and they stood on the plane of selfish respectability. Albert had dishonored them. Moreover, the Russian Empire Insurance Company, virtuous- ly indignant that it should have been deceived by so genteel a president, had a clear right to track and arrest Albert Hearn as a common felon, uidess something was done. The two brothers reflected, knitted their brows, pursed up their lips, and took their way to the sister- in-law's residence. i,, It certainly was not so framed in the gentle- men's minds, for they prided themselves on their clemency, but it served as an outlet to their righteous indignation to visit it on the household of the late defiiulter. The house was precisely in the same condi- tion it had been on the morning when the father went away. The blinds were drawn close, to exclude the daylight, and there was an aspect of suspended animation, as if the sources of life were frozen, more sad than confusion would have been. Jared Hearn glanced sourly at the lace curtains, the rich hangings, the graceful or- naments grouped about the handsome parlors. He was a plain man, and had not yet arrived at the grandeur of velvet carpets. Mrs. Hearn came down stairs, with her little children trooping after. Instinct taught her mother's heart that their presence would soften the resentment of the visitors toward the absent father. She essayed to smile — a pitiful mock- eiy on the pale face — and extended her hand. Neither of her visitors rose from their seats, or noticed her gestures of welcome. They had something more important to consider just then than their manners. Mrs. Hearn would find it useless to propitiate them. It must be infer- red that the Hearn politeness -was not a gentle courtesy emanating from the heart, but a mask assumed " only when it would pay." The desolate wife shivered. In her previous experience, it had always been worth while for her brother-in-law to respect her, and she had unconsciously accepted the spurious coin of re- gard for pure gold. Even now she had faith in them, while they distrusted tlie motive even of her greeting. . "Send those children away," said Richard Hearn, drawing off one lavender glove and ex- amining his fair, well-kept hand critically, on 60 JOSEril THE JEW. which sparkled a diamond liiij;. Kichard Ilcarn hated children. An angry spot j^lowcd on each of the moth- er's wliite cheeks as she bade them run out. Miss Ethel, aged six years, a marvel of i)retti- ness, in white frock and pink boots, made a grimace suggestive of defiance at her rcsjiecta- ble uncle. " You never did know how to manage ; they ride rough-shod of every tiling here," observed Richard, virtuously restraining himself from any other demonstration of resentment than a frown at the daring child. Mrs. Ilearn regarded him steadily, and com- pressed her quivering lips. The juvenile ele- ment was banished. "The children are well enough," interposed Jarcd, stroking his chin, to whicli was append- ed a wisp of gray beard, aptly termed goatee, for it imparted to his face a very goat-like as- pect. " We've got something more important to talk about, I calculate. Your husband has disgraced us, and we are proud of our good name. I don't reckon that we have had a thief or felon on our list before. There's no good in crying ; it won't mend matters. I don't say, though, that you ain't to blame — very much to blame." Mrs. Ilearn raised her face from the hand- kerchief in which she had hidden it — not her tears, for her grief was as yet tearless — with some faint perception of humor in Jared Hearn's words. Her wretchedness was op- pressive enough, but the peculiar susceptibility of her organization to detect the ludicrous cast that glimmer of light over her features. Much was also due to the overstrained tension of her nerves ; for three days and nights she had paced the floor of her chamber, refusing all consolation. Hysteria whispered in her car, "What pos- sible ingenuity on Kichard Hearn's part can twist this matter into your fault? What have you done except to be a loving wife and moth- er, considering business matters beyond your ken ?" "Any woman is to blame who lets her hus- band run on so, without saving up and teach- ing him economy. I always knew that a break- down would come sooner or later. I've said as much to wife a hundred times. Look at all this trumpery bought with the money of other people!" "Did you come to tell mc what is to be done?"' inquired I\Irs. Ilearn, dreary and rigid again. Richard Ileavn lounged opposite, with one hand thrust deep in his pocket, and the other twirling a tooth-pick. His attitude was far more fitting for a hotel reading-room than a lady's parlor. Mrs. Hcarn scarcely recognized him, for he boasted of a reputation as "ladies' man." "Yes," he chimed in, dropping the tooth- ])ick on the carpet. "We have got to pay the fifty thousand dollars. A nice business! The alternative, also, is pleasant to contemplate — Albert in prison." " Where is he ?" asked the wife, bowing her head. "Taken precious good care to get out of the way ; and I advise him never to return, even if the Russian Empire Insurance Compa- ny does agree to compound the matter," sneer- ed Richard. "Never to return I" repeated Mrs. Hearn mechanically, almost absently, as if the full meaning of the terrible words had not dawned on her. "We can ill afford it, but our brother's dis- honesty compels us to pay this enormous sum. Of course the house must go for what it will bring." Thus spake Jared Ilearn, bringing the palms of his hands together with a prelim- inary business-like gesture. !Mrs. Hearn started. "The house is mine!" "And the money is our own," cried the brother, simultaneously. " Is it easier for us to part with it than you ?" There was a profound silence in the room. A fierce conflict raged in this woman's breast. She knew her right to the home, endeared to her by countless ties; her husband bade her retain it. If she relinquished this shelter, her children were cast adrift on the world. Their future was to be decided by the step. On the other hand, to be galled by debt to these men, pitiless to her as long as they retained their own position, was to leave uneffaced a stain on her husband's honor which lay in her power to remove. " Take the house," she said at length. "And now oblige me, gentlemen, by leaving me alone." The brothers departed with alacrity; they had gained their point. "Of course you will go into the country somewiicrc, and live within your means," was Jared Hearn's parting advice. She made no response. The iron had en- tered into her soul. A low, shuddering cry rang through the silent house ; later, and Peg- gy found her. JOSEPH THE JEW. CI "We shall do our duty by them," said Jarcd to his wife. " Let 'em go to work," she replied. Mrs. Hearn, in her secret soul, did not ob- ject to seeing the rich, extravagant llearns brought down a peg, but she took refuge in a belief that misfortune would develop to their good somehow, as afflictions arc ordered above. The house and furniture were sold for twenty- five thousand dollars, which Mrs. Ilearn hurled at her creditors with a feverish eagerness. This sale left her with an income of fifteen hundred dollars, and no home. The matter was hushed np, forgotten in the busmess community, where fresh waves break ever over sunken rocks. Tlie Kussian Empire Insurance Company announced itself satisfied witii tlie result, and the Ilearn brothers gained considerable glory in the transaction. Mrs. Ilearn 's sacrifice was never known. At that time appeared in the leading journals of England, France, Germany, Italy, and South America, a paragrajih warning A. II. of Xew York never to return. If the wife had known the place of his exile, she would have taken her pittance to share witli him. She did not dare to risk her all in a perilous search whicli might prove fruitless, and v.aited for tidings, lie was ever the same to her pardoning, pitying love. "Peggy, you must do better for yourself now," she said, looking around the dismantled house. " Florence Ilearn, you may put me out and shet the door jest because I hain't got a soul to care about besides them children, but I'll come and sit on the door-step, sure as you're alive." From which easy mode of address it will be seen tliat Mrs. Hearn was too familiar with her nurse, or that it is impossible to make a serv- ant of a "free-born" American woman, with the power of rising lying ever dormant in her nature. "There is your brother,"objectedMrs. Ilearn. " He may leave you his money if you go to take care of him." "Let him ! He hasn't given me a fip, liv- ing these ten years," returned Peggy, still un- convinced. The Albert Hearns hid themselves, much to the satisfaction of their relatives. They changed their abiding - place, always hoping to better their condition, with the restlessness which will cling to us while we are a nomad peo])le. When the parks of Colorado are permanently settled, and the Pacific Railroad is a line of thriving cities, tlie moss of family tradition and ghostly legends may attach to our names ; until then. the generations still living in the home of fa- ther and grandfather may easily be counted. We are like the hermit-crabs, always deserting our shells to seek a larger mansion. For two years tha llearns boarded in the shoe-maker's little red house under the hill, and the children grew to assimilate with the shock- headed urchins of the household. Mrs. Ilearn was never the same after the interview with her brothers-in-law. For the first time a cup of humiliation was held to her lijjs, and imbit- tered her whole after-hfe. Gradually the en- tire charge of the family devolved on Peggy. The nurse had made herself the messenger to tlie Hearns during the sale of the house, and had given them "apiece of her mind" at part- ing rarely spiced with feminine indignation. The spirit of the Old Bay State had been strong within Peggy from tlie cradle ; she was not to be put down by any body. "Why don't you buy a new gown, Peggy?" asked Miss Ethel. At an early age she was mindful of such matters. "Because I can't afford it," replied Peggy. "Why don't you ask your rich brother to give you one?" said the little girl, with the calm persistency children display in pinning older people. "Law, child, he's dead I" "Your brother dead, and you have never heard from him !" exclaimed Mrs. Ilearn. "He ain't likely to say nothin' after he's dead, is he? Folks don't, generally." " Oh, my poor Peggy ! I hoped that he would have provided for your old age." "I guess I can take care of my own old age." Mrs. Hearn said no more. She inferred that Peggy's pride was more hurt than she was disposed to confess by this slight on the part of her nearest relative. Peggy, when alone, gave* vent to a nervous laugh. " I never told a lie before. I alius hated liars. The Lord forgive me. I reckon He will, this time." The summer waned, and autumn brought no vivid splendor of changing foliage — only drip- ping, monotonous rain. Olive Ilearn, a seri- ous, thoughtful young girl, stood by the window one day when Peggy went to the post-office. It was always a moment of eager suspense to the mother. God, if some tidings might come I A fog hung low over the brown hills, pools of water stood in the road, leaves fluttered from the trees to increase the harvest of sodden, reeking vegetation already under foot. The 62 JOSEPH THE JEW. bell of the little white meeting-house was toll- 1 The Hcarn girls grew up entirely alone, ing slowly for a passing soul, and all the village Such an influence does a mother wield, that paused to listen. Peggy walked along the ])ath at a brisk pace. There was a letter for Mrs. Hearn. With whitening lips and trembling hands, she open- ed it. The missive was in an unknown hand- writing, and briefly stated that she could occu- •p/ a house for life in the town of Shcllport. " Oh ! the sea. To live beside the water," inurmiired the sick woman. "Who done it?" inquired Peggy, abruptly. " One of my husband's family, probably ; and I am grateful." She was none the less glad that she need not thank tlicm, the form of tlrc benefit being anonymous. Then tlie Ilearns went to dwell in tlie lit- tle house beyond tlie beach. Here the mother ■ discovered her position to be a peculiar one. The dividing-line between classes was more distinctly defined in this town than is usual in America. The native population devoted ev- ery energy to making money out of summer visitors. Such an interest develops in a town sordid avarice in undue proportion to other qualities. Not a shop or a house, from the big hotels to the pretty villa, but was a "catch- penny " for the season. The mortal born in Shcllport might anywiiere be known by the speculative, hungry intelligence of the glance which he bestowed on a stranger. To insnare unwary birds, Shcllport plotted in the drow- sy, quiet winter, spread tempting nets in the spring-time, and counted its gains, with many chuckles of satisfaction, in the autumn. To such a community the Hearns occupied a false position. They were too poor to hold an equal- ity with the 'summer visitors, yet above the greedy towns-people. Jared and Richard Hearn would have sneer- ed at the false pretensions of this feeble motlier in dreading to have her children brought in con- tact with a coarser element of mind than her own. It would have afforded the uncles satis- faction to have Olive and Ethel established in life as the wives of respectable Shcllport gro- cers and bakers, provided their world never knew. And how should their world know? We are too busy climbing upward ourselves to search for the wounded ones who have crept away out of siglit to die. According to Mrs. Jared's theory, people al- ways found their proper level after a while. The lap^of years never softened the segy of injury fcreby the brothers that Albert hlpdis- graiied them, and forced them to pay the price of disgrace. ^ her choice became their own. If they longed for youthful society, it was not such as they could attain. A part of the false position they occujiied was this proud isolation. Not that Shclljiort cared. The Hearns were evidently poor, did not live in style, or entertain hand- somely ; and Shcllport, measuring peojjle al- ways by the depth of their ])urse, cared not a straw whether they lived or died. I doubt but such seclusion in a small town is more painful than the prying curiosity of villages. The element of coquetry in Ethel Hearn was powerful ; the incense of admiration from any source gratified her vanity. Herein laj' her danger. On the other hand, the Chateaux en Espagne of girlhood — a solitary girliiood — while they were as absurdly ambitious as pos- sible, saved her from stooping to sip at every brackish pool. The like of robes worn by Ethel Hearn were never wrought in earthly loom ; before the gems of her pantre those of royalty might well fade ; and Versailles has no more stately salons than those through which she swept, as she sat, with h;Jr-closed eyes, on the garret stair, in a patch of warm sunshine, studying her French lesson. The education of the sisters was curious. Tlie mother shrank from the ])ublic school — a small, dilapidated fountain of learning at the best. 3'eggy uplfeld her, despite her own strong common sense, and respect for learning. "They must be taught so that they can shift for themselves, mebbe. They may need to earn their own bread, and never go back on them uncles anyhow," said Peggy. Then the nurse set herself to accomplishing it. No danger of contaminating her by a jour- ney of discovery through the main street or by- ways. She found an Italian lady, who, strand- ed in a foreign land of which she had heard fabulous promises, and was now reajiing the sad reality, agreed to instruct the Hearn girls several hours daily for a moderate sum. She educated them after her fashion. Latin be- came a second mother-tongue. Ethel could glide musically into the liquid verse of Petrarch, when her knowledge of her own national his- tory was far from extensive. The English branches devolved on tlie moth- er; and as attacks of illness were frequent with her, there were sad gaps in the lessons, until Olive undertook to combine student and teach- er, by puzzling her steady little head over un- finished tasks at odd moments. Tliere was a small case of worn, much-used JOSEPH THE JEW. C3 books in the mother's room, which brought more real pleasure tlian many a library bound in gohl and calf-skin. "No matter how poor I am, no matter tliough the prosperous of my own time will not enter my obscure dwelling ; if learned men and poets will enter and take up their abode under my roof; if Milton will cross my thresli- old to sing to mc of Paradise, and Shakspcare open to me the worlds of imagination and the workings of tlic human heart, I shall not pine for want of intellectual companionship, though excluded from what is called the best society in the place where I live." Shellport boasted a circulating library, kept liy a queer old man, where the Ilearn girls brought to the light of day many a stray ro- mance, which was read aloud in the mother's presence, and furnished food for endless discus- sion while in progress of perusal, there being a code of honor that no one should peep ahead in the narrative. Tiie daughters were thus comparatively well provided with mental culture ; but Nicholas Ilearn, the male element, was a source of per- plexity to the whole household : a red-haired boy, with a droll unconcerned face, and a tend- ency to frayed elbows. It was impossible to impose responsibility on him, for he shed care from the feathers of his nature as readily as a bird does moisture. Nicholas Ilearn had no pride, no self-respect, as Peggy repeatedly assured him. He con- sorted with the lowest boys of the town, with- out feeling himself one whit lowered in the so- cial scale, apparently ; he was discovered to be on friendly terms with a pugilist, and he main- tained truly amicable relations with a ferocious saloon-keeper. He went to the public school cheerfully, learned what he chose, and no power of persuasion could make him learn that which he did not choose. The future of such a boy presented discouragement even to the mind of Peggy. In the mean while she gave him grumblingly all the stray pennies collected in a tin bank on the kitchen chimney-piece. To his credit be it said, that sorely as he needed pennies at times, Nicholas Ilearn never touch- ed the bank without Peggy's permission. He was healthy, noisy, fond of his mother, with a subdued wonder, when he entered her room on tiptoe, that any one could endure such a pent- up life, instead of skurrying across the beach, and climbing about the docks as he did ; bois- terously affectionate toward his nurse, and ad- dicted to taunting the girls. The son came like a whirlwind into the quiet house, slam- ming doors, jarring the china, ana upsetting ev- ery article which happened to be alilt. There was one redeeming trait that Nicholas devel- oped very early — an electric buoyancy of hope and courage, the gift of perfectly contenting him- self with very little. Such trials as came to his boyhood could no more submerge his red head than a cork can be forced to bottom. At the age of fourteen, he was a homely, common youth, without a trace of his father's elegance about him. He formed his own resolution, for he seldom consulted any body. He was going to college. As a preliminary step, he went straight to the clergyman of St. Chrysostom. The rector was a cold, precise man, of studi- ous habit, who satisfied himself with reaching the heart of his people from the pulpit on Sun- day, and then disappeared into his study for the week. According to his lights, the Reverend Hex- ham White was strictly conscientious, and he believed he was doing a great duty by the world, in compiling a work on Egyptian relics. Thus, while his eyes were fixed on his manu- script, many shadows flitted across the Shell- port sun of which he knew nothing, and the grief of warm human lives was bitter, because the pilot was not at the helm in the hour of need. " I am going to college," said Nicholas Hearn, entering on the subject of his visit without pre- amble. " I don't expect that I have learned near enough to pass an examination. You must know lots ; will you teach mc? I haven't got any money." The Reverend Hexham White had never heard the like of such simple audacity in his life. He looked at his pile of writings in a bewildered way, then his glance strayed to an engraving of Christ blessing little children on the opposite wall. The Christian conquered. " Come here to-morrow morning, and I will find j-on a place to study." Nicholas went promptly, and he got on fa- mously with the clergyman afterward. The Reverend Hexham White fitted him thorough- ly for college, and he had an apt pupil, for the lad's heart was in the work. Nicholas confess- ed to Peggy that he was studying with the rec- tor, but prevailed upon her to keep the matter a secret. This step taken, he thanked and left his kind friend. The.rector was not made aware that Nicholas Hearn had not the first dollar with which to enter college jUhe boy decided not to "bother "his instructorTurther. The latter knew abstractedly tliat a family of the name of Ilearn dwelt in a house bevond G4 JOSErH THE JEW. the beacli, but tliey might as well have lived in anotlier hemisphere. Every Sabbath he dis- pensed the weekly ration of spiritual food to serious, devout Olive, in a remote seat of St. Chrysostom's church, but the family did not rent a prominent pew — could not allbrd to do so, in fact, and tiiey were to him as jjliantoms. The inference that he recognized only his rich parishioners would be an unjust one ; but he walked aloof, and was not likely to see objects not forced ujion him. His sympathy was not a divining-rod, pointing the way to tlie hidden needs of the soul. Ah I Reverend IIe.\ham White, I behold thee now, sparse, dry, with close-cropped gray hair, holding the golden sands in thy cold hands, and seeing dimly, oh, so dimly, through a nar- row casement, the boundless radiance of God's day. At tliis time Jared and liicliard Ilearn re- ceived tlieir first direct communication from Albert's family since I\Irs. Ilearn left her home. It was from their nephew asking them to ad- vance the money requisite to send him to col- lege. Neither of them were college-bred men. Nicholas, entirely ignorant of the wrath his presumption kindled, got letters containing se- vere advice about learning a trade or going into a store, and some sarcasms as to his lofty aspirations, which failed to singe him in the least. He was not hurt, as his sisters would have been, but a little surprised considering that such rich men might " give a fellow a lift;" then he quietly destroyed the letters, without saying a word to any one. He had a double motive for this secrecy. He would not have the family income pinched, the mother's luxuries curtailed, to give him the money. He kept his own counsel, and awaited his oppor- tunity. Indeed, the opportunity might not have occurred at all to another boy as it did to Nicholas Ilearn. At a very early age he be- lieved in the adage that Providence gives us nuts, expecting us to crack them, and he went along his path searching eagerly for the nuts. Wealth did not possess the great value in his eyes which might have been expected, from the beautiful glimpses he obtained. He saw rich boys riding sleek ponies, in natty top-boots and velvet caps, while he trudged through the dust; and it did occur to him that it would be nice to ride, yet the thought had no bitterness of discontent. The rich boys were like the aristolochia, growing in a good soil, warmed by the benignant sunlight, and laving delicate stems in the river's flow. Nicholas was the houseleek, flourishing on a particle of sand in a sterile spot. He scarcely knew what lie wanted, except to go to college. Beyond that point his thoughts whirled with dazzling flashes and scintillations. Tlius matters stood when Nicholas es])ied his nut on a high branch, climbed, and grasped it. He went to college. CHAPTER XYIIL THE MOTHERS STORY. THE day after Etliel Hearn's tiiumpli at St. Chrysostoin's Easter celebration was her nineteenth birthday. Sirs. Ilearn and Peggy endeavored to keep up the anniversaries of the year to the children all the more tenderly be- cause there was no one else to remember them. Tlie ingenuity of the two women was won- derful. A chain of pleasant associations was made to bind the little household together, the links kept bright by this friction of remem- brance. Etlicl's birthday differed from previous ones only in tlie matter of the mother's gift, which tlic latter made a mystery. "Our child has proved herself a distinguish- ed singer, and her present must be musical," she said, smiling. " I shall defer giving it un- til evening, when I will tell you a story." The mother's chief talent lay in story-tell- ing. Her descriptions were graphic ; she car- ried the thread of the narration so skillfully that the interest never flagged ; and, owing to a latent dramatic power, her look and gesture portrayed the character described. From ear- ly infancy the children had clustered about her knee, to catch the words which fell from her lips. There was a dinner compounded wholly of Ethel's favorite dishes, and Mrs. Hearn was sufficiently well to preside, A green parrot was borne home in triumph by Nicholas from the wharves, supposed to have been obtained in barter with a sailor ; a shawl, knitted sur- reptitiously, was presented by the little sister ; and a pair of beautiful kid gloves from Peggy. Then, when twilight gathered in the moth- er's room, she produced a small teak-wood box, kept all these years from prying young eyes, as she fondly imagined, and bade Ethel open it. The girl obeyed, and drew forth the gold cord, 5 with tlic pendant attached, which she had worn on the night of Mr. Raines's arrival. The pend- ent was a beryl, oblong in shape, framed in dull, yellow gold, which showed the rude work of the Oriental smith's hammer. On the surface of the stone were exquisitely engraved these delicate Persian characters : "I have reserved until to-night, children, telling you a story, which seems like a fairy tale, yet is entirely true." The two girls nestled close to the arm-chair, which was drawn up to the window, from which the faint rose-tints of the dying day could be seen tinging sea and sky. Nicholas held his head between his two hands, as if he feared it would fly off. The son's manners were not less angular after a sojourn at college, and the means which granted hira this advan- tage were permitted to remain a secret to his sisters. Peggy, plying her needles busily, sat just within the door. " My grandfather was an Englishman. Wc are all of direct English descent, with the ex- ception of my own father. My grandfather was an honest, brave young man, whose worth was appreciated by his employers. They made him captain of a merchant-vessel." " What did he look like ?" asked Olive. " Sly mother had a quaint ivory portrait of him given to her, for the reason that she had never seen him. He was ruddy, fair, and strong ; not over two-and-thirty when — But I must not anticipate my story. He married a young girl of his native town on the Devon- shire coast, the physician's daughter; and soon CG JOSEPH THE JEW. after, in all the pride of his new dignity, sailed nwav to tiic East, commanding a large ship. Montlis chipsed ; my mother was born ; and letters came in wliicli tiie sailor dcscriljcd the ports he visited. Then tidings rciiched not only the little sea-port under the hill, hut the pulilic, through the news])aper3. lie had ren- dered n service to a rajah, one of those cruel despots who wield such tyrannical power over their subjects. "The rajah, enthroned in his jialacc, with walls of polished chunam, jiaiutcd in curious designs of animals and fruits, and carved ve- randas, wafe ])erinitled by his British rulers to reap a harvest from J'oppy, rice, and cotton fields. His city was beautiful to gaze upon at a distance, for the softening atmosphere made tlie buildings appear like dazzling mar- ble, with slender towers, gilded sj)ires, and cupolas crowning the Moslem mosques. But an entrance speedily dispelled these illusions. The houses were plaster and whitewash ; dirt and decay were everywhere visible ; groups of ragged soldiery lounged about gate-ways ; in the narrow streets mere cells of shops disjilay- ed rich wares of gold embroideries, precious stones, and sober elejjhants wended their way along. " The rajah's palace was protected by high walls and many courts. There he lived, chew- ing bctcl-nut, anointing himself with delicious perfumes, chaining tigers brought from the jun- gle, and decking them with gold collars, and torturing his subjects. Wherever he went, the people fell prostrate before him, and slaves trembled at his frown, for the prince was a vio- lent man. It hapi)oned that an old priest de- fied him ; the Brahman, insolent in the secu- rity of spiritual power, protested that the ruler had encroached on the rights of the temple. The position was dangerous. The rajah had never been thwarted, and, moreover, rebellion among the people might be incited by a priest. The holy man disappeared. For a time won- der and fear prevailed in the city, then the ex- citement subsided. The priesthood maintain- ed quiet. At this juncture my grandfather ar- rived, and became an interested spectator of a religious festival then transpiring. The rajah was exceedingly devout, and took a prominent part in the services. "A fiiquir was brought before him, wlio prom- ised to counterfeit death for six months in the interest of his religion, provided he could be entombed in the inner court of the palace. The rajah assented. My grandfiither watch- ed the proceedings, disbelieving in the fanatic, and, as an Englishman, was permitted a fore- most place' of observation. The facpiir pas- sively submitted to being placed in a bag, his ears and nostrils stopi)ed with wax, his tongue thrust back to close the mouth, and buried in the court, with a stone jjlaced above him and sealed. This singular experiment of suspend- ed animation has been frequently tried in the East with success, and the faquir unearthed alive after the lapse of months. My grandfa- ther did not credit it. He had an interview with the rajah, which resulted in his remain- ing at the palace overnight. This was an un- usual concession ; but the cause was urgent. Tiie Englishman requested to be allowed to watch tiie buried faquir, entirely without the cognizance of the household, and also that no guard should be placed about the tomb, as was customary for several nights after the inter- ment of a fanatic. " My grandfather placed himself in the shad- ow of the veranda leading from his apartment, which was also in the main building occupied by the prince, and fixed his gaze on the tomb in the centre of the court. At midnight he was rewarded by seeing two figures glide from op- l)osite directions toward the sci)ulchrc. They advanced fearfully, often glancing around, and proceeded to remove the stone slab. My grand- father recognized them as slaves of the pal- ace. The faquir was raised and placed on the ground, where he remained in a sitting pos- ture, motionless. One of the slaves poured water on his head, and soon he entirely re- vived. The slaves vanished, and my grand- father supposed that the fanatic would make good his escape. "Imagine his astonishment when the faquir approached, holding some glittering object in his hand. The faquir crawled along, and final- ly disappeared in the darkness, but not until the Englishman had seen that he grasped a dagger. Thoroughly aroused to danger, my grandfather followed. At first he fancied that he might have personally excited the faquir's anger as an unbeliever, and that he was now seeking revenge. When the Englishman reach- ed the entrance to the rajah's quarters, he was dumb with amazement. The slaves who guarded the place were lying in a heavy stupor on their mats. They had evidently been drug- ged. No doubt remained of the faquir's mo- tive ; he intended to assassinate the prince — a vengeance probably plotted by the priesthood. " He stepped over the prostrate servants as if he did not fear arousing them, and entered the rajah's inner chamber. The poniard was .fOSEPH THE JEW. 67 arrested by a strong hand ; the prince o])ened his eyes to bcliold the faquir writhing in the grasp of the unbeliever. The holy man broke away and fled. You may be sure that my grandfather did not identify any of the wretch- ed slaves, but the rajah made him a magniK- cent present. All that a man has will he give for his life ; and the rajah was no exception to the rule, although my grandfather would have defended any fellow-creature in distress. Let- ters were written home descriptive of the gift." Jlrs. Ilearn paused, and looked out on the sea, following one of those trains of tliouglit whicli bring a host of doubts to anxious minds ; misgivings as to the wisdom of God in avert- ing to other channels the fulfillment of our right. As if mortals might trace tlie whole pattern of which tliey are single threads ! iSho reflected how ditlerent the children's lot would be at that moment if the rajah's gift had de- scended to them, or even a portion of it. " What was it ?" questioned the girls, eagerly. "A diamond?" hazarded Nicholas. "A power of money, or an Injy shawl," sug- gested Peggy, rubbing her nose with a knit- ting-needle. "It was a necklace of flexible gold, my grandfather wrote, and one blaze of precious stones. The clasp was composed of large dia- monds ; on every link glittered incrustations of emeralds, rubies, pearls, amethysts, and sap- phires. Three pendants were attached to the clasp, of inferior value, but greatly prized as talismans. Indeed the rajah seemed to con- sider it the greatest mark of favor to part with the inscribed stones, as superstition ascribed rare virtues to them. My grandfather detacli- ed this one, had a scribe translate it, and sent it home : '0 JJieu preservez vioi des r/ens qui ne suivent pas vos chemins droits.' " Ethel repeated the motto mnsingly. " This gift my grandfather felt assured would bring him a fortune. If he could not sell it to some monarch who could afford so costly a toy, the separated gems would be of great value. After that he sailed for home, and the sky clouded just when my grandmother hoped anx- iety was past. The Royal Maid was missing. She had touched at Cape Town, and sailing away toward St. Helena, vanished forever from mortal eyes. A ship picked up a fragment of wreck known to belong to the Roijal Maid. Tiien my grandmother yielded to her grief. 'Perished at sea!' was the knell that rang on many a widowed heart. A year later a let- ter came from an unexpected quarter — South America. JIv grandfather had been wrecked in a typhoon, and had floated for days on a hastily-constructed raft, with a Jew and four seamen." "They lived on hard -tack and very little water, and after a while began to think of eat- ing each other up," interposed Nicholas, tri- umphantly. " Horrible !" shuddered the girls. "They were sighted by a vessel bound for South America, and were taken to port safely. My grandfather wrote that he had secured the rajah's gift about his body. While waiting for a homeward-bound vessel, a disabled ship ar- rived, the captain and mate having died of a fever. Jly grandfather accepted the command. These were his last words. The ship arrived, with scanty crew and no captain. Oft' the West Indies they were overhauled by a buc- caneer, one of the pirates who infested the re- gion then much as the Malays do the Indian Ocean. This robber swept off every coin of gold and silver, and he cruelly shot my grand- father. One of the sailors told my grandmoth- er that the' Jew had a surprising quantity of jewels secreted about his person, but the buc- caneer stripped him. So, my dears, the brave sailor Avas killed, and the necklace lost to us forever. I give Ethel the pendant which was sent before, and hope that it may prove indeed a talisman." Mrs. Hearn had scarcely ceased speaking when the gate swung open to admit a woman, who walked slowly up the little path with the aid of a gold-headed cane. Once she paused and looked back, her sombre form clearly de- fined against the evening sky, then approached the door. Perhaps the woman advancing on their path was as unconscious as the Hearns how much she had to do with their future lives. A visitor was an event. The invalid trem- bled, and shrank back into her chair. The sis- ters exchanged a glance of wonder, and gave to their attire a rapid, feminine smooth of the hand. Nicholas alone was entirely unmoved, and sat whistling softly, thinking of the bucca- neer. Peggy strode to Mrs. Hearn's side. " Don't you fret," she said, soothingly ; "you sha'n't see any body you ain't a mind to." "Excuse me as not being well enough to see strangers ; say any thing to keep her away," whispered Mrs. Hearn. • The stranger, ignorant of the tumult she had occasioned, rang the sharp, vibrating little bell, and was ushered into the tiny parlor by Peggy. It was Miss Raines. The two girls went in shyly. What could Miss Raines, res- GS JOSEPH THE JEW. idcnt of a great house, wish of them ? Miss liiiincs wished a pieat deal. She scanned tlie !piness of this kind comes usually once, at least, to every woman's lot, but it rarely has the ingredients the cup possessed for Olive Ilearn. Siie would have been grateful for the profl'ered love of any good man, even if she could not have accepted it, but the oft'ering daz- zled her when it came from this young god, with a wide field of choice open to him. In the stories told by the mother, Ethel was al- ways the fairy princess, and Olive the hearth- flower. These roots struck deeper into the lit- tle sister's natural humility than the story-tell; er realized. " I do not know how you can prefer me to other girls. If you had only seen Ethel first !" she would say to this hero, with the light of l)erfect trust in her clear, serene eye. The response was some re-assuring caress. At times this modesty annoyed him ; at oth- ers, afi'orded gratification. What right had the best girl in Christendom to lay herself at his feet, as it were? Pleasant the task of raising her, however. As for this Ethel he heard, so much about, she must be pretty, certainly, and all that, but he would willingly balance his choice against any power of attraction she might possess. Soon must come a change from the pleasant, idle life of convalescence and delightfid petting, to which tlie soul of man is not insensible. Especially grateful to Nelson was the delicate, womanly influence, reared as he had been in that dark city home. Change was coming, although they rested on the very brink in calm content. They were seated by the parlor window one sultry morning, Nelson in the large arm-chair, the little sister reading " Lucille " aloud. The young man's gaze rested placidly on the dainty figure beside him, and he imprisoned her dis- engaged hand in his broad palm. There had been active discussions as to whether Nelson resembled Alfred Fargrave or Luvois. Olive insisted playfully that he was like the former. Her voice trembled as she read, "I follow the way Ilcaven loads me ; I can not foresee to what end. I kuow only that far, far away, it must teud From all places in which we have met, Far away I— onward— upward !" "Ah, how common and mean we seem after that!" "Nonsense," returned Nelson. "Lucille is an ideal woman." " I know," assented Olive. "All the greater pity." "The reality is so much better, my dear lit- tle girl." A warmth of affection underlying the insignificant words brought a becoming blush to Olive's cheek. " IIow is mamma, children?" inquired a sweet, demure voice. There stood a girl in the door-way, smiles of saucy amusement dimpling her face, a pres- ence of exuberant life and loveliness. Nelson sprang to his feet. Surely he had seen her before. Where? In church, wlien he was a lad. But she was young. "Do not rise, I beg, I know all about it," pursued the stranger, with that indefinable mockery in her tone, while her glance broke in JOSEPH THE JEW. 79 a thousand sparkles over the young man. He [ d.ny. She must stay with her mother, slic said. Nor was she more coinpanionahle the next day. After breakfast she ajipcared, equipped for a walk. "You do not know Nelson a bit," demurred Olive. "I shall have plenty of time for that agree- al)lc employment. Wlicn you arc married, I will spend half of my time at your house," said Ethel, drawing on her gloves. "After broth- er-in-law recovers the use of his limb, he may escort me out," she added, inclining her head gracefully, and glancing roguislily at him from beneath her silky lashes. Every thing was just the same as before, Nel- son kept assuring himself. Olive read, Nich- reddened uncomfortably ; evidently she was making fun of him. '"Oh, Eiiiel dear, we did not cxjiect you so soon," said Olive, embracing her joyfully. "Very likely," replied Ethel, making a little ntoiie, which a handsome girl can only do suc- cessfully. " Well, brother-in-law, do you tliink you would recognize me again if we happened to meet?" " I beg your pardon," began Nelson, con- fusedly. "Granted," said Ethel, with airy imperti- nence. "Where is that explosive brother of mine ? Cupid loaded the boiler, I suppose. Such a fortunate accident I Wliv am I home so soon ? You wish to know, little sister. Well, olas came and went ; yet he vaguely regretted as a poor relation I was not a success, my love." i tlie absence of this girl, who was so " awfully Ethel was gone, and appeared no more that ' pretty," and "set a fellow down confoundedly." CEAPTER XXIV. A POOR RELATION, IT w.is impossiljle to conceal tlie reason for Etliel's return from lier mother. Up stairs the whole history was revealed, which the girl's pride forced her to conceal beneath light words in the presence of Nelson Thorne. Ethel had received her first sliarp lesson, and was still wounded. Kichard Ilearn had invited her to his citj' home in the summer season, when his world was out of town ; not with premeditation, but because his wife advised it. Etiiel found the family to consist of her uncle, tolerant of her presence, surprised by her beauty, and disposed to patronize her; for it deliglited the heart of Richard Ilcarn to consider liimself rather an easily-imposed-upon, generous man : her aunt, handsome and cold, apt to mourn over the fol- lies of society, and the price of her rich toilets as diverted from missionary channels, yet wear- ing them all the same ; and the daughter, Clara Ilearn, a high -shouldered, plain girl, fond of horses and talking English slang. No amount of costly apparel could ever make Clara Ilearn elegant ; she was one of those daughters who sutler from comparison with their own mothers. Behind her back Mrs. Ilearn's dearest friends remarked, " What a pity it is that poor, dear Clara is so shockingly plain. Her mother was quite a beauty once." Ethel, sensitive and proud, was received ami- ably by her uncle, with scrutinizing disfavor by her aunt, and pleasantly by Clara, as a compan- ion of her own age. The first walk taken by the cousins was marked by an event to both. Captain Lacer, in search of fugitive Ethel, and surmising that she was in the city, met them. What more natural than that he should join the young ladies ? What more natural than that he should be impressed with tlie stately exterior of Ricliard Ilearn's residence, and pro- ceed forthwith to inquire what that gentleman's j standing actually was. The girls went home brimful of the adventure. Jlrs. Ilearn, in In- j dia muslin and mauve silk, stood at tlic win- dow using her eyeglass. "Who was that gentleman?" "A friend of Ethel's. No end of a swell, mamma." "My dear child, is this best? You came here to study." " Best," echoed Ethel, coloring brilliantly. "One does not have the latitude of the country allowed in town, you know. Are you engaged ?" "Oh no," asserted Ethel, hastily, yet with a little complacency. She could marry Captain Lacer; even her aunt perceived that already. Sirs. Ilearn tapped on the glass softly, and made no further comment. The captain called, sanctioned by an intro- duction to Richard Hearn at the club. He greeted Ethel w-ith a tender familiarity when they were alone, but he rode out with Clara Ilearn, because Ethel had neither horse nor riding-habit. Ethel attributed the captain's search for her to his acknowledged devotion, and accei)ted the triumph. She believed that she liked him very much. She was prepared to consider herself absolutely hajijiy in marr}-- ing him. Fancy had less to do with this res- olution than circumstances, but she was not aware of it. The captain had sought her; longed to see her; determined to win her at all costs before leaving Shellport ; afterward ho had wavered in his resolution. He was madly in love with Ethel when he came, he assured himself; but beyond was Clara Ilearn, flattered by his attentions, an only daughter, and the in- heritor of Richard Ilearn's wealth. It is not an elevated type of humanity to contemplate, but one found every day. He preferred Ethel — slie was his fancy, his day-dream; but his moth- JOSEPH THE JEW. 81 er's lesson was bearing fruit, v.-hile the pressure of debt warned him to stifle sentiment. The settlements of Mrs. Raines's fortune rested on the tenure of her life ; all other property be- longed to John Raines. With Clara Ilearn as his wife, Captain Lacer could lead the life of his choice; without, her he must be banished to some remote fort or station, and an existence of moping poverty. The young man felt him- self aggrieved, miserable, ill-used; but there seemed to be no help for it, he must give up Ethel, and take her cousin. "Where did you meet Captain Lacer?" in- quired Mrs. Hearn. Ethel stood at the window watching the de- parture of Clara, with the gentleman in ques- tion in attendance, with a wistful longing to be one of the party. Ethel was not as patient as the little sister ; there were envy and jealousy in her heart. She would look better in the saddle than Clai'a, and the captain's defection stung her keenly, although she did not fully understand it as yet. "At Shellport." "Do you visit the Raines family?" Mrs. Hearn was smiling, and smoothing her laces with a caressing touch. "Yes," said Ethel, flushing uncomfortably. "I was not aware of it." Volumes can be condensed into a sentence. ilrs. Hearn had no desire to make Ethel's stay an agreeable one. Ethel was a dangerous guest, and the lady understood to perfection the art of making an unwelcome visitor uncom- fortable, without any act of overt rudeness. Moreover, she was getting the best of this af- fair, so plainly was it to be seen that Captain Lacer's interest had been wholly transferred to her own daughter, much to the mother's sat- isfaction. Clara would have money — Captain Lacer, family ; the alliance was in every par- ticular desirable. Ethel was walking through a path of thorns. She missed the sympatliy of her own family, she longed for Miss Rtflnes's kind indulgence. Her musical studies led her through a vale of discouragement. The Herr Professor was saturnine in disposition ; he raved over false notes in a terrifying outburst of mingled English and German ; he rapped his pupil's knuckles smartly at the repetition of a , mistake; he was chary of praise. How glad- ly would the girl have returned to good David Brownson, less learned, perhaps, yet far more gentle. ^ It was already late in the summer, and the Heams were making preparations for a speedy departure to a fashionable watering - place, 6 when Captain Lacer requested to see Ethel one day. It is needless to add that the rela- tive from Shellport had no place in these plans. If she continued her lessons she was to remain in the deserted city house, where Richard Hearn would be detained much of the time by business. The aunt had no intention of taking Ethel where she would cast her own daughter in the shade. Who can tell what difi'erence it might have made in Ethel's whole life, had her aunt set aside self, and given her this one sip of innocent pleasure ? Certainly it would have softened much of the angry bit- terness with which she was disposed to regard life — not life really, but her experience of it. Ethel entered the parlor, haughty and indiffer- ent. Time was when such a summons would have made her nerves quiver with pleasurable anticipations ; now she knew that she had noth- ing agreeable to expect. She hated Captain Lacer very cordially. The emotion he had aroused in her heart was not suiEcienth' pow- erful to stand the test of needless humiliation. His value was not enhanced by loss half as much as her o\vn pride was wounded. " Do you want vie?" she inquired, elevating her eyebrows. Her first salutation had been a trifle sullen. He looked at her regretfully a moment before replying. She might have been his own ; he knew that she loved him, and he must give up all. Men like Captain Lacer are turned aside by straws ; it does not require mountains to check their progress. "I am all attention, only permit me to re- mind you that I go to my professor in ten min- utes." "You are cruel. I always bored yon, though." Ethel remained obstinately silent, looking at the carpet. Could she ever forgive this man for the position he had placed her in ? Among strangers, only too ready to find fault, he had heaped additional mortification on her, when there was much to bear besides. The silence was gi-owing awkward, the captain felt ill at ease, and Ethel would not help him. He had come dreading a scene, and how was he get- ting through with it ? " I want your assistance — ah ! that is, will you say a good word for me ? You knew me before, and we have been such excellent friends, Ethel," he said, imploringly, taking her hand. She knew what was coming, but must needs aifect ignorance. She withdrew her hand. "Say a good word?" she repeated. Was he afraid she would tell of him ? " I am going to propose to your cousin ; in 82 JOSEPH THE JEW. fact, we understand each other," said the cap- tain, in desperation, flicliing his boot with his cane. " I thought I would tell you first." A mist swam before Ethel's eyes, her liands grew icy cold, yet she steadied her voice to reply, " You wished to prepare me fur the shock, Captain Lacer? That was very kind. What is it to mo?" She tried to look at him steadily, but the rebellious tears would come. She could have struck herself as she felt them coursing down her cheeks. "At least, we part friends," he said, again extending liis hand. The scene was coming; he anticipated it with nervous trepidation, and he was by no means sure of the result. He would have liked to venture on a warmer salutation, only something in her face with- held him. Indeed, he Mas loath to give her up. " Friends, if you choose. Now I may go to my lesson." She got away after that. The face she turn- ed back toward the parlor door on the stairs was actually ugly with vindictive wrath. Eth- el's anger could liave moved mountains at that moment of intense resentment. " Oh, I am poor now, but I may be even with you yet," she said, with a quick sob. "Poor little girl. How hard to have to give her up. She stood it like a brick, too, by Jove !" soliloquized Captain Lacer, surveying l;imself discontentedly in the pier-glass. He went to his club, and drank brandy-and-soda, yet he was dissatisfied for the day, and many days after. The Hearns went away, witli Captain Lacer in attendance. IMrs. Ilearn, always wearing that meaning smile as of amusement at some- body's expense, gave Ethel a cool peck of a kiss, and hoped she would practice faithfully. Clara was really affectionate, bestowed on her cousin a lovely pearl fan of no earthly utility, and j)romised to write faithfully. After that, Ethel, with a certain stubbornness of pride, held to her music, and wandered about the silent house, until her uncle came home at night. The two were amicable. Neither were demon- strative — one from a feeling of superiority, the other from restraint. Kichard Hearn knew nothing of the little tragedy of Captain Lacer. Clara's success elated him ; for the ])aternal eye had never been blinded to her defects, and he was willing to support so noble a son-in-law for the con- nection. It never occurred to him to rank Ethel as a rival to his own daughter, while his wife kept her own counsel about many things. When tidings were received that the ladies would return for a week, en route to the mount- ains, Ethel's resolution failed. " 1 can not bear it," cried the girl, with an impatient stamp of the foot. She told her nnclc that she was going home, and she went. r CEAPTER XXV. THISTLES. YOU will hurt yourself." "I expect to prick my fingers many times before I learn wisdom. There! 1 will have it." A bright September day, with the atmos- phere sparkling and pure, and a breath of the night's frost lingering. Here and there in the hedges a scarlet vine gleamed among the green foliage, and the maples showed a few leaves of l^ale gold, but for the rest summer reigned. Two girls were on the bank, the warm shad- ings of their shawls and hat-feathers giving coh;r and life to the spot. A young man ac- companied them, previously listless, now roused to animation by the saucy-rdefiance of his com- panion, who persisted in gathering her own thistles. "Ethel will never allow me to help her," he said, reproachfull}-. " I do not need you," replied Ethel, blushing deeply, and with an expression of annoyance. "Wait until an emergency comes," laughed Olive. Then they seated themselves on the slope to patiently convert the thistles into balls of snowy down — Ethel, more perverse than usual, at a short distance from the others. A chord was out of tune; there was the jarring strain of dis- content in Ethel that morning. Nelson's fre- quent languor, in which he took refuge occa- sionally, after his illness, ass-imed also the moodiness of abstraction. The little sister was cheerful, and gently rallied her companions on their evident depression. "Whereupon Ethel roused herself to a tone of badinage. "We shall see whose pon-pon is the pretti- est," she said, gayly, brushing the purple flow- er-tip against her face,, and inhaling the faint sweetness. "What if mine turns out best?" retorted Olive; and indeed soon held up, gleefully, a compact little globe of the finest spun silk that glistened in the sun. " Sing to us, dear. Nelson would like the serenade on — " "A serenade by daylight? No, I thank you." Ethel would never sing to her sister's lover ; every entreaty had failed to make her. The temptation was great now, too great to be resisted. The clear voice breathed out the simple pathetic song of the Douglass, " tender and true," ending in a passionate appeal : "Do you know the truth up in heaven, Douglas ?" Nelson Thorne flushed and paled as he list- ened ; his was a nature luxuriant and impres- sionable to such influences as Ethel's smooth voice produced. His heart beat in his throat, and suffocated him, but he made no comment on the song. Olive rather wondered at his si- lence. Ethel was intent on her work again. The thistle burst its bonds of tough scales ; al- ready its promise was fair, when — an ngly worm crept out of the core. She flung it away with an exclamation of disgust. "Try another, or take mine," suggested Olive. "No ; no." Tlie girl bent Ioav over a bush, that they might not see her gathering tears. A fig for the thistle ! Ethel was miserable, and resent- ed intrusion. Every thing for Olive, even sound flowers; nothing for her but worm-eaten buds. The sufferings of youth, so keen, so in- surmountable, in the estimation of the sufl'erer, were usually counteracted by Ethel's buoyant health and consciousness of beauty. But to- day she could only think of the stings, the re- gret of passing youth, the wound of the cap- tain's marriage. 84 JOSEPH THE JEW. "What good is it to be handsome, if I never see any body in my prime," she was thinking, as she stared into the bush, where a delicate forest of leaves and twigs rose above licr head. Olive slipped her arm around her neck. "Is any tiling the matter?' " Nothing. I am watcliing a spider crochet- ing with its legs for a needle, and ruiming from loop to loop. I wonder if tliis exaniiilc of in- dustry furnished the model for the modern mat, wrought in baser cotton," said Etlicl, calmly, and successfully diverted attention to the busy insect. Nelson, watching them, noticed the gold cord which slipped from beneath Ethel's dress as she stooped. "Please allow me to look at it," he said, wiili sudden animation. But when he drew from his pocket a second pendant of dull gold, framing a beryl identical with the first, it was the girl's turn to be astonished. "Oh, where did you obtain it?" they ex- claimed. "I found this three years ago on the floor beneath my father's desk, where it had fallen without his knowledge. He allowed me to keep it. I carry it for luck, I fancy, and as a curiosity, besides." "What did he tell you about it? Where did he get it ?" " He told mc nothing." Then Olive repeated briefly the mother's story, and Nelson listened with interest ; yet when she had finished, he said, "I dare say they make these things by the bushel in the East, to sell to travelers as an- tique relics." This was so tame and practical a view, that the little sister could not help bestowing a glance of some contempt on Nelson. "Yours may be," she said. "You shall have another thistle, Ethel, as good as mine. Nelson, give me the knife. No, I am going myself. " "I shall not make another," called Ethel, hastily. Nelson took a few steps after duty, paused irresolutely, and came back to inclination. Neither sjjoke, but it was a troubled, eloquent silence. Ethel sat gazing straight before her to the horizon limit, as if unaware that his gaze was riveted on her. " I was wondering what we all shall be by tlie time wc reach over yonder," she finall/said, in a low tone, pointing to the clouds. "Never mind. Oli, you have hurt your hand." ISlic trembled at his tone, but she passive- ly allowed him to brush the blood-stains from her finger with his handkerchief. Ethel never flirted with Nelson. " How have I vexed yon ? Look at me once. You never look at me now." Ethel's mouth framed the words that never came ; he drew nearer to catch them, and the two beautiful faces just touched. The next moment Nelson, with pallid lips, as of one in deadly pain, was kissing the stained handker- chief passionately, murmuring hoarsely, "I will keep this until I die!" And then the fire leai)ed from Ethel's veiled eyes ; she swept away the stained cambric, ran swiftly down to the brink of the little pond be- low, wrapped a stone in it, and tossed it far out from the shore. "Never do that," she said, with a tremidous attempt at firmness, Olive was approaching over the brow of the hill with her harvest of thistles ; Ethel paused by the pond-brink, in advance of the others, looking back with regret, almost despair, and between was the young man. Above all brood- ed God's clear sky, where one day we shall see as we are seen. 0j&%M9^j^^<^m^ ■<^j^\:^^ CHAPTEE XXVI. PERIL. A DREARY day in ]\Iay. St. Clirysostom had cliimed in the Easter season without the voice of Ethel Hearn. The Raines family ■were in town, with the exception of the step- mother, who had gone to Europe with Captain and Mrs. Lacer. Tlie routine of life was unchanged in tlie small house. Nicholas and Nelson Thorne would graduate soon, when the latter would take unto himself a wife. This same hride in prospective went cheerfully ahout her home, where the most trifling details assumed a deep- er, holier significance. Ethel had no part in this joy beyond transient satisfaction in her sister's happiness, and she evaded tlie proflfer- ed kindness of !Miss Raines, from her very con- nection with Captain Laccr. She detested to think of him, and all associations belonging to him. Thus the elder lady made but trifling progress in any of her schemes for the girl's advancement, from a willful misunderstanding on the girl's own part. Perhaps these very ob- stacles enhanced Ethel's value in Miss Raines's estimation. Did wounded pride occasion sud- den blushes and tremors, when a well-known step was heard on the walk, the impulse to hide for hours unnecessary stiffness and liaugh- tiness of manner in welcoming the visitor af- terward ? Was Captain Lacer responsible for the vary- ing moods, the undertone of unhappiness, the lack of interest in any stated employment? She always felt bound to make herself disa- greeable to Nelson Thorne, and the eflfort cost her some secret tears ; for, in so doing, her love of approbation must needs be set aside. The young man, on the contrary, was always striv- ing to please her, to win some kind word of acknowledgment from her, and patiently en- dured her most extravagant whim without re- proach. This contrast was always rising up before Ethel, and added to her discomfiture. Here was a cause of no small trial ; Ethel wish- ing to be gentle, winning, good, and appear at her best, yet not daring to obey the dictate of her own heart. "She's moping over that 'ere capting,'" re- flected Peggy. " Might have known how he'd turn out; but she'll get over it. Ethel's not of the pining sort." Yet Ethel nursed her wrath ; found consola- tion in having a grievance the like of^wliicli was never imposed on a girl before. The fog came creeping in over the sea, swathing the i)romontory in soft folds of vapor, and gathering in drops on trees and roofs, like gems on the margin of a veil. Ethel Hearn, in a reckless mood, was defy- ing the fog, and walking steadily onward. Her cloak was wet, her slender feet made tracks in the damp sands, but she did not heed it — rather enjoyed getting thoroughly drenched and wretched. She watched the break of the waves, glimmering weirdly through the mist, and glanced from side to side in supreme sat- isfiiction at her own loneliness. She liked to- get away by herself now — she scarcely knew why ; her thoughts were not active, and slie seldom used to enjoy solitude. "I suppose this is something like our lives," she soliloquized, sweeping the dim obscurity with her hand. " We never see one inch ahead." Then some element of the day entered into Ethel's soul. She was treading the shifting clouds instead of firm earth, with the monotone of the sea rising about her. She was the cen- tre of a white sphere, with walls of opaque cryst.al — moving whither? What more natu- ral than tliat out of such unreality should grow 86 JOSEPH THE JEW. Nelson Thome, eager, radiant, breathless ? She might have stood dumbly gazing nt him — a spectre — for whole minutes before she turned and ran over the sands, obeying blind panic, as swiftly as ever Atalanta sped before her male competitors. Long striding steps followed, and Nelson held her close — a cajjlivc. "Always luring me on, and flying before nic. It drives me mad ! I have got you fast, and I will keep you," he said, a passionate exultation glowing in his face entirely foreign to its usual expression. Ethel braced herself against the arm that held her. "Of course, mere brute force can .always triumph, yet gentlemen seldom use it." Nelson's arm sank, and Ethel's heart smote her. Poor fellow, he was never brut.il in his life, she knew. He took the margin of her cloak between finger and thumb to prevent fur- ther fliglit. " Does that offend your ladysliip ?" In spite of herself, she dimpled into a smile. Instantly the savage look flashed back into his foce ; he wheeled around to prevent her fur- ther progress, "You were not angry after all. You like to torment me. Good fun for you, no doubt!" "Please let me pass, Nelson. I did not mean to tease you. Surely I need not quarrel with my second brother." The jvords told; his lips quivered with pain. As for Ethel, if she had strength to reach home she would never risk another interview of this nature. She was striving to be loyal to Olive. "Do not go on. Stay here," urged Nelson, in troubled tones. "Are ypu expected?" she asked, quickly. " No ; I came to see you. I could stay away no longer." " Hush," entreated Ethel, in a shocked wliis- per, growing white, and forcing back her tears. Tlie moment had arrived toward wliich ev- ery ripple of laughter, every glance had con- verged, since the day Ethel returned. The flame leaped its chill barriers, all tlie more in- tense for long repression. " Yon love me," cried Nelson. " I know that you do. OIi, my darling, she would for- give us. How can we help being more to each other than all the world besides ?" Ethel essayed sarcasm, and smiled weakly. If help did not come soon, all would be lost ; and tiie woman saw further than the man ; be- yond this bridge of transient pleasure was a realm of endless pain. On the contrary, Nel- son, grown reckless and audacious in his un- happiness, closed eyes and cars to eveiy thing but tlie fact that they were alone together, reading each other's souls. He had gained possession of both hands, and was raining pas- sionate kisses on them. Gradually a wild, sweet triumith dawned over Ethel. She was loved despite all obstacles, and when she had been purposely ill-natured, dreading the new influence in the household. "Why not enjoy the moment? "You might help me," she whispered. "We will help each other," he murmured, re-assuringl}'. Fulfillment of delirious dreams ! Tlie fair face was nestling against his breast; his arms held the treasure ; their lips met. At last ! at last ! The fog changed from /ghostly white to tawny orange, a light breeze stirred along the sands, and parted the fleecy mantle in rifts of gold. Olive, secure and trrstful in her happiness, judging the stainless honor of oth- ers by her own, saw it all. One low groan of mortal anguish was wrung from her heart, then came blessed, merciful darkness. Mr. John Raines, bent on his own affairs, yet destined to play a part in this domestic drama, discovered her all alone. "What can have happened to the poor child?" thought the gentleman. "Dear me! This seems to be a most unfortunate famil}-." With that he raised her, and Olive's first im- pulse was to eft'ace any suspicion of the truth from Mr. Raines's mind. " I can not imagine how it hajipened," she said. "You slipped, and turned your ankle, per- haps," he suggested, oftering his arm. "Possibly," assented tlie little sister, steadi- ly ; but she accepted the arm, for she was gid- dy and stunned. "What had happened ? "Was she still in the body or out? Ethel stood at the door, anxiously watching her approach. Again the great pain quivered through Olive's frame at sight of her sister. The younger girl was not one whit behind her in self-command ; she ran down the path with eager inquiries ; she supported Olive, and thanked Mr. Raines for his assistance. She even managed to in- quire about Miss Raines. They entered the house, closed the door, looked at each other earnestly, and Ethel cowered down at Olive's feet. CHAPTER XXVII. AFTERWARD. WHEN tlie little sister opened her eyes, misery awaited her waking moments to fasten on her for another day. Slie felt a sick- ening dread of tlie burden, a longing to creep away somewhere and be at rest. Where were all her bright dreams of a home of her own now ? Of what use was all the pretty finery prepared by her industrious fingers, when her thoughts flew faster than her needle? She put away the linen and embroidery drearily, and turned the key on them, with the heart-ache one feels in laying aside relics of the dead. There had been tears and lamentations, re- proach for Ethel, but never from the lips of her sister. Olive could not bear to look at Ethel, to feel her near approach, yet she was .able to restrain her own speech by a resolute silence. Nelson, torn by conflicting desires and a sense of duty, had begged to see Olive once more, when she sent him down the ring select- ed by Experience Thorne for her to wear, and she had refused. " He s.nys that he will never trouble you again," said Peggy, very grim in appearance at this crisis. "I can not see him," asserted Olive, lying on her bed in the darkened chamber, with a handkerchief over her eyes. When Peggy reached the door she bethought her of an ex- pedient. "Tell him tliat I will sec him later; in a month, perhaps." After all, how natural it was he should pre- fer Ethel. By-and-by, when he had forgotten her, she might be the means of bringing them together. The woman's soul cried out against being forgotten. She did not wish to live to see them married. And so the days went by, with Olive Hearn fighting a desperate battle in the little chamber before she conquered. In the mean while. Nelson was on the rack. He had a long interview with Mrs. Hearn, from which he emerged pale and grave. Then fol- lowed a stormy one with Ethel. The elder sister would have made him a loving, faithful wife ; the younger one captivated his fiincy by the charm of lovely features, waving hair, grace of motion. Olive would have made sacrifices for him, which he might have accepted uncon- sciously ; for Ethel he would have sacrificed all. The hitter sat by the window of the parlor, pale, distressed, sullen. Nelson stood gazing out at the spot where Nicholas had placed the engine, wondering moodily if it would have been better had he never come. Then his glance fell on the golden head beside him, and the harsh thought melted to one of tenderness. " I know that I must appear a scoundrel to her, but in time — " he began drumming on the pane. "Time can make no difi'erence, so far as I am concerned. How is it treating my only sister, who has been so good to me? Do you su])pose I don't know, just because I am heed- less and careless ? How could I look any of them in the face again ?" " Then I have lost all," responded the young man, slowly. Ethel's sole reply w-as a low sob. Nelson turned to soothe and comfort her directly. He knelt down beside her, and put one arm around her slender waist. The color dawned again in his face as he whispered, eagerly, "Come with me now. Matters could not be worse. We can get married, and then re- turn to be forgiven. I will take all the blame. They shall not scold you, love. Say yes 1 Come." He turned the pale face gently until it rest- ed against his cheek, and renewed his petitions in her ear. Then Ethel drew a long, shudder- ing breath, and considered. Slie longed to throw herself on his broad breast, and allow 88 JOSEPH THE JEW. him to take tlie responsibility. How sad and miserable they would be when he was gone! 13iit then the little sister, robbed and wounded, K-ft desolate ! Ethel drew bark. "Ifwc have patience, I am sure it will come right eventually. Will you wait fur me, dear?" he pursued, hopefully, and .still fighting fur the ascendency. "Good heavens! Have you no conscience, no remorse for what you have done ? Is it a trifle in your eyes to ruin a life? Nelson, you will be sorry for all this some time. Try to be brave and good now. You must go away. Do not tempt me." "If Olive forgives mc, will you marry mc?" Nelson had risen to his feet. "No." "Will you marry another man?" he asked, desperately. "Yes, I shall accept my first offer," said Ethel, with whitening lips. "Can I do any thing for you? I am go- ing." "The greatest kindness you can do mc is never to see me again." It was impossible not to feel a yearning toward him. Ethel never moved from her scat, but Nelson did not for- get for many a year the look she turned on him at the door, as of one receding mute, help- less, and without personal volition. And Nel- son went away without consolation or hope. The young man's lines were no longer cast in pleasant places. Experience Thorne was hor- rified at the denouement. He visited wrath and invective on his son for the insane course he had pursued. "What! Was it not sufficient for you to gain the love of the good one ?" "Ethel is equally good," retorted Nelson, hotly. " Pooh ! A jade. A meddlesome jade !" After a pause, the father inquired, with cui- ting irony, "May I ask what your future intentions are ?" "I am going away. I have always been a source of contempt to you since early boyhood. I have tried to be respectful, and as there seems to be nothing remaining to be said, I will leave. I am now old enough to exercise discretion about my own affairs." Nelson had never thus defied his p.irents before. "I might have known it would end so," said Experience Thorne, bitterly. Nelson took this reproach wholly to himself, as a more tender-hearted father might have foreseen ; but Experience Thome's words had a deeper meaning. "And now she will marry somebody else," the elder man pursued, slowly rubbing his hands over his knees. "A good man, capable of being respected, I hope." Nelson started : he had not thought of Olive in the way of marrying. He went to his room, rich with the mementos of his boyhood, and buried his head in his arms on the table. On the wall gleamed the letters, placed there so long ago by his father ; " Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel." He felt like a criminal banished from his own kind. He was an exile thrust forth from the paradise he had so lately occupied, shamed, remorseful, and with wounded self-love. While he rested there in silence, Ethel Ilearn, the oth- er culprit, was approaching timidly her moth- er's door in much the same mood, her only refuge to throw herself down beside that moth- er, sobbing piteously, "I don't know what to do. I am in the way. Oh ! mother, I cared for him too." The little sister, standing by her window in the darkness, saw God's glory as on a curtain, with the pale, aurora fires scintillating over it. The curtain stirred and throbbed with undula- tory ripples from horizon to zeniih, the efful- gence of an unseen splendor, as if moved by the current of a divine will. If the cloud drapery were furled, what wonders might be revealed I The sorrow of Olive Plearn faded, was swept away in the contemplation. How insignifi- cant she seemed compared with the kindling of the heavens by the torch of nature. Then, just as she seemed about to be crushed by a conviction of her own insignificance, she re- membered a tiny insect traversing the garden fence, clad in armor of frosted pearl, with jew- eled wings, and eyes like ruby ])oints. Sure- ly she was not smaller in the great Master's estimation than the minutely perfect insect. "There remaineth a rest for the peojile of God," said Mrs. Hearn, solemnly and wearily. She had come to Olive in her need, and the girl's heart went out to her. She could ntter no words of commonplace condolence. Life had been to her so grievous an ordeal that she could only point to the hereafter of peace, gaz- ing also at the cloud-curtain. "How I have neglected you!" exclaimed Olive ; and the reminder was salutary. The little house pursued its usual routine. When Nelson Tliorne raised his head in his silent chamber, he had formed his resolution. Having learned to despise himself, he deter- mined to make the world respect him. The war-note thrilled through the land, and Nelson became a soldier. CHAPTER XXVIII. THE MEMBER FOR MILLYILLE. THE residence of Jared Ileavn was a marvel in its way. There were wooden towers and gables, projecting windows and balconies. It had the appearance of crowding its neigh- bors on the village street, and a small fountain, crowned by a flesh-colored cupid, ornamented the patch of greensward between the entrance door and the highly-painted fence. Over the way Mr. Pettigrew acknowledged no such supremacy as the meek little houses around accorded. Mr. Pettigrew boasted also a gabled mansion ; and not only a fountain in the front yard, but statuary, and a conserva- tory. In a word, Jared Ilearn and Eliphalet Pettigi'ew were rival manufacturers. If the Miss Hearns were given a horse by their fond parents, the Miss Pettigrews at once "set up" a pony carriage. If Mrs. Pettigrew appeared in church draped in a new lace shawl, Mrs. Hearn might be relied upon to sail up the aisle the very next Sabbath in one of richer quali- ty. Nor was the competition confined to the feminine portion of the families alone. The MlUville Free Lance was known to be the or- gan of Jared Hearn, while the Advocate was as loyally enlisted in the cause of Eliphalet Petti- grew and his calicoes. Millville thrived apace under the stimulus of this zeal, having already sprung from village infancy to the middle growth of a town, and aspired, at no distant day, to becoming a city. If Mr. Pettigrew paved a street, I\Ir. Hearn was spurred on to pave two thoroughfiires. Mill- ville also projected gas-works and a branch railroad, but here matters became involved hopelessly. The two proprietors could never be expected to unite in pushing the same rail- road or the identical gas-works contemplated, so, for the nonce, Millville was left in darkness, and to follow the old track. For the rest, they were the best neighbors possible ; both deacons of the Millville church, and vied with each other in decorating the sanctuarj'. Both were shrewd business men, and fully intended to extract the money's worth out of " the hands." In appearance they differed ; IMr. Pettigrew being short, stout and pussy, with an altogeth- er jolly aspect, as of a man who thought much of his dinner; and Jared Hearn tall, thin, hard- favored, with the soured aspect of one whose digestion is a burden. Mrs. Hearn was in her medicine-closet, sur- veying the shelves with a reflective eye, while a poor woman waited at the door. " I am not sure that some ' oh be joyful ' would not help your cramp more than the elix- ir, Betty." "I think it would, ma'am," responded Bet- ty, with the slightest possible twinkle in her small eyes. Mrs. Hearn, without further comment, pour- ed some Holland gin into a small glass — the liquor which she had designated by the above enlivening name. The manufacturer's lady was an excellent housekeeper and manager, but she appeared to the greatest advantage in the med- icine-closet. How comprehensively her glance swept the Vows of patent remedies for every known ill flesh is heir to ! How vigilantly she watched for symptoms in her family, so accu- rately described on labels ! Although not an educated woman, she was, in one sense of the word, scientific ; she personally tested every fresh discovery emanating from the apotheca- ry's shop. Her children grew up pale and sick- ly. Whether there would have been less nerv- ous headache, fewer fainting-fits, with plenty of fresh air and exercise, is a question which never disturbed the mother. The Miss llearns, with education completed, and nothing what- ever to do, languished in the sitting-room over worsted -work, music, and French, finding e.x- 90 JOSEPH THE JEW. citcmcnt only in watching the advent of a stranger at the Pettigrew's opposite. Lina, in the kitclien, bared plump arms to wield the scrubljing-brush, and wore roses of health in her cheeks, such as never bloomed in the par- lor. As utterly useless girls are reared in country as city, and they are the children of industrious parents. Jarcd Hcarn toiled ear- ly and late, with furrowed lines growing ever deeper in his care-worn face, and Jlrs. llearn was far more frequently to be found in the kitchen than any other portion of the house ; yet their daughters, one step removed from ne- cessity, rather prided themselves on their en- tire ignorance of work. "I'm afraid your father will get one of his attacks after this excitement. He's run down with business considerably already." Thus spake the mother, entering the room wjicre her daughters sat, wiping her hands on her apron from force of habit rather than necessity for the operation. " Dear me I It puts me all in a flurrj- to think of it. Father's heart is set on beating, and if he docs we shall have to live in Washington. Seems as if I should sink riglit through the floor when I think of facing the nation like that." "It will be splendid," commented Susie, drawing lier worsted through the canvas, with a yawn. " For mercy's sake, ma, don't have it travel- ing through the town that you are afraid," said Sophia. "T don't intend to," replied Jlrs. Ilearn, in rather an aggrieved tone. " Look, girls 1 Quick! Isn't that Judge Blank and Bell go- ing into the Pettigrcws ? I declare ! S'pose they'll talk him over in no time. Bell's setting her cap for Silas Pettigrew. Theij say it would be a good thing. Well, father can do without him, I guess. That girl is coming to-daj-." "That girl" was Olive Hearn, descending from the train at the very moment, and wel- comed impetuously by a red-haired youth. Nicholas Ilearn had lost no time after he graduated in seeking employment. He had the debt of his college term to pay to the benefac- tor he had found, and he was firm in the faith that he should be able to accomplish it. As a first step, he asked to be taken into the service of Jared Ilearn, for the reason that in a manu- facturing town he would have opportunity for study. " Perhaps I may be his chemist yet," said Nicholas the sanguine, and went with his moth- er's blessing. Two weeks later, Jared Ilearn invited Olive to visit his familv — an offer ea- gerly accepted by the mother, as giving the lit- tle sister a change at the time when tiie daily round of her life was irksome. Whether the uncle, thus reminded of their existence, really felt a desire to see his brother's children, or the mother obtained the invitation, Olive never knew. The first greetings over — and Nicholas did not before appreciate how fond he was of the little sister — she asked, "And how do you like it?" " So so," replied Nicholas, swinging her bag as tliey walked along. " Family well enough ; work hard ; pay scrimpy. I say, Olive, Uncle Jared is a screw. I'd be ashamed to do things he does if I was a rich man." "We must not judge him, dear." "Of course not, Mrs. Goody. There's a great row going on here. A week will decide whether you have an uncle who is an M. C. or not. It is Pettigrew versus Hearn ; and don't they go it ! Even the factory hands meet at night, and pound each other black and blue. Here we are." Having fortified his sister with this amount of information, Nicholas deposited her in the large mansion, and sped swiftly back to duty on a high stool in the factory office. Olive was received politely by her uncle and aunt, with visible curiosity by her cousins. She was not ushered into the state guest-chamber fur- nished with blue and gilt, yet in the smaller one accorded her sleep was equally sweet. The little sister, observant of trifles, compressed her lips, and wrote home the most flowery epistles, for which she may surely be forgiven. The waves of strife ran mountains high in Jlillville. The whole town was agog with ex- citement, and the good minister could not, for the life of him, help giving his sermon a polit- ical tinge. In the stores old and young poli- ticians uttered their ojjinions freely, while seat- ed on barrels chewing tobacco. In the dram- shops fusil oil heated the dhgry debates among the hands. The rival editors were perpetually hovering about the telegraph-ofiice, and staring haughtily at each other. But when Mr. Petti- grew encountered Mr. Hearn, the two gentle- men shook hands with great cordiality, and in- quired very particularly after the health of the respective families. As the important election-day approached, !Mrs. Ilearn had recourse to the medicine-clos- et, anticipating collapse. Beliold the morn- ing ushered in, fraught with brilliant victory or defeat. The gabled houses, standing face to face, represented the extremes of a seesaw, and Millville stood on tiptoe to watch the result. JOSEPH THE JEW. SI Nicholas, at liis desk, was undisturbed by the general excitement, for his mind was stray- ing on other things. Leaning liis head on liis hand, he traced a plan on the paper before him. He was disturbed by the hasty entrance of his uncle. The face of Jared Hearn was pale with anger. "How do you dare to come here and dis- grace me ! I took you out of charity, too." This was not strictly true. The uncle had taken a new clerk in the person of his nephew, because he thought the nephew might be use- ful. "What if Nicholas proved an inventor, might not the benefit accrue to innisolf ? Mrs. Hearn, in recommending her son, had not fail- ed to set forth his talents, and the description had made a certain impression. It happened that Millville, almost hysterical from the sen- sation, was laughing at Mr. Hearn, and he could by no means endure the ridicule of his fellow-townsmen. Wc Americans are remark- ably sensitive to ridicule at all times, but Ja- red Hearn was additionally so, from the weekly flaying of the Advocate since his nomination. Nicholas dropped his pen, and looked at him. "Hold me up to be the laughing-stock of the whole place, will ye ? Like your impu- dence ! I dare say your mother is at the bot- tom of it all," fumed Jared. "What have I done?" cried Nicholas. "I am to stand any thing for the sake of your valuable services. As if there were not forty lads in this very village who would do better than you, and for less money." "Suppose you explain." " You have chosen to associate with George Whitby because he is the worst enemy I have. He gathers every knave he can find at his place, to plot mischief and defeat my elec- tion." " George, the blacksmith ? Ha, ha !" Jared Hearn looked at his audacious young kinsman with lowering brows, and Nicholas knew that all M'as over. Now George, the blacksmith, a burly giant, whose stentorian voice rang out above the blows of the hammer, was a good fellow in his way. A natural pow- er of attraction brought Nicholas to his forge, the attraction of a furnace, glowing with a tempting invitation to fuse metal, and much practical sense in his own walk of life, on the blacksmith's part. Concerning the political prejudices of George, Nicholas had no thought. His stay in Millville had been brief; but during that time he loved to loiter in the forge when his day's work was done, and the shadows played odd ti'icks with tiie giant's form, as he came and went througli the ruddy fire-glow. Dear to the heart of a college graduate is it to impart knowledge, and Nicholas found an interesting listener in the blacksmith. The grain of a man's coat never had much weight with Nicholas Hearn. Lo! Millville observed the intimacy; the Advocate smacked its lips, and inserted a ma- licious little sting to the elfcct that, if our fel- low-citizen could not control the vote of his own household, he need not expect to rule IMillville. A very near relation was under- stood to be ringleader at George Whitby's shop. To Nicholas the accusation seemed ri- diculous. "You arc mistaken. George is a good man, and — " "You teach me! I am rightly served for having any thing to do with you after your fa- ther — " ."Stop! Not a word about my father." Nicholas was angry at last. "Hoity-toity ! Pay me the twenty-five thou- sand dpllars he cost me, and I will gladly be si- lent." "I will pay you some time," taking his hat from the peg, and preparing to depart. Then Nicholas went out without another word. Ja- red Hearn knew that he had gone too far, had said more than he intended, but he would not retract a word. Anger is a terribly expensive luxury ; still, the candidate for Congress had a nervous headache that morning, after a sleep- less night. Verily one does not know what a day will bring forth. Olive sat by the window, watch- ing the little fountain in the yard, always aspi- ring in a slender spray, always sinking back. The Miss Hearns were acting as a reserve corps behind the closed blind to report the con- dition of the popular mind, as evinced by the appearance of the village street. A letter was given to Olive, directed in Peggy's queer, cramped handwriting. " Dear Girl, — You must come right home. I can't find Ethel. Your mother don't know. "Peggy." Olive sprang up wildly. " I must go," she said. At the door she encountered Nicholas, not less agitated, although from a diff'erent cause. "We can take the four o'clock train," he said, hurriedly. " Yes. Do you know already ?" " Do you know ?" 92 JOSEPH THE JEW. Rapid cxi)lanations fulloweJ, and Olive's vis- it was thus brought to an unexpected close. Her departure had the advantage of saving her from the indignation of her aunt, who had not yet learned of the enormity of Nicholas Hearn's offense. The young man did not see his un- cle again, nor did he demand any salary. "I should like to see him oft'er to i>ny me, after telling me that my father was a thief," blazed hot-headed youth. But to the credit of Jarcd Hearn be it said, that he did not of- fend youth's susceptibility in any such way. When the brother and sister were seated in the cars, a large man pushed his way through the crowd on the platform and accosted Nicho- las. It was Giant George, expressing his good- will in this conspicuous way in the eyes of all Millvillc. "I am sorry to lose ye," he said, heartily, and touched his hat to Olive with the dignity of one of nature's noblemen. "When you are a great man, don't forget me. If ye ever want a hint that I've hammered out, drop me a line and welcome. I hope you've got our wheel all right." "No; I left it on the desk." "May I get it?" asked George, quietly. "If you choose. Good-bye." Giant George stood on the platform, hands in his pockets, a cigar in his mouth, as the train glided away, and a cheer floated to the ear from the town. It was the decisive hour. Millville was shouting itself hoarse with enthu- siasm ; the Advocate unfurled the stars and stripes to the breeze at this auspicious mo- ment ; the blinds of the Pcttigrew mansion flew up, revealing the Miss Pettigrews with pink bows in their hair ; the blinds of the Ilearn house remained down, and behind them sat Mrs. Ilearn, dissolved in tears, a camphor- bottle in her hand. Eliphalet Pcttigrew was the member of Congress by two hundred ma- jority. The blacksmith made his way to the ofiicc door of the Ilearn factory. Perhaps he was thinking of a time when the proprietor had re- fused to loan him a sum suflicient to start in life, and had demanded even the payment of rent in advance, llesult : George had appeal- ed to Mr. Pcttigrew, who had built him the forge on easy terms. Jarcd Ilearn was not so much an unjust as a cautious man ; he liked to see his equivalent before taking a risk. The world repays us in our own coin. Mr. Petti- grew made a warm partisan by a really gener- ous action, and Giant George was worthy of confidence, while Jared Hearn made an enemy. The blacksmith pushed boldly into the office. " I\Ir. Ilearn, I'll trouble ye for a paper left here by your nephew," he said. Mr. Hearn held the paper in his hand at the moment. His reply was to place it in the desk and turn the key. "It is useless, as far as I can see. I will communicate with him about it," he replied, coldly. <^ CEAPTER XXIX. ETHEL. THE summer evening was closing in, and the Hearn house at Sheliport looked de- serted, save for a star of light in the mother's room. A slight form, veiled, and carrying a small traveling-bag, emerged from the door. It was Ethel. She glanced back wistfully at the lit- tle house, and a great sob shook her like a reed. If she might only turn now, and throw herself on her mother's breast, telling her all ! But that she could not do. Even heedless Ethel had learned not to worry the mother by useless complaints. The star of light glim- mered in the window; even then her courage wavered, when Peggy's ungainly shadow was thrown on the curtain. That turned the bal- ance. She fled from her home as Joseph Kost had done. These two young creatures of dif- ferent races, destined never to meet, yet bound by a common interest, pursued the same course. Ethel believed she was going for the good of her family, and she also intended to punish Peggy in her flight. Peggy would be sorry that she had talked to her with such severity. She had told Ethel that the little sister's mis- ery was entirely her fault ; that every act of Olive's life had been a voluntary s.-jcrifice for her ; and when this prize — a good husband — had come, she must grasp at it too. Every word uttered by Peggy stabbed the listener's heart with fresh pain. How could she help Nelson's falling in love with her ? IIow could she help loving him in return ? " If I was only dead and buried, I should be out of people's way," said the girl bitter]}-, with tearless eyes. " That's no way to take things," said Peggy, softened. " What am I to do ?" in a dull, constrained tone " Try to mend it somehow." All day Ethel went about declaring mental- ly that she would mend it ; at evening she dis- appeared. Ethel Ilearn knew no more of the evil of this earth than a baby. Her expe- rience had taught her that there Avere ill-na- tured people, hard in their dealings ; but of lower depths of sin she was ignorant. She lacked even the education gained at school among school-girls. The mother held a theo- ry that a young girl's mind should be kept like snow. Ethel stood on the pier, with ten dollars in her purse, going forth to make her fortune. Her castle of independence was altogether a superb structure. She was very much in ear- nest. She was not the fairy princess awaiting the prince ; marriage had no longer any place in her thoughts. She would rise by means of her own exertions, work ever so hard to attain perfection, and become a great singer. She did not intend to see Miss Raines, or tax her uncle's bounty; she would keep entirely to her- self until she learned something. Perhaps Olive and Nelson would be wedded by that time. A second sob welled up from her heart. It was so terrible to be thrust forth from home in this way ; and even if she had no exact per- ception of her audacious recklessness in taking this step, she shivered with dread at the un- certainty of her future — through such deadly perils do young girls pass in our midst. Bet- ter the Old World chaperonage. Better con- vent rule, if we neither shield them, nor train them to a true knowledge of evil. Too often tlie wild boar tramples our vineyards, dims the purity of " the polished corners of the temple," while we comfortably reflect : Our American girls are to be trusted. Why not, mesdames and messieurs, adopt foreign espionage and 91 JOSEPH THE JEW. careful selection of associates, when we arc so ; fond of imitating Europe in dress, manner, and language ? The steamer swept up to the dock, gemmed with light from bow to stern, and Ethel flitted on board with the rest of the passengers. At another time she would have been amused watching the variety of faces ; now she nerv- ously shunned observation, kept her veil down, and followed a family, with a timid desire to appear to be one of them. Ethel took a stool behind them on deck with an envy bred of her^ own loneliness. The lady was a mere bundle of rich wrappings, sallow, peevish, and dicta- torial. The husband was fat, smooth, urbane ; and it seemed to afford the wife pleasure to find fault with him when not sniffing disdain- fully at a gold vinaigrette, or giving directions to a French bonne concerning the sharp-fea- tured little children. There was a perpetual stir about them, a truly aristocratic current. " How people gape on steamboats ! Really, we must charter a boat for our set next sum- mer," said the lady. A sudden gust of wind swept aside Ethel's veil. The small, beady ej'cs of the fat gentleman fastened on the face beyond his wife's bonnet in surprise and bold admiration. Another passenger also saw Eth- el ; a large, handsome woman, attired in black, with a profusion of jet and lace, and hard, cru- el eyes. The woman quickly concealed her in- terest in the solitary young girl ; so did the fixt gentleman. The supper-gong sounded, one by one people dropped away, leaving Ethel almost alone. The woman in black rose and paced the deck with the noiseless, agile step of a cat. "Are you alone, my dear?" a soft voice in- quired. Ethel started, and looked into the hard cj-es, which resembled the jet ornaments in surface glitter, without depth. "Will you go to supper with me?" "No, I thank you," rather coldly. Ethel was on her guard ; the stranger evidently was a lady, perhaps some friend of Miss Raines, and would tell her all about it. The woman still smiled. " If you wish any thing, I shall be glad to help you. !My room is No. 95. Accidents oc- cur in the night at times, you know." Ethel shuddered ; then, fearing she had been ungracious, "I am very much obliged to you." The woman went to supper with that feline step. This episode cheered Eihel. How easy it was to make friends awav from hateful Shell- port. She might confide her plans to the stran- ger, and ask her where to go. O God, was this to be the end? "Thou child of many prayers, Life hath quicksauds, life hath snares." Ethel sat gazing at the sea, reflecting that every surge of the steamer carried her farther away from home, and wondering when she should return to it. The fat gentleman ap- proached the unconscious fugitive eagerly, af- ter a cautious glance around. " Pardon me, but you arc alone, I perceive. Allow mc to do something for you. There is less wind over here." Ethel was puzzled and embarrassed. He was the father of the little children, a married man, and therefore one in whom to have confi- dence ; yet there was a look in his face before which her soul shrank. The instinct dormant in every woman's nature caused her to recog- nize in him an enemy. "Let me see your eyes once morel You are so beautiful." "Sir!" said Ethel Hearn, springing to her feet. He grasped her arm, dared her to make an outcry, as that would bring public notice of a damaging nature to herself, and poured rap- turous flattery into her ear which she only half understood. Then he deliberately pressed his full, red lips to her delicate, quivering mouth. Now the fat gentleman, in his right mind, would have gone to no such extreme. He had dined before he came on board, and was in that condition of wine - drinking which made it problematical whether he would fall asleep, or be guilty of some excess. Do not misjudge him, kind reader; he would never have ad- dressed one of his own social position as he saw fit to accost a girl traveling alone, who had doubtless run away from somewhere. If the woman in black had been there, Ethel would have rushed to her for protection ; instead, she was seated just within the door watching. How the girl loathed and abhorred the coarse face barring her flight ! Thoroughly aroused to danger, angr}- and terrified, she eluded him, and flew around the corner of the cabin. Three yards more would have brought her to the wom- an in black, seated on the velvet sofa, but be- tween stood a man — John Raines. The power of speech had frozen on Ethel's lips by the time she reached him ; only two desperate little hands clung to his arm as if they would never again become diseng.aged, and she simply look- ed at him. There are fleeting expressions on fi\ces which we never forget. John Raines JOSEPH THE JEW. 95 never quite lost interest in searching Ethel's eyes for the look he found in them that night on the boat. A wild animal, brought sudden- ly to bay on the precipice brink, startled witli a dawning perception of evil, yet sinless, may have the same trembliug expectancy. Two wells of pure light, dilated by this terror, witli an underlying delight, incredulity, and grati- tude for his presence there, Sir. Kaines read, "Take nio to IMi.ss Raines!" Tliat was tlie true chord to strike with this brother, unerring tact might have taught her, yet she was igno- rant of it. Fear had quenched her heroism. Miss Raines was always good to her. " You are frightened," he said, re-assuringly. "That man," gasped the girl. At this moment the fat gentleman, feeling himself to be in no very graceful or dignified position, passed, with a hasty bow to Sir. Raines, and vanished. " He frightened me," whispered Ethel, press- ing closer to her preserver's side. "The low hound!" muttered Mr. Raines. He did not consider it necessary to inform her tliat the fat gentleman was a member of his club. "I ani so glad! Pray don't leave me. I was going to the lady, who spoke to me, but I had so much rather find you. Oh, there she is." Mr. Raines glanced at the woman in black within the door, and the gravity deepened in his face. He drew Ethel's hand within his arm with a tenderness she could not under- stand. "Do you believe the lady knows Miss Raines?" " No, my dear," he replied, quietly. It became distinctly understood, by two per- sons at least, that the young girl had found a protector. The full significance of the fact was felt by Ethel alone. She forgot that she knew Mr. Raines slightly — he might have been her champion for a hundred years, to warrant the confidence reposed in him. And in his heart he was touched by this trust. Ethel re- coiled from telling him what the advances of the fat gentleman actually had been — she felt too deeply humiliated, with his kisses still burn- ing on her lips, and he asked no questions. To the girl's mercurial spirit the terrible journey, fraught with perils, became, if not ac- tually pleasant, cnriously novel and comforta- ble. Mr. Raines was taking care of her. Of course it was not like having Nelson, or even the captain, yet it was very nice. " You are chilled and. tired. You must have supper, and go to bed," proposed middle age, sedately. "And lose all the beautiful evening?" que- ried youth, with a pout of dismay. " I thought you were to talk." "Supper first, and the talk afterward," he said. An hour later these two, brought together unexpectedly, were seated in a sheltered nook; Ethel well wrapped up in the gentleman's shawls, gazing dreamily at the water, and her companion studying her downcast face. Mr. Raines regarded her first with the forbearance any person would receive from him as his sis- ter's ftivorite ; again, with the pleasure a very plain man feels in dwelling on female beauty ; and again, with profound thankfulness that he had found her. Then came a natural doubt as to what reason could have induced Ethel to leave home. What had she done to necessi- tate flight? Without instruction in the art of pleasing by some subtle influence on an im- pressionable temperament, Ethel had gro^fti quiet, watching the waves, while these reflec- tions troubled Mr. Raines. At last she raised her eyes to his. " I will tell you why I am here, if you will please listen." "Certainly." "You are very good. I do not know how yon could be so good to me if you were not Miss Raines's brother;" and moved by a sud- den impulse of gratitude, Ethel touched one of his small hands with her lips. Mr. Raines made the most comical grimace of amusement and disapproval. " Mademoiselle, if you do that again I shall punish you." Ethel feared she had made a mistake. She was a country girl, and did not know how to be- have with a gentleman like Mr. Raines. With glowing cheeks and drooping lashes she drew back. "W^hat is the matter now, petite?" he in- quired, still amused, and with a caressing in- tonation very winning to the ear. Ethel strug- gled with her tears — tears of mortification and sudden homesickness. Oh, how she wished she was back in the little sister's arms, in that safe haven, the mother's chamber, even under unjust Peggy's wing. Her reply was a mute, beseeching glance of the tender eyes, which Mr. Raines probed, lingered, and finally lost himself in. All, daughter of Eve — country bred, indeed ! "Now for the story." " Not much of a romance. Peggy scolded 9G JOSEPH THE JEW. me al)Out my sister, and I thought the best thing I could do was to leave home. I wish I was back again I" " School-gill tragics," mentally observed Mr. Raines. " Nurse gave my doll to sister, and I will hide to frighten her. My dear little girl, don't cry. Allow me to suggest that these boats return to-morrow. It is not as if you had crossed the Kocky Mountains." "Mr. Raines, I was not going to your sister, but I will now." "Ah?" " I intended to learn to be a singer." " Yes. Where ?" The first plump question. " I hardly know. In some school, perhaps." lie made no comment. Hester should talk to this fledgeling. In his very fear for her his manner became more cordially kind. After that Ethel's spirits rallied by one of those mar- velous transitions so incomprehensible to the masculine mind, while Mr. Haines was charm- ingly entertaining. It is not your very young m%n who is a good conversationalist ; his talk may be original, his ideas fresh, but both lack the ri])er reflective power of the educated, trav- eled, mature man. Ethel found herself com- paring Mr. Raines's easy flow of words on any topic with Nelson's monosyllables. A girl, brimming over with life and interest, ready to be amused, is a stimulus to exertion which few men can resist. Certainly the hours were pass- ing much more swiftly to Mr. Raines than he had anticipated. He no longer insisted on youth's retiring. Indeed, it was his own prop- osition that they should go into the cabin, where the great chandelier globes glittered on Ethel's crown of yellow hair. The procession of rest- less men, perpetually pacing through the sa- loon, turned for a glimpse of her face, until Mr, Itaincs frowned and looked at his watch. "Am I to go to bed ?" It then became apparent that Mr. Raines no longer considered it desirable for Miss Ilearn to be subjected to the scrutiny of the staring crowd. Accordingly she went, with a part- ing smile full of sweetness for her protector. Ethel's smile was gentle and winning ; no spas- modic expansion of the features, revealing the teeth, but a gradual curve of the lips, spread- ing onward into lovely dimples of the cheek. Mr. liiiines departed for his book. Returning half an hour later, he found the woman in black tapping on Ethel's door. He strode to her side. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, sternly. She quailed ; but covert insolence shot an arrow : " I did not know she belonged to you." When Ethel opened the door Mr. Raines stood alone. "Are you sure that you are comfortable, my child ? Do not unbolt your door again unless I request it. There are thieves on board ; a lady can not be too careful." Ethel promised, and laughed to herself af- terward. "I suppose middle-aged men get like that — fussy." INIr. Raines folded his cloak about him, and took possession of a sofa opposite Ethel's door. "A true knight of forty-five guarding his mistress's bower. A new role for you, John Raines," he reflected, grimly. icRsmi mo ■sst » ^^ f5K^ ^ wg ^ 1^ S 0^ s s i i CHAPTER XXX. UNDER MOB KULE. WHEN Mr. Raines opened his eyes a girl, frcsli and pure as the dawn, sat patient- ly watching him. He had slept late, overcome by his vigil, ^lany of the passengers had departed, yet the girl did not arouse him. Her rest had been sound, and her heart was overflowing with gratitude to Mr. Haines for this instance of watchful care. Asleep outside her door! Had it been Nelson, she would have been amused, a trifle condescending. But Mr. Raines ! " Oh, how kind of you ! What a miserable night you must have had, and all for my sake." " Pooh ! it is nothing. I would have done the same for any one," he said, crossly. Mr. Raines's waking sensation was irritable. The pleasant sentiment, the merry jests of evening vanished in the clear, practical morn- ing. With a nervous horror of making him- self ridiculous, he felt convinced that he was playing the fool. He had not intended to be discovered in the role of guardian, only the stupor of sleep had overcome him.. How was the girl to understand his anxiety? Good heavens ! He could not have acted with great- er gallantry had he been in love with Ethel Ilearn, while in reality nothing could be more absurd than such a supposition. A reserve and constrained silence ensued. Ethel's warm thankfulness flowed back into her own heart, and chilled it. She would call on Miss Raines, and return home by the afternoon boat. After all, her own people were much kinder, even when they scolded, than strangers. Mr. Raines busied himself with preparations to land. Ethel silently assented to all plans; there was no conversation between them. A carriage, with negro coachman in livery, await- ed Jlr. Raines's arrival. The latter placed Ethel in the carriage, and the girl, whose tastes were lu.\urious, became too much ab- 7 sorbed in admiring the satin hangings to ob- serve that the master stood conversing earnest- ly with the servant. Sambo's ebony face had the peculiar gray tinge which fear lends to the African pliysiognomy. At length Mr. Raines sprang into the carriage. Ethel immediately re- sumed an indifferent expression, as if she had not the previous moment been patting the crim- son cushion with an appreciative touch. "Friends?" he inquired, amiably, extending his hand. Ethel willfully ignored the outstretched palm, and sat with haughtily drooping eyelids. The next moment she repented of her petulance. Mr. Raines unclasped his portmanteau, and took from it a silver inlaid box. Ethel watch- ed him askance. " Do you know how to shoot?" OflFended dignity was lost in amazement. He displayed two silver-mounted pistols, small and elegant in shape. " One for you, and one for me," he pursued, with assumed playfulness. " You pull the trig- ger — so. The next time a fat gentleman in- sists on talking to yon, for example, you can use it. There, put it in your pocket." Ethel looked at him with dilating eyes. "What is it?" she asked, breathlessly. They were on a broad thoroughfare, which presented the unusual aspect of entire deser- tion. Far ahead a red glow was discernible in the sky from burning buildings. Out of the strange silence grew a low, sullen murmur, the most fearful sound which ever smote on a city's listening ear — the voice of a mob. The coach- man checked his horses, gazing wildly from side to side in search of escape. The murmur increased, advanced, broke into a shout. Then the carriage swerved to the right, tlie negro lashing his steeds to mad speed. Flight was the one instinct left to him, flight from a brutal 98 JOSEPH THE JEW. multitude thirsting for his blood. Ethel was answered. She understood the gift of the pis- tol now. "Oh, I am sorry that I refused to shake hands. Pray forgive me." "Child, there is nothing to forgive," replied Mr. Raines, drawing her close to him. "Listen to me. "We are in danger. Much depends on your courage. Tiie city is delivered up to ri- oters. One can never judge what insanity will do. Can I trust you to use the pistol, if neces- sary ?" Ethel blanched witli liorror at tlie suggestion. How unreal it all was ! For a moment she quailed and trembled. "Yes," she finally said, lifting her eyes to his to gain courage. Then Mr. Haines touched her cheek with his lips, prompted by her helpless dependence on him, her beauty and docility ; and if Ethel was conscious of the caress, she was grateful for it, as effacing the stain of the fat gentle- man's bold salute. The bewildered coachman had made a fatal mistake. In avoiding Scylla tlic carriage plun- ged into a Charybdis of seething humanity. The mob, in its apparently aimless course, had stretched vast arms across the town, and that portion which the coachman had mistaken for the main body proved to be only a branch. The wide-spreading limbs of this monstrous growth of evil passion carried poison ; but, ah ! the cruel venom of the central body, the blind, insensate fury of revenge ! A gentleman's car- riage, driven by a negro, was greeted with yells and execrations. ^Greedy eyes peered into the windows at Ethel sitting rigid and silent, rude bands plucked at the fastenings of the doors. " To resist would be to have the whole pack of wolves on us. Wait !" muttered Mr. Raines, scornfully calm. The fury of the onset was directed against the harmless servant. The mob was ripe for plunder and destruction wherever impulse might lead, but its watch- word was, " Down with the negro !" The slave was being freed in the South to rob the mob of lawful work in tlie North. Away with law, order, and government ! Rule by violence and bloodshed ! TIius clamored the Old AVorld importation of rioters. Sambo stood on the box, praying piteously to be saved. "He has done you no injury. I will give you any thing to spare my servant," cried Mr. Raines. " We may take what you've got without, guv'ncr," said a wag in the crowd. This wit- ticism was greeted with an appreciative shout. Mr. Raines groaned aloud at his own helpless- ness. Ethel hid her face in her hands. When she looked up again the negro had disappeared into that angry sea, surging and flooding the street. Their turn next. A burly form was thrust into the carriage close to Ethel's shrink- ing form. "Out wid yer watclies and money! "com- manded a rough voice. Tlie girl turned wild- ly to Mr. Raines for protection. A gun in the hands of a reckless boy sent a bullet whis- tling through tlic window. The sudden report tlioroughly aroused the trembling horses; they bounded forward, breaking loose from the men who held them, and cleared a way through the crowd. The carriage jolted over some obsta- cle ; Ethel's nerves told her that the soft, yield- ing thing was a human body. They seemed to be impelled from one peril to another. They were the shuttlecocks tossed from one form of death to the next on that awful d.'.y. Away flew the frantic horses along the street, faster and faster, as no restraint curbed iheir progress. Ethel neither wept nor spoke. She was frozen in that phase of mortal terror which mechanically awaits the end. Only once did she arouse herself. Mr. Raines forbade her to jump from the carriage, and endeavored to climb to the box by breaking the glass sashes. The aperture was too small ; he drew back witli bleeding hands. "Will no one help us?" lie exclaimed. "Has the whole town gone mad?" " I don't think any one can help us but God," said the girl, in a strange, far-away voice. She tore her handkercliicf into strips, and bound up his wounded hands. Tlien a great terror swept over her. "Are we going to die ?" she inquired, in- credulously. " Heaven forbid !" Then there was a lurch, a grinding crash from the overturned vehicle, a final, desperate struggle of flashing hoofs and delicate limbs, and the horses sjjcd away free of shackles. Mr. Raines extricated Ethel from the ruins. What next ? The accident had carried them three miles from Mr. Raines's residence. Wiiere was safety? Without his companion Mr. Raines could have run many risks, and he did not dare to leave her suflSciently long to procure assistance. They were in that portion of the city which borders on the water, a sort of rough upheaval of lumber, coal heaps, and quarried stone, with an occasional factory (silent and deserted that day) rising above the surround- ing disorder. JOSEPH THE JEW. 99 Mr. Raines went to the corner of the street to reconnoitre, lie had no sooner left her than Ethel discovered a, party of workmen ap- proaching from the opposite direction. She ran after Sir. Raines, who without more ado led her into the adjacent lumber-yard, and be- hind the shelter of a pile of boards. The la- borers, disintegrated atoms of the mob, paused to examine the wrecked carriage. Their words were distinctly audible to the hidden listeners. Mr. Raines pressed Ethel's hand re-assuriiigly. "Hiding at noonday from desperadoes! Fate is playing odd pranks with us," he breathed in her ear. " Don't pity me ! I shall break down if you do." "It was not that, you good, brave child. I was thinking how it would seem when we get through it all safely." There was comfort in this reflection. Safe at last ! Just as if JMr. Raines did not know what to say at the right time. One of Ethel's dimples was coaxed into sight in a faint smile. The workmen tramped on. They might emerge from the board castle, but Jlr. Raines lingered. Perhaps he dreaded the next step and its un- known perils. "We must agree on a coarse of action — and — allow me to be your hair-dresser, for indeed I fear to venture into the presence of King Mob with so much living gold visible." Then Ethel discovered that the upsetting of the carriage had disturbed her coiifure. Im- agine the self-forgetfulness induced by terror that she did not perceive it before. Extremes meet. The deepest tragedy may have its far- cical side. John Raines found himself gazing delightedly on the silky masses that Ethel's fingers wove into smooth braids, and once he patted her head softly with such approval as ten years of age might receive. "I cotdd have seen you for years in my sis- ter's rooms without knowing you, petite," he said, half absently. " Certainly without noticing me," added Ethel, winding the last band around her head, and putting on her hat. He actually laughed, displaying dazzling white teeth. "As to that, what need have you of the attention of an old fellow?" Ethel's eyes clouded. " Great need of your care," she said, soberly, and, remembering her mistake of last night, colored beautifully. The streets still presented that strange de- sertion, in which there was also a fear. The two pedestrians made as rapid progress as could be expected, when it is considered that Mr. Raines always guarded a retreat in event of coming unexpectedly on the foe. Occa- sionally they met frightened citizens, each in- tent on his own danger, or flying to the rescue of his family. The soldiers had not yet ap- peared on the scene, although rumor stated that a gun-boat lay ready to sweep the vicin- ity of banks should rioters attempt to despoil them. "We are near my uncle's house, I think," said Ethel, wearily, after an unusually tedious detour to avoid a fired building. "Shelter is every thing." The mob, slaking its thirst at every pool of revenge, discovered that it owed Mr. Richard Ilearn a grudge. He was the rich man, the oppressor of the poor — at least one discontent- ed artisan was of that opinion, and the mob was remarkably unanimous in sentiment. Just as our wanderers reached the edge of a park, the human storm burst opposite in full fury, and the point of attack was undoubtedly Mr. Ilearn's elegant residence. The crowd streamed in from every by-way — ragged boys, armed with sharp-pointed staves, excited, brazen women, swarmed, as if summoned by the tap of an evil genius's wand. Hasten within the sanctuary of the church, standing solemn and pure amidst the turmoil, before some wandering glance falls on Ethel, and the tidings run from lip to lip that she is a lady! Mr. Raines could not pause to reflect on what might ensue if the church door was lock- ed. No, it yielded to his appeal; they entered the vestibule, and he turned the ponderous key behind them, with a sigh of relief. "If the fools hold any thing sacred, we arc safe here." "But my uncle," suggested Ethel. "They are not likely to commit murder.'^' The interior of the church was lofty and dark ; the transition to quiet calm marvelous. They threaded the aisles, followed by hoarse shouts of the crowd, horrible even at that dis- tance. If any thing could have surprised on that day, so replete with strange incidents, it must have been to find before the altar a child's coffin, the tiny inmate, white and still, decked with flowers that breatiied a mild fragrance around, as if the child-life yielded a fixint sweet- ness insufficient to permeate a great world. "Come away," said Mr. Raines, hastily, without looking at the altar, when he divined what was there. But Ethel paused. The lit- tle coffin touched her strangely. "Perhaps we were sent to guard it. Every 100 JOSEPH THE JEW, one lias fled. The poor baby left alone, just as I should have been without you." Mr. Itaines hesitated, then returned to her side, and looked at the child without repug- nance. The projierty of Mr. Hichard Ilearn was be- ing rougiily handled by his enemies ; the fam- ily were forced to escape through the stable to ft place of safety. We did not realize it at the time ; we can not appreciate it, now that it is past. The mob held sway, like a drunken dc?pot, fur three days. "With regard to Kicluird Ilearn, one spark of angry vengeance in the discontented artisan kindled many sparks of wanton mischief, until the mass was ignited into a full blaze. It bat- tered his foundation, forced an entrance ; there was an ominous shivering of mirrors, a crash of falling pictures and furniture. Delicate articles of bijouterie in I\Irs. Ilearn's boudoir were tossed out at window to friends in the crowd, and gilt-bound books rained down on the curbstone. Then the brazen women re- appeared, each carrying an apron-ful of booty, the glittering spoils of a lady's wardrobe. In the church the two living human beings were scarcely less silent than the dead child. Ethel leaned her head against a stone pillow, while Mr. Raines, in sheer weariness, lounged among the cushions of an adjoining pew. lie closed his eyes ; he must have slept ; and when he looked at his companion again she was mar- ble pale, with tears slowly coursing down her cheeks. "Are you ill, or hurt, Ethel?" he inquired. "No; I am very hungry." They had been all day without food, in the midst of jilenty. He rose quietly. " I can get you bread, at least." "No, no! Uon't leave me alone! Indeed I do not mind." John Kaines had never had a woman wholly dependent on him ; the sensa- tion was novel, but it brought no exhilaration. Suddenly the girl became transfigured before him ; a red glow crept up her gown to her face and hair, changing the latter to molten gold, thence bathing the stone pillar in rosy flames. She might have been one of the early martyrs, bound to this stake, consumed by this fiery splendor, gleaming like a star out of a darken- ed world. In reality, Ethel Hearn was vi\ idly illuminated by the light of her uncle's burning home. No one knew how it happened, unless it was the urchin with matches who could trace the tiny blue flash which ran and hid cunningly, then leaped into free life above of devouring flame. Miss Raines opened her own door that evening to admit her brother and Ethel Ilearn. The servants had run awav. ,vx^Q;5^ CHAPTER XXXI. JOHN RAIXES. WHY not many her yourself?" " Eh ? "What put such a thought in your head ?" Miss Raines sat bolt upright, with Iicr hands crossed on her knee, as she asked this abrupt question. She had come to her brother's li- brary after Ethel Hearn was asleep. The room was wholly in shadow, with a gleam of polished mirror, the cases of books dimly revealed by the radiance of the shaded lamp on the table. John Raines had his fan- cies. One was for rare, faded old volumes, velium-bound; another for the Apollo who stood disclosed in graceful outline of marble on an ebony standard ; and yet another whim was a clock like that of Linnaeus, in the window, divided by lace curtains from the room. He could only imitate others, he would affirm, and persisted, so far as it was practicable, in count- ing the passing hours by means of the floral group ranged in a circle. The lotus spread pure, snowy leaves to the early sunbeams, and the daisy opened a crimson star to greet the day ; but John Raines liked best to watch the tender primrose unfurl velvet petals in the ef- fulgence of sunset, and the cactus bloom with starry splendor at midnight. This brother and sister were understood to be very dear to each other. One cloud had rested on their attachment, and over that she still brooded at times. Mr. Raines flushed an uncomfortable red, and looked inexpressibly horrified at I\Iiss Raines's proposition. He glanced around involuntarily, as if about to escape from the very idea. Good gracious ! Had the girl actually mistaken his pleasantries and formed an attachment for him ? Here the good sense of John Raines re-assert- ed itself, a glance at the mirror over the chim- ney-piece rendered such a construction im- probable. Miss Raines did not, apparently, ob- serve his discomfiture. "He receives it pre- cisely as I expected. There is no great liarm done yet," reflected this wise lady. "The idea!" he repeated, with increased ve- hemence. "I shall never marry, of course." "Why?" inquired Miss Raines, turning her quiet glance full on him. This question was unpleasant ; he had a rea- son, yet it was altogether unnecessary to ex- plain. " How can you be so disagreeable, Hester ?" The corners of Miss Raines's mouth shov.'ed suppressed amusement. "Does the girl know ? Has she — " "Has she fallen in love?" The sentence sounded so absurd as she deliberately finished it. "Not that I am aware of. She has never confided any such precious secret to me." "Of course not," said Mr. Raines, conclu- sively, relieved, and a trifle piqued. " Dog in the manger," thought the sister again. "I am interested in this girl," she continued, aloud. "I intend to do something for her. She is what I should have been if the accident had not befallen me. I recognize the same traits daily of my younger self, and to watch their development is a perpetual source of wonder. So like ! Ah, me ! only without the arrogance my birth and wealtli gave me, therefore much better. I should like to see you married. ^Yhat a dift'erent home this would be with a beautiful wife and children, instead of presided over by me, a stiff old maid. Do not interrupt me ; I know. Perhaps I am selfish ; but my otlier self, sans crippled limbs and soured temper, mu^ marry well ; and I should choose you out of all the world." Miss Raines's clear voice trembled with un- wonted emotion. She was honest in Avhat she lOii JOSEPH THE JEW. viiJ, yet there w:.o a rcsorvfttion'wlncn was not honest. "My clear Hester, I like the girl for your s;ike. We will sec what cun be done for her. I can not marry her to oblige you, can I ?" He patted her sliouldcr rc-nssuringly. Jliss liairyis's features contracted n moment; tlien she said, lightly, "I supjjose every thing is cliau- ging. Beauty lil^e that to go begging ! Men must be made of ice instead of the old fire and passion. Ah, my little Ethel, could you be established as the fasliion, how quickly would one sheep follow another in pursuit of you ! Well, my lord, I have given you the first bid for my fair slave, now I will summon others." "What do you mean by that threat?" He was still smiling. "I intend to introduce the most eligible men of my acquaintance to my pet forthwitli. Good-night !" Pretty Etiiel asleep up stairs knew notliing of these plottings concerning her welfare. !Miss Raines stood beside the bed looking earnestly at the girl. "There may be time yet before Hor^ense comes." Jlr. Raines, left alone, wandered restlessly about the library. Of all Hester's absurd whims, this was the most ridiculous. She ivas whimsical. All women were. He was to marry this prote'ge'e to accommodate his sister. Surely that would be a mariage de conveimnce of a unique sort. He would do any thing else for Ethel. She was a dear little girl. So pretty and piquant, altogether a bright ele- ment in the household. If Hester wished to turn the establishment inside out for company, to amuse Ethel, she must have her own waj'. Yet the suggestion annoyed her unaccounta- bly. They were living very quietly and com- fortably as matters stood, with Ethel to sing in the twilight, and Ethel — Tlicre ! best not to make any change until the autumn. He v.ould advise Hester. Of course the latter thought of his happiness ; he firmly believed that. Tlien out of the very quiet of night was born the shadow of a desire which stole over him in soft reverie. The smoke of his cigar wreathed in fantastic shapes before his half-closed eyes, and assumed the fleeting form of filmy dra- peries, even of a well-known face, for imagina- tion was busy within him. While the flower clock grew in tlie window, a soul flower ex- panded an alabaster chalice to catch the dew of life, with which to enrich and beautify a sterile nature. The dawn found him still in the chair where his sister left him. Certainly this was a very extraordinary predicament for a sedate, middle-aged gentleman, even if habit- ually late in retiring. At the breakfast-table his manner was cold and slightly embarrassed. Miss Raines watch- ed him with covert amusement behind the cof- fee-urn. Ethel was frank, and oblivious of change. She claimed his attention witii play- ful exactions, unmindful of stitf rejoinders, for Ethel was sure of indulgence from her haugh- ty, sarcastic hostess. Occasionally he stole glances of critical dis- approval at the girl, seeing her in a new light, which melted as they rested on her fair, happy face. Ethel was verj' happy indeed. "I must go away," he announced, after breakfast, pausing by the window, irresolutely. "Oh, must you?" inquired Ethel, with a shade of disappointment in her tone. The s^oft flattery of the regret expressed was very winning, but it only served to increase Mr. Raines's alarm. Ethel came in from the conservatory as slie spoke, her hands full of rosy blossoms. Siie had a rare appreciation of flowers, not your humble, out-of-door wild growth, but gorgeous exotics, and she was in league with the gar- dener. She was really attached to the master of the house : she recognized in him a gentle- man, contrasted with the Shellport trades-peo- ple, contrasted with Richard Hcarn's surface polish of manner. " I am sorry. See ! If you will stay, I may give my loveliest flowers," she said, Mafting a delicate spray toward him. Ethel knew that her pose was graceful, felt the exultant thrill of her own beauty and health, quite as much as she thought of Mr. Raines at that moment. Sunshine, warmth, perfume, and youth ! He looked at her with suddenly dazzled eyes, as he had done on the steamboat, then turned away hastily. " I must go away I" Jliss Raines had watched them from her arm-cliair. Had she feared the result, rest assured that Ethel Hcarn would never have come about her brother in that fashion. "Then we must be twice as agreeable," said Ethel, going over to her friend. Mr. Raines glanced back at the door. Eth- el was adorning Miss Raines's hair with her blossoms, drooping slender tendrils each side of the pale face. The brother departed. The sister made no comment. Two days later, Ethel looked up from the book she was read- ing aloud, at the sound of carriage-wheels. JOSEPH THE JEW. 103 Mr. Raines had returned. His sister sudden- I Jlr. Raines stood at the door without reply- ly snatched her companion to her breast and j ing. The liall was shaded and cool, after tho kissed her, then said, "Will you go down and sultry street; while tho light from a window wcli'orae him in my place ?" Ethel flitted down the stairway, pausing on the lower step to exclaim, " Wc are so glad to have you back again !" above streamed down on the girl as she hov- ered there, just above him, in delicate summer raiment. Was she sent down in that ray of brightness to his sober life ? CHAPTER XXXII. GREAT NEWS. ETHEL was gone. The blinds of the sick- chamber were always closed now, exclud- ing the sweet summer days. The little sister, forgetful of her own sorrow, was a cheerful presence again. She was finding peace in these days. In her own humility she did not blame Nelson, was even learning to hope that all might yet be well between him and Ethel. They were so well suited, and would make a noble pair. She had heard from Nelson before he went to the war, and often her thoughts, her prayers, followed him to the battle-field. Nicholas, on his return from serving Jared Hearn, had met with a disappointment so unex- pected and severe, that even his sanguine dis- position yielded to utter despondency. Await- ing him was an ominous missive, stating that his safety-valve was already anticipated. Poor Nicholas ! He fiincied that his one little idea was owned by himself alone, out of the whole universe, instead of realizing that many minds ponder on the needs of the age. The plans that hinged on the valve ! The mother was to travel in the warm countries, Olive own a pi- ano, Ethel have unlimited gowns, and Peggy her heart's desire, whatever that might be. Now, instead, Nicholas might bury the tiny hope in the grave of silence. The mother comforted him, and watched for the reaction. It came in a glow of youthful patriotism. Sol- diers were needed, and Nicholas, pushing his papers into a corner, hastened to the front. Peggy was morose. The Raines family were not at their place this year. Ethel had not re- turned. Her flight had been explained in a charming note from Miss Raines, written with all possible dispatch after Ethel's arrival at her door. Without positive prevarication, she shielded the girl from blame. She begged Olive to forgive her for keeping her sister, while assuring her that Ethel should be her first care. " Had you not better add a few lines ?" Miss Raines suggested, as she folded the note. " Oh, I can not I" exclaimed Ethel, in agony. She had confessed much to her friend. The elder lady believed that she read the other's soul like an open page ; yet there were folded leaves, as there are in all natures. Ethel had been the cause of a difference between her sis- ter and lover. Absence might heal the breach. That Ethel herself loved this hero. Miss Raines did not divine. The little sister's reply was dignified and simple. She thanked Miss Raines for her kindness, and did not reproach her sister. Inclosed was a smaller letter to Ethel, full of affectionate solicitude, begging her to write to the mother, who missed her sadly, and speak- ing hopefully of a speedy return. And Ethel wept bitterly as she thought of the lonely little home, wrestling with her own heart. " I must not return until I have accomplished some- thing," she sobbed, and allowed the opportuni- ty to pass. One of the Raines's servants brought a letter to Olive. She turned faint and giddy as her trembling fingers closed over it. "Has any thing happened?" she faltered. " Nothing bad, miss," said the groom, touch- ing his hat with greater respect than ever be- fore. Olive sank into the first seat, and opened the envelope. "Peggy! Peggy! Come here." The old woman obeyed, and at the same moment a light, unsteady footstep, crossing the floor above, descended the stairs. Mrs. Hearn stood on the threshold, a very wraith of a woman in flowing garments. 104 JOSEril THE JEW. '•Wli:it has happened? Is it about your father, at hist." " Oh, mother dear, how stupid I am to frighten you," said Olive, with u tremulous smile, winding her arms about the tottering form. " We have good news. Can you bear to hear? Ethel is married." Mrs. Ilcarn's lips quivered without sound, she looked at Olive once — such a look ! " We could not keep it from you," said Olive, tearfully. Peggy led her mistress back to her room, pas- sive. There was a gray shade on the nurse's face also. " It's to him, I 'sposc," she wliispcred, later. "Yes. Mr. Raines." "I told ye so, long ago. It was all in the cards. " Night settled down on the household, each striving to understand the new state of afi'airs. IIow wonderful to think of Ethel married. Of course they had always looked forward to such an event, yet the fulfillment was unexpected. It was not at all remarkable that Mr. Raines should have fallen in love with Ethel, but the marriage was painful to contemplate, as trans- piring entirely without their cognizance. Was it an elopement? Did Mr. Raines wish to wean Ethel entirely from them ? Oh, why had slie thrust them out of her confidence at such a crisis? Such were the little sister's first re- flections. As for Mrs. Ilearn, she lay on her bed in silence, with her hands clasped over her eyes. "Go to your supper, my dear," slie said, pushing Olive gently away, as she hovered an.x- iously near. "What will you have ?" "Nothing." "You must. A drop of chicken broth. A cup of tea ?" "Tea, if you choose." Left alone, Mrs. Ream murmured, " Married, without me — her own mother. Ah, I hope the child may never need me again. I have done the best I could for her." The little sister went down with an aching heart to the lonely supper-room. She spread the letter open, instead of eating. " Read it again," said Peggy, coming in with the tea-pot, and preparing to listen, with folded arms. "My dkar, incAu Moxuiiii and Sister, — When this letter reaches you I shall be mar- ried to a good, kind gentleman, who will de- vote his life to me. We never thought that there would be a rich Mrs. Raines in our poor little family, did we? Miss Raines is satisfied, and likes me for a sister. I hope you will be pleased, too, for indeed I could not have made a better match. I am very fortunate for a girl in my position. Uncle Hearn may know me now, as I shall rank above him in society. Oh, how splendid it will be, my darlings, to be a lady. I am coming to you to-morrow. Do not allow dear Peggy to fret about prepara- tions ; we stay at the house. "Ever your aflcctionate Ethel." " She is better off," said I'cggy, with an in- voluntary sigh. "I never could understand her leaving us," said Olive. " P'raps I know. I scolded her, and she de- served it. She took the life out o' your heart, child, and I told her so." " You did ?" said Olive, regretfully. " Then you were very unjust. Just as if she could help it — or — " Here the brave little sister laid her head down on the table and began to cry. "You sent her out into the world, poor child ! She might not have found friends ; we read of such things." Peggy was dumb. Remorse for her own harsh words had weighed on her ever since Ethel's flight. The old woman went away in silence : it was not best to condole with Olive, who would be ashamed of her tears present- ly. Peggy had not dwelt with the little sis- ter these one-and-twenty years without under- standing her peculiarities. In the kitchen Peggy glanced around for help. The clouds were very dark. " Shouldn't wonder if it kill- ed her mother," she said, from a habit of speak- ing her thoughts aloud. First she refreshed herself with a pinch of snuff, then, slighting the clairvoyance gift as a broken reed, she lifted from a shelf a large Bible, with worn cover. Peggy's selection, af- ter adjusting the silver-bowed spectacles, was the Lamentations of Jeremiah. Iler theologic- al views were peculiar. In fact, no one exact- ly knew what she believed, as she maintained unusual reserve on the subject. With her, reading the Scriptures was not so much a habit as a resort in emergencies, when her courage was spent, and then she invariably turned to the grand, stern prophets of the Old Testament. In this way was the news of Ethel Hearn's marriage received by her own family. Olive speedily dried her tears, recovered her composure, and went into the kitchen to make overtures of peace with Peggy — poor old Peg- JOSEPH THE JEW. lo; gy, who always did her best for them. This ac- complished, she returned to the mother's room, reproaching herself for having given way in- stead of making the others happier. Mrs. Hearn lay in precisely the same attitude, with her hands over her face, the cup of tea un- touched beside her. Her daughter, so young, and patient, and hopeful, stood regarding her with unutterable tenderness ; then tlie grief of her heart found utterance against her will. " Oh, mother, you have me left." Mrs. Ilearn was not insensible to this ap- peal ; she quickly withdrew her hands, and looked into the clear eyes of her child. " I am selfish. But you do not know how hard it is to bear all alone — all alone I If your father were only here to share it. My own daughter to go away and marry a man I never saw !" Then she burst into nervous, feeble weeping, which somewhat relieved her. Olive soothed her, suggested hope in every form which her of- fice of consoler could discover, and thought of Ethel with sudden bitterness, for thus wound- ing her mother. The little sister's eftbrts were so far successful that when slie cracked a poor little joke about one old maid being left in the family, by a Mise dispensation of Providence, the mother smiled faintly. In the mean while Peggy, seated before tlie open Bible, was arguing with Deity, entirely without intentional irreverence. " It ain't right for one young thing to hev' all the trouble. Any one can see that. It don't matter for an old body like me to live shet np so. One place is as good as another when you get to be sixty odd. Then, as if it wasn't enough to be always planning and fuss- ing for her mother — bless her! — that beau had to come and make her happy for a spell, only to shoot off agin. It's enough to break any camel's back, the way she's had to excuse Eth- el to her mother, I declare." Oh, Peggy, would you disarrange the pat- tern, weaving through all the ages, with dark and bright threads, under the All-seeing eye ? What if the noblest natures are purified in the chasuble of affliction ? And what if repara- tion to Albert Hearn's wife should be the lov- ing fidelity of one of Albert Heurn's children through all these weary years ? The clock struck twelve. The strokes rang on Mrs. Hearn's brain with painful distinctness. She raised herself and listened. A dim light burned in the hall ; Olive was sleeping the dreamless sleep of youth in an adjoining room; even Peggy had succumbed to bodily weariness, closed her Bible, and gone to bed. For the mother there was no rest. The shock of ex- citement had brought the enemy of her life trooping back with all his legions. She Iiad been aroused from a doze by a thrill of agony darting through cheek and temple. The veins of her temple projected like knotted cords, a cliill perspiration rained down her face. "Let the child sleep while she can," she thouglit, fearful of arousing Olive. " To-morrow will be anotlier day, alterday, as good King Taldemar said." Then, with her brain on fire, she rocked herself, repeating: "Alterday, Alterday," un- consciously. The pain fiend put her to incon- ceivable torture in the application of his In- quisition, as if to wring a groan from her li])s, which would bring a small, white-robed figure to her side. Darts of flame flashed before her closed eyes. She buried her head in the pil- low, clenching her teeth on it. " I wonder who bought my daughter's wed- ding clothes. Oh, Albert, we are brought very low when strangers pay for her trousseau!" Wounded sensitive-plants do not close in sleep. She rose and paced the room with her light step. The poor woman was beside herself in the terrible anguish of suffering, yet she must think — think with an acute perception of evil, and no power to see good. At one moment she leaned far out the window, inhaling the grate- ful damjiness of night, the next she immersed her face in ice-cold water, then she recklessly beat her head to deaden sensation. Suddenly the fiend whispered, "Morphine." Mrs. Ilearn sliivered, and glanced toward a closet. In the closet was oblivion. She returned to her bed resolutely. Some slight noise just then aroused the little sister, who crept in as she was in the habit of doing several times in the night. She thought that her mother looked haggard and white, but the invalid feigned sleep. A fierce contest raged within the latter's breast. At length she went to the closet ; she would mere- ly look at the remedy. There it stood, a small phial, filled with a colorless liquid. Insignifi- cant in appearance, but gazed at by the yearn- ing eyes of misery so often, and bringing a fatal death in life to its votaries. This bottle had a history in the Hearn family. Mrs. Hearn had used it, until Olive had observed, with inex- pressible horror, that she Avas drifting into a habit of requiring the narcotic at stated hours. Tiiere had been a struggle — drunkards, wheth- er of liquors or drugs, being self-dccc])tive — and the daughter's firmness won. ISIrs. Hearn promised never to touch the medicine without Olive's entire consent. Again she resisted 106 JOSEPH THE JEW. temptation, and returned to bed. Her best resolutions faltered. The fiend — surely never her own better nature — waxed defiant. What was honor to torture ? What right had Olive to exact such a promise from Jier poor mother, for a jiiinciple? rrincijile I Her trcnihling hands clutciied the bottle. Olive know what had happened when her mother opened her eyes at a late hour next day. Abashed and humiliated, Mrs. Ilearn avoided her daughter's gaze. " I have broken my promise. I could not endure more," she whispered, hoarsely. " Oh that death might render me no longer contemptible !" Olive refrained from mentioning the medi- cine again, only, with ever-increasing pain, kept the phial replenished. Later, Mr. and Mrs. Kaines came. Ethel was all smiles and pretty triumph. She put her arms around Peggy's neck at the door, and the old nurse thawed into a proud smile. " I am so glad to be home once more !"said the bride, embracing Olive. Then she added to her husband, " This is your new sister," and Mr. Raines obediently kissed Olive, although the little sister did not care much about being thus saluted. Ethel left them in the tiny parlor to make the best of each other's society, while she ran up stairs to the mother's room. Olive dread- ed this tke-a-tkc with her brother-in-law, and sat casting about in her mind for some topic of conversation which should be conventional. Mr. Raines, also, conscious of some awkward- ness, stood before a choice engraving, a relic of Albert Hearn's better days, which gave Ol- ive the opportunity to study the back of his head, and speculate on how soon he would be bald. Fortunately, he found something to say about the famous original of the picture, which he had seen, before they congealed into statues. Olive was interested, against her will, in Tin- toretto, although she still regarded Mr. Raines with asperity. What business had a plain, small gentleman to marry handsome Ethel ? Suppose he was rich. He had need to be, one would think, to balance things. Observe, the little sister was not at all worldly-wise, nor did she judge mankind by a fair standard in comparing them with Nelson's extraordinary beauty. Mr. Raines read this hostility at a glance. lie was a trifle offended, and a good deal amused. Perhaps Mr. Raines was more in the habit of playing the great gen- tleman than was good for him. He certainly had not expected to sue for pardon when he entered this humble domicile, and elevated a daughter by marriage, yet Olive lost nothing of his respect by her entire unwillingness to re- ceive him. He frowned once at the picture, then turned to his companion. There sat the little sister, on the extreme edge of her chair, in a stiff, old-maidish attitude, intending to be elaborately civil, and not in the least aware of her failure. "You do not forgive me yet, I perceive, but you will in time, I hope. I shall try to make the child happy; and," freezing a little, "she was not forced to marry me against her will." " Oh, I am sure not," stammered Olive, blushing violently. "You must not consider her lost, although it is natural for families to feel such partings keenly, especially women. You will judge mc more leniently when your own turn comes." "I shall never marry," said Olive, prompt- ly,- glaiTcing at him with a quick suspicion. Could it be possible' that Ethel had told him iibont KdlSon ? Mrt Raines made no immediate reply ; his smile said more plainly than words : "Young ladies more frequently form such resolutions than keep them." Ethel returned radiant with satisfaction. She had resolved to make all amends to her mother, and had succeeded. She glanced with some curiosity at Olive, then approached her husband. " Mother wishes to see you." " Is it not too much for her strength ?" Ethel looked at him beseechingly, and Mr. Raines, being on his good behavior with his wife's relations in this first interview, obedient- ly went. Mrs. Hearn's chamber was very simple in appointment, but exquisitely clean. The r^e she wore had been bleached to snowy white- ness by Peggy's hands ; her hair was becom- ingly arranged, and a knot of lavender ribbons at the throat gave a tinge of color to the fiided face. A cool, green, twilight chamber, with a pervading atmosjihere of fragrance from the lil- ies in the vases. It was none of i\Ir. Raines's affair that the little sister had toiled in the hot sun after the lilies ; had paused on the thresh- old to note the artistic effect of light or shade on her invalid ; had even consulted Peggy as to the advisability of allowing him to sit in a cane chair, or the arm-chair, with a cashmere shawl draped cleverly over the back to conceal its shabbiness. When he entered this hushed room, and encountered Jlrs. Hearn's earnest gaze, he realized the wrong Ethel had done. The mother desired to see her daughter's hus- band alone. The interview was long and quiet. JOSEPH THE JEW. 107 Ethel held court below stairs, with Olive and Peggy for subjects. How pretty she was ! And with what pride did she sketch the future of Mrs. Raines ! "Do not forget tlic mother," Olive wanted. Then the bride flitted into tlie dining-room, reached to a shelf for a little volume of Tenny- son, and overturned a port-folio of sketches. How came a sheet of paper in her hand, a mere suggestion of the low, curving shore, with tlie fog rolling in from the sea? Instantly the scene flashed back to her, this fickle Ethel, as- sisted by circumstances to forget, rushed over her with an overwhelming mastery and intensi- ty of vaiu longing, which blinded her eyes with sudden tears. Oh, the beautiful young face bending over her that night ! Oh, life, full, perfect, self-sacrificing, if shared with him ! Gone, gone, never to return in time or eternity. "I am glad I closed the gate !" she said, pas- sionately. The little sister's arms encircled her. "My dear, the step you have taken was ter- ribly rash. God help you!" Ethel proudly dashed away her tears. " God helps those who help themselves " — the soft lips uttered Miss Raines's hard philosophy already. " God has helped you all your life, Ethel Hearn. The time will surely come when you will need him." How meek and tame the little sister was! Fate brings to each of us our allowance soon enough ; Ethel had gone forth to meet it with eager, outstretched hand, while Olive had pa- tiently awaited it. Up stairs Sirs. Hearn was saying : " Had I been coiKulted about your marriage you should have learned this before." "It could have made no dificrence, I assure you." Then Mr. Raines came down stairs, know- ing more of Ethel's father than she did, and the visitors departed. " You may hold my parasol." " "With pleasure. I believe that I will send out to Europe for a coral handle and poiut-lace cover. Would you like it ?" "Of all things," assented Ethel, with spark- ling eyes. After all, it was nice to be Mrs. Raines, and have a husband devoted to her. Ethel looked at him complacently. What could she not make him do ? Alas ! that wom- an should believe her power to be unbounded. As it happened, Ethel Hearn was not the ro- mance of John Raines's life. CHAPTER XXXIir. THE HERMIT. DOWN by the river the old house stood, holding its secret close. Joseph Host had nearly wrested it away, bui deatli had checked the progress of Joseph Eost, and saved the house. Saved? Daylight disclosed fresh lines and crevices in its aged front, like the wrinkles of laughter in an old man's ftice. Above the decayed walls rose the marble Virgin in stain- less purity. The flowers and weeds grew rank in the garden, the humid steps were again un- trodden ; the very layers of dust, gathering in impalpable folds, had settled on every projec- tion as before the coming of the Jew. The sole occupant of the place was the In- dian woman, wlio glided swiftly among the trees, collecting the simple necessities of her life, bright-eyed, alert, and ever watchful for the return of Bernardo. On the morning of which we write, she was molting the berries that furnished the candles of her altar, in an iron pot, over some crack- ling branches, when she felt her skirt pulled. Turning, she saw a large, rough dog of saga- cious aspect. The Indian passively watched his movements. The dog whined, fawned on her, licked her hands, ran a short distance, paused to see if she followed, then returned to repeat his entreaties. The woman went to her room, returning armed with a JMexican dagger, bow and arrows slung over her shoulder, and a rifle in her hands. Apparently satisfied with this curious mixture of barbarous and civilized weapons, the dog bounded through the thicket. The Indian followed. A man hung limp in the lower branches of a small tree. He was evidently injured, and had made great exer- tions to climb the tree out of reach of some enemy. "Alligator," muttered the Indian, and began to search the underbrush carefully, aided by the dog. A hidden object presently stirred the leaves cautiously. Beware of the cruel jaws, the slimy length of hidden reptile I The dog shrank back, trembling. The Indian surveyed her antagonist contemptuously, from intimate association with the monster since childhood. Iler keen glance told her that the alligator was already wounded in the head. Measuring her aim critically, she fitted an ar- row into the bow, and sent the barbed agony home through the eye to the sluggish brain. The creature moaned like a human being. Then the savage burst forth, coursing like a lava torrent of fierce delight through her veins. Generations of warrior ancestors impelled her to crush and trample a fallen foe. The war between rejitilc and man dilated her nostril, and flashed in her eye, as she plunged her dag- ger into the helpless carcass. She despised the alligator, she wreaked vengeance on it, she wrought herself into a frenzy over the work. But when the wounded man opened his eyes he was lying on a soft blanket in the In- dian's room, and she was skillfully binding up his wounds with bruised leaves and aromatic- scented herbs. The faithful dog lay stretch- ed across the threshold, afraid to ap])roach his master without the Indian's sanction. The man smiled faintly, and nodded a friendly greeting. She replied gravely. These two knew each otlier ; they were neighbors, after a fixshion. lie had ajipeared five years before, built a cab- in in the fir plantation half a mile up the river, and sat watching the rippling water all day. lie lived as a hermit withdrawn from the world. Often he met the Indian, in lonely rambles; once, indeed, she had broifght him a gift of yams, and asked his oi)inion about Ber- nardo's long absence. " The alligator tracked me unexpectedly, and sna])ped at my leg before I bould get away. I shot it once." She mixed a bitter draught, while he spoke, JOSEPH THE JEW. 109 in an earthen vase, bade him drink, and soon sleep settled gently on his eyelids. They form- ed a singular contrast of races : the Indian's bronzed face, thin, eager, self-contained ; the sleeping old man, with beard and hair like the silk of milkweed, or cotton in the pod, regular features, and a transparent fairness of com- plexion. The dog suddenly pricked up his ears, but his sense of hearing was scarcely more acute than that of tlie woman. She passed rapidly around the house and confronted strangers coming up the path from the beach, as she had faced Joseph Host before — two young men in blue uniform, one tall and handsome, the other small, red-haired, and ugly. The latter accost- ed her with easy familiarity. ""We are glad to find you well, aunty. We are going to make you a visit." " Did Bernardo send you ?" she inquired, slowly. " I am sorry to say that I do not know Ber- nardo." "This is no place for strangers, then. Why do you come ?" "Do not chaff her, Nicholas. You little know the breed," urged his companion, in an under-tone. "We will not trouble you," said Nicholas, good-huraoredly. " We want to see the house, and a queer old place it is. We must behold it, by fair means, if possible, by foul, if not. Does she understand that, think you ? Come, let us ransack before night, and then camp somewhere near. Mind you, I believe that old fellow was cracked who left you the pocket- book. Men have dreamed of treasures before. Still, the description tallies, and it serves as a lark." So saying, Nicholas Hearn gave a re- sounding blow to the door, which fell open, and they entered the hall — desolate, chill, si- lent, and void, with the ashes of the Jew's fire still on the hearth. The Indian hesitated, watching their move- ments with glittering eyes ; then she went away. "Let them touch one of bis things!" she muttered. The two young men explored to their hearts' content. To be sure, the doors were fastened leading from the hall, but they were off on fur- lough, and there was ample time to dig for Captain Kidd's treasure, as Nicholas called it. Nelson was becoming more impatient ; some portion of Joseph's eagerness seemed to have been his inheritance with the pocket-book. The wounded man's slumbers were broken by a cheery voice. "HuUoa, aunty! Have you got any thing to eat? We are starving." The hermit opened his eyes, with a great start, and looked at Nicholas Ilearn standing at the door. "Dear me! a sick man. I am sorry to disturb you !" exclaimed Nicholas, in dismay. "Are you the master of the house? I wish you would make the old woman feed us ; she's uncommonly rusty, you know." A strange dread and awe rested on the her- mit ; he made no reply, but continued to gaze at the intruder gravely. A voice was speaking to him out of the remote past like an echo of his own life. "He's cracked, too," thought Nicholas, and bore the investigation patiently until he should speak. " Where did you come from ?" " Down the river. We are off on leave, and wish to explore this old house. There is no harm in that, is there ?" " Certainly not. I will speak to the wom- an, and you will find food at my cabin in the fir plantation above. Will you come again ?" "To be sure I will — as often as you like ; and we must nurse you well. Is it fe- ver ?" "No, no, an alligator attacked me. Your accent is different — did you — live — north ?" "Yes. My home is Shellport. Do you know that place?" Nicholas was fondling the dog. "No. And your name ?" "Nicholas Hearn. Why, what is the mat- ter ?■' The hermit had quietly fainted. ^Q^. CHAPTER XXXIV. FOUND. AN hour later the two young men were con- templating with the satisfaction of weary travelers a fire blazing on the broad hearth of the old hall. At first they had discussed sleep- ing on the ground, as in camp ; but had final- ly decided to allow themselves the unusual lux- ury of a shelter of any sort. Not having old' Jake in the capacity of steward, they had been obliged to act as their own purveyors, even go- ing as far as the hermit's cabin to borrow from his stock of provisions. Nicholas had not yet given a full description of his interview with the stranger. "You saw him well out of it, of course," Nel- son, who Avas on his knees sorting hard bread out of their knapsack, observed. "I should think so," replied Nicholas, with his gaze fixed on the coflee-pot. " You should have seen the old woman pounce on me! She ordered me off, with such a look. But I was not to be disposed of in that fashion. I know something about doctoring ; I studied medicine once for a while." " Oh, Nicholas ! what have you not stud- ied?" exclaimed Nelson. "Knowledge is power," said Nicholas, grave- ly, raising the lid, and squinting into the cof- fee-pot. "I felt his pulse, and all that, and when I found he was coming around I walked off. Catch me worrying the poor man again ; his nerves are too shaky. Indians are cajjital nurses. What did make him faint, I won- der." "Tlie poor soul has been so long out of cre- ation that he is like the wild animals. Fled from some real or imaginary evil, and is half insane, probably. In Europe he would have become aTrapi)ist, and his name have perished with him." " Strange ! when there is so much to be done in the world," said Nicholas ; and losing him- self in this thought, staring at the fire, permit- ted the coffee to boil over. . Nelson and Nicholas were the best possible friends, from the very contrast of their natures. Nelson was the practical financier, Nicholas the nerve force. Their interests did not clash, thus creating envy, but followed widely differ- ent channels. As soldiers they worked shoul- der to shoulder. "With regard to the disagree- ment with the girls, Nicholas saw no occasion to take up cudgels against his college mate, and believed it would " all come right " some time. How it was to come right, Nicholas did not trouble himself to decide ; he was sorry for any unhappiness, but rather thought that, if the girls had something to do, were deeply versed in science, for instance, they would find no time for moping. As for Nelson, he was a man, with a man's work before him. Nicholas did not see any necessity for pitying him. Tiie supper was dispatched with relish, al- beit frugal, and then they filled their pipes. " Oh ! did I tell you I got a letter from home just before we started ?" said Nicholas. It was a full minute before Nelson trusted his voice to inquire : "All well?" "All well, and Ethel married." "Married I" How the fire leaped and dazzled ! How unnaturally loud sounded the tones of his own voice! Did he actually siiout the word, or had Nicholas repeated it? Or were his senses stunned with that singing in his brain ? Ethel married ! Gone, lost to him forever. In the selfishness of his pain, he never once thought of the little sister. To be sure, he had not hoped for any thing but wide separation, yet — Olive might have forgiven him in time. It was torture to consider this girl of his briglitcr JOSEPH THE JEW. Ill fancy as belonging to another man. What did the old clock know about it? lie found himself asking this childish question, because he fancied there was intelligence in its ghostly silence. When had the pendulum swung the sad refrain "Never — forever," and whose life had been ticked away ? Nicholas Hearn, who was entirely devoid of imagination except in the speculations of his own future success, did not particularly notice his friend's abstraction. "By Jove ! I am glad Ethel has caught such a fish," he continued, M-armly. "It is not only that he is rich, although that is a comfortable thing too, but he is as good as gold. I shall never forget him ! I declare, if he wanted my head to-morrow, I would give it to him in a minute." If Mr. Raines accepted the gift of Nicholas Ilearn's head so generously proifered by the owner, it would never he as an ornament, but rather from some internal quality of usefulness. Nelson Mould scarcely have been human had he not sneered a trifle when his heart-strings ■were thus ti-ampled upon. " He seems to be a favorite. May I ask his name?" "Mr. Raines." "What! that old fellow? I forgot; of course, money is the first consideration, A good match to wed a grandfather ! How girls do sell themselves !" "I should say he was worth every inch as much as Ethel," replied Nicholas, quietly. Then it did occur to him that the subject must be a painful one. Nelson said very little more that night. He replied in monosyllables when Nicholas ram- bled off in ghostly dissertations suggested by their surroundings, and the fun it would be to search the old place. With a feeling of posi- tive relief, Nelson hade him good-night, after each had placed his heavy boots for a pillow beneath the blanket, soldier fashion, and lay down beside the replenished fire. Nicholas fell asleep. Nelson lay looking at the glow on the ceiling from the coals, as Joseph Rost had done, with throbbing, aching brain. Jo- seph had thought of Rachel as Samuel's bride, with much the same bitterness that Nelson now thought of Ethel as the wife of John Raines. The solemnity of the night, the lonely desertion of the place, weighed on his spirits, because a part of his misery. If he had only known be- fore! He would have rescued Ethel at all hazards. People might have thought their worst. His father could have still further de- nounced him. Olive — here came a sharp twinge of i)ain — well, Olive would have consid- ered him the mean hound he was. He writh- ed at the idea. IIow dreary and long life would be ; how blank and devoid of interest ! Again he felt the golden hair drift across his cheek. Again the gray eyes, deep and dreamy, ■were raised to his, while the ghostly clock above his head surely ticked "Never — for- ever." It was not the clock, it was the stroke of conscience vibrating through his being. This was his punishment. The measure he had meted out to Olive, his chosen Avife, was now his portion. He had been unfaithful to her, and Ethel unfaithful to him, in turn. If he could only act, it would be savagely, but he was restrained by wide distance. The powers of good and evil were testing the manhood of Nelson Thorne that night. Had his father known it, what passionate prayers for his de- liverance would have come from the strong man's soul ! Thus the darkness gathered around them ; the hermit, intensely wakeful, in the out-build- ing, and the young soldiers following the clue of a letter which might prove as delusive as a vision. It may have been hours later that Nicholas Hearn was aroused to a condition of rigid wakefulness. He did not fear any thing mor- tal, tangible, but on the barrier of the unseen world he had never stepped. A cold current of air awakened him, without a transition state of drowsiness, every faculty unnaturally alert and keen. On the other side of the hearth Nelson was sitting erect, and between stood an old man in a green coat, holding a glittering chain of jewels in his hands. "Father, how came you here?" asked Nel- son. The old man did not heed the question. He stood there with an expression of musing ad- miration on his face, turaing the necklace through his fingers, or laying it against the re- lief of his coat sleeve, to bring out the lights. Nicholas observed, with horror, that a long silk scarf of curious netted Avork was tied around the stranger's neck, and the ends trailed behind on the floor. "Father, father, speak to me !" entreated Nelson, almost wildly, rising to his feet. Nicholas mechanically did the same. The old man glanced quickly over his shoul- der, not at Nelson, but beyond, and concealed the chain in his breast. Simultaneously the two young men extended their arms to grasp 112 JOSEPH THE JEW. liim ; the fire leaped up, distinctly revealing his figure, then went out. Nicholas clasped Nel- son's hands across a vacant sj)ace. "The fellow told the truth in that letter," said Nicholas, when a torch was kindled, shed- ding a pale gleam on the two startled faces. "We have seen the ghost." " Ghost!" interrupted Nelson. "That was my father." Nicholas regarded him in astonishment. "We must not let these things turn our brains. They are queer. I'crhaps science may find a solution for them some time." " Science!" repeated Nelson, imi)aticntly ; "I tell you it was my own father. Don't you sup- pose that I know him by this time ?" " Look here, Nelson, your father does not wear his hair in that way, or clothes of that cut. I never saw the like out of a picture." " True, but the resemblance is remarkable," replied Nelson, with a sigh of relief, wijiing his damp brow. They made a tour of the premises, and dis- covered nothing. The next morning the young men started in search of game and lish to re- plenish their larder. "We must lay in some provisions, and per- haps to-night the goblin will be so obliging as to show us where the jewels are hidden," said Nicholas, lightly. Nelson was gloomy and silent ; he could not so easily shake oflf the influences of the pre- vious night. All day the hermit watched, with feverish eagerness, for a glimpse of Nicholas Ilearn, but the latter never came. He had, however, in- quired of the Indian about the sick man's con- dition. At last the hermit could endure sus- pense and disappointment no longer ; he beg- ged the woman to fetch the young man, but the Indian came, and went sullenly, neither promising nor refusing. In her heart she was jealous that he was not satisfied with her care. Then he coaxed his dog to go, and the animal, already on excellent terms with the intruders, went. Toward evening the sick man heard approaching footsteps, and the color deepened in his cheek. Nelson brought him some birds, fruit of the day's shooting. The color faded in the her- mit's face. " Can I sec — the other one?" he asked, hes- itatingly. "He believes he had best not come until to- morrow. " "Why ?" suspiciously. "Because you are not strong yet." " Is your name Ilcarn also ? Are you broth- ers ?" "No; friends." " I should like to sec him." "The hermit evidently likes you best," said Nelson, afterward, Nicholas went, to humor the sick man's wliim, and Nelson suddenly decided to explore the room described by Joseph Host. The inter- view with the hermit was unimportant. When Nicholas returned, his comrade was rolling a canvas which he put in his knapsack. They agreed to take turns in watching that night, and draw lots for the first choice. "Don't you see how much easier it is?" argued Nicholas. " Ghosts always point the way to secret treasures in stones — get out of their graves on purpose. If the old chap — I beg his pardon, the apparition — don't enlighten us to-night, we will tear the house down piece- meal." They spun a coin, and the lot fell to Nicho- las. His companion rolled himself in his blank- et, and fell asleep ; Nicholas sat bolt-upright, his funny little eyes roving around the place. He smoked a pipe, yawned, looked at the clock, tlien took a wooden model of a lock from a convenient pocket, and studied it attentively. Nicholas was a good soldier, wiry, active, cour- ageous, but all the military drilling in the world could not have banished the lock from his mind. It was to be burglar-proof, easily ad- justable, small, yet strong. In the insignifi- cant invention Nicholas again saw a cloud cas- tle rising which should own in him a master. Suddenly he looked up ; the clock case had a curious brass lock. " I might get an idea from the old thing," he soliloquized, placing the torch on the man- tel-piece, and cutting around the lock with his penknife. Angry eyes were watching, stealthy steps were drawing near. The wood was old, the lock, with one wrench, lay in his hand, but the rude shock had wrought more than Nicholas in his wildest dreams anticipated. The clock rest- ed in a niche, but the jar sli]'pcd the door off the hinges. "I did not mean to do that," thought the young man, peering into the case. In the back was a panel which had once been concealed, but was now revealed by the warping of cracks. Nicholas's heart began to beat with excitement. A touch of his pen- knife opened the second door, and in a space of the wall behind was a small wooden box. A quick hand swept down the torch, a fierce JOSEPH THE JEW. 113 throb of pain darted through Nichohis's shoul- der. He sank to the ground witli a groan. " What is tiie matter ?" cried Nelson, aroused as if from a niglitmarc. "A light — quick !" panted Nicliohxs. When the torch was relighted, they were alone. Nicholas Hearn had been stabbed in the back, and tlie niche behind the clock was vacant, except of a log-book. Outside a man climbed the vine ladder lead- ing up to the statue of the Virgin quickly. He was small, and bent in figure, with green- ish eyes and a crafty face. Then all was still. In the mean while the hermit had passed an eventful night. Toward evening he dozed. He was aroused by the dog. The animal was behind his master's couch on the floor, as if to get beyond the Indian's reach, and gave vent to a dismal howl. The sick man opened his eyes, and beheld the Indian woman scowling at the dog, while she prepared a fluid in the vase. " Too tired, make you sleep," she said, pla- cing the vase within reach of his hand. "You are a good doctor; what should I do without you ?" he returned, gratefully. She looked pleased. One of those sudden impulses or convictions which flash through the mind at times seized the hermit. He raised the vase to his lips, then quickly poured it on the ground when her back was turned. Why did she wish him to sleep ? She had given him no drink the previous night. Why was the dog imeasy ? Was her anger kindled against the young men? He must watch. For a long time the woman appeared to mean nothing un- usual ; she moved about quietly, the hermit pre- tending to sleep, while the dog kept between his master and the wall. Nothing sinister, only she looked at the sleeper occasionally, and once stole up to examine the empty cup. Heav- ens ! she could not intend to murder him. He must not die now. The sick man's heart gave such a bound of alarm that he feared she would see the blanket heave. Like a shadow she moved to the door, and melted into the darkness of night. He raised himself, and list- ened intently. The dog growled ; his master's hand gripped his collar to command silence. If he could only have followed, instead of lying bound to the floor by weakness ! Per- haps the young men should have been warned of danger. She migiit surprise them in sleep. Why should she ? Surely his brain was sick with morbid fancies, as well as his body. He tried to compose himself in vain. His thoughts must follow the stealthy figure in the darkness. There sat the man with one hand on the dog's throat, straining his senses to catch an unusual sound. What if he shouted ? That would bring the Indian back sooner than help, and when she recognized in him a foe, a spy, what dreadful form would her anger take in his helpless state ? Suddenly she sprang into the room, and threw herself on her couch. The hermit had barely time to drop back into his former posi- tion and keep the dog quiet. The woman held a small box, which she thrust beneath her body for concealment. Not a sound broke the stillness. She lay perfectly motionless. At last, when her fears of being followed seem- ed to be allayed, she rose, and went out. The hermit, wrought to the highest pitch of anxiety, crawled on his hands and knees to the door. Peering into the night, he at last discerned her by the ruined part of the wall, where a wild fig- tree grew. She lifted a heavy stone, put some- thing — probably the box — among the rubbish, and replaced the stone. She had returned to her bed, the hermit hav- ing crept back with infinite pain and difficul- ty, when steps were heard approaching, and a torch flared. The light fell on the Indian's impassive face awhile before she ajipeared to awaken. "I want your help," said Nelson Thorne. "Help?" she repeated, stupidly, rubbing her eyes. "Yes; my friend has hurt himself a little." " Me eome. Hush ! he sleep." The hermit clenched his hands beneath the blanket ; the dog wagged his tail, but never moved. The woman calmly gathered up her herbs and accompanied the young man. Nich- olas Hearn had received a wound in the shoul- der, which was not deep enough to be danger- ous. The inscrutable bronze fixce stooped to e;xamine it. For a time she busied herself in preparation, then, as she spread a green leaf over the injured part, a grim smile just curved her lips. Nelson mistrusted her, and he was ordinarily the most unsuspicious of mortals. This duty performed, she stalked away. The door leading to the back of the house was slowly opened, and the hermit crawled in with his dog. He checked Nelson's exclama- tion of surprise by an imperative gesture. He was deadly pale, trembled excessively, and drops of blood trickled from his wounded foot. Nelson held his flask to the old man's lips. "We have not a moment to spare. The woman did it. Oh ! is he much hurt ? You must take me. If I am left, she will hunt me down, and I wish to live now. I have deceived lU JOSEPH THE JEW. lier; slic bulievcs lliat I am still asleep in the dark yonder. I have the box here," '•We need not run away from a woman," i^aid Nelson, contemptuously. '"True, but from an Indian? I tliink she considers you thieves of some sort, and will have vengeance, for I have robbed her. Quick I the boat before dawn." They made their preparations silently and rapidly. At the door Nicholas paused, bade his companions wait, and went back for the lock of the clock case and the log-book. As- suredly, Nicholas Hearn could not be said to neglect his opjjortunities. Down to the river and the boat. Out on the rij)pling tide, the hermit steering, with his faithful dog between his knees, Nicholas crouch- ed on the next scat, and Nelson pulling stur- dily. Push off from the dark bank, with tlio old house shrouded in its tangled thicket, and tlic savage, in her lair, guarding the treasure of a dead owner. The loud report of a rifle broke the stillness ; Nelson rested on his oars and listened intently. What was it ? Only this : Reuben Wentzel had tracked the two sol- diers when he found that he could not obtain possession of Joseph's pocket-book, and had hovered near the old house for two days, sleep- ing in the hermit's deserted cabin. He had taken care not to be seen by a soul, and he had discovered that the vine ladder was an excel- lent perch at night, commanding as it did the ingress or egress of the young men. As re- garded the Indian woman, Reuben knew abso- lutely nothing. This night he had climbed until he reached the niche of the Virgin, and found a resting-place on the ledge beside the white figure. He may have dozed in tlie weary vigil, when a noise startled him — the shipping of an oar. What ! had they accomplished their purpose, whatever it was, and gone ? He pushed the statue with his elbow, perhaps in his haste to get down, and the marble form, glimmering weirdly in the night, toppled for- ward, and disappeared with a crash. Ah! Reu- ben Wentzel, better to have been aware of the foe crouching panther-like among the shrub- bery. Tiicn the shot rang out, and Reuben Wentzel fell. After that Nicholas was very ill. They made a camp for him, and removed the Indian's band- age. Whether the ajiplication was poisonous, or the fatigue of the journey injurious, was ques- tionable. The hermit inclined to the former belief. The old man watched unweariedly, for- getting his own sufferings in anxiety for the other's recovery. Gradually it dawned on Nel- son that this interest was remarkable. But there came a day when Nicholas was so much better that they could discuss matters and examine the box. Tiie hermit had insist- ed on keeping it closed until they could all in- vestigate its contents. Tliere the necklace lay, destined never to gladden the eyes of the dia- mond brokers ; concealed by the old master from Bernardo, who must have been ignorant of its existence. Had not the old house held its secret well ? The sunlight smote sparks of flame from the jewels, and a clear lustre, like drojis of water strung together, delighted the eye. A chain of translucent emeralds was held by a rim of diamonds, pearls, rubies, and sapphires. Tlie three men were silent, dazzled, stupefied. Nicliohis first recovered himself. " Well done, old fellow! I congratulate you. Only think of that letter being true after all I I never believed a word of it." The hermit glanced up inquiringly. "We will share it. Our friend here has earned a portion," said Nelson. A light broke from the old man's eyes ; he clutched tlie chain eagerly, then he grew asliy white, as he groaned : " How much is it worth ? Not fifty tliousnnd dollars, surely." "Perhaps. Why, Nicholas— I never thought of that I" With eager fingers Nelson drew out the pendant which he always wore. He blushed even in his excitement. Ethel had the other, A single pendant remained on the chain, and there were traces of two others having been taken olF. Exactly alike. " How queer ! My own mother has one just like this," explained Nicholas. "A curious relic ; where did she obtain it?" Tlie hermit's voice was sui)])ressed. "Oh, from her grandfather !" said Nicho- las. The old man examined the necklace closely ; and for the first time since they had known him he smiled — a slow, gradual, lovely smile, which just curved the lips and lighted the whole face. Nelson regarded him with trouldod eyes. "Who are you ?" " Do I remind you of some one ? Look I Old eyes are keener than young ones. Here is a plate inscribed with English characters : 'The Rajah of Mattam to Captain Arthur Rawson.' Nicholas, it belongs to your mother." The warm impulse of a fresh purpose strung the frame, so long inert and hopeless ; the whole JOSEPH THE JEW. Hi man rose, expanded, as the truth burst from his lips. " Tell me about her I How iuivc vou lived ? Such years of despair and suflering, and now God has sent you to me !" He was no longer recognizable. Nicholas, never quick-witted in emergencies, listened in bewilderment. Nelson said : "You are more like Ktiicl Hearu than any person in the world." " Yes ; I am her father." CHAPTER XXXV. EXi'EniENCE TIIOllNE. THE dark house where Nelson was born stood sombre and silent iu the cheerl'ul sun- shine. It was not because Experience Thorne shunned or disliked sunshine, but it did not come spontaneously to him. The master was unclianged in habit and ap- pearance. His only new interest was in search- ing the telegraphic items of the newspapers piled about him with eagerness and relief. "After all, a soldier's life and death are no- ble in such a crisis as this," he soliloquized, when the door opened and Nelson entered. The greeting between them was remarkably cordial ; tlie usually undemonstrative father was surprised into embracing his son. "Are you well — unliurt ?" he asked, eager- ly ; tlien immediately added, with an abrupt change of tone, " You have not shirked duty, I hope. Never ran away from the enemy, or flinched under fire, eh ?" " I believe not," replied Nelson, smiling. " I tore down the colors once, when I saw that they would be taken otherwise. One does so hate to give up in battle." Experience nodded approval. Heaven de- fend him from a cowardly son ! Nelson was improved in appearance — more manly and self- reliant ; had gained a decision of expression besides. "So you stormed the city? Good! I like that." Nelson described thq campaign with the truthfulness of an eye-witness and the enthu- siasm of a young soldier. Experience Thome's face kindled as he listened. Indeed, so ab- sorbed did Nelson become in tlie gratification of being able to tell his father any thing, and actu.ally narrate his story well, that he nearly forgot the main object of his visit — to describe liis sojourn in the old house. The remem- brance now flashed back upon him, witli ten- fold interest, as he sat confronting his fatlier, the harsh features, square jaw, and keen eyes straight before him. "There is something else, sir, that I wish to consult you about." Experience Thorne grew thoughtful. No\v the resemblance was complete to the old man, who stood on the hearth, musingly slipping the jewels through his hands. " IIow extraordinary !" ejaculated the son, forgetting that his father had no possible clue to his tlioughts. "Have we relatives of tlu name of Goffe ?" Experience Thorne sat and gazed at his in- terlocutor, with a slightly rigid expression of the mouth and a cold surprise — gazed so stead- ily and long that Nelson felt abashed from loni; habit of his childhood. "Absurd ! What put that into your head ? I'our name is Thorne." The same cold sur- prise, but a suppressed curiosity nevertheless. "Of course; yet ])eoplc have relatives cf different names." "True, young gentleman" — ever so slight a sarcastic emphasis on the word younrj. " Tell your story, and do not make it a serial, I beg, as dinner-time approaches." " I will wait." "No." He leaned his elljow on the table, and supported his chin in his palm, as if to hold the stern face firm. " To abbreviate a long story, then, I have liad a curious adventure. After one of our battles I found a wounded man, a foreigner, dy- ing, and gave him water. "He left me his pocket-book, and bade me keep it from another man who approached." "Who was tlie other?" interrupted the list- ener. "I do not know. A Jew, I fancy. Both were Jews. Tiie book had neitlicr name nor llti JOSEPH THE JEW, address, but contained a letter in Danish. I ' fools together, lured on by visions. Bah ! had to get it translateil. Tlic letter stated Let us take a little solid food after so much that the writer was searching for a chain stolen ' imagination." from his grandfather by an English buccaneer The dilfcrence between Nelson as a man who boarded the vessel, lie strayed, by acci- and a boy was, that he now replied, while in dent, to a deserted house, where the ghost of ' childhood he would have preserved a stubborn an old man appeared to him, holding the neck- ' silence. lacc." " No, father, you are mistaken. Doubtless "Oh, an admirable serial story ! Did I not , it seems less tangible to you than to us, and tell you ? Close of the number, apparition of altogether borders on the marvelous ; but the old man to wandering Jew — for such I take proof of reality is that the necklace is already your hero to be — and the reading public left with hair standing on end. I'ray continue," said E.xperience Thorne, mockingly. Nelson looked perplexed. "I should think so had I not seen for myself. We are apt to believe what we hear and see ourselves." "Well, what have you seen?"' asked Expe- rience, steadily. "Father, the man was yourself, only older and diflerent. I went there with Nicholas Ilearn, and we both saw him holding the neck- restored to the rightful owner, and the husband at the same time found. He was living on the spot. It is all the providence of God." Experience Thorne gave his son the most peculiar look, and repeated, slowly, "The prov- idence of God I"' No further reference was made to the sub- ject. Nelson was disappointed, until he re- Hected that he might have been carried away by a foolish ardor, and had best be sobered. Was it a dream, that his father stood by his lace, which we afterward found behind the bed in the night ? Did he speak, still com- clock case. I forgot; the Jew wrote in his i posed, yet with the unwilling aspect of a per- letter that he discovered a cigar-box, with the name of Frederick AYilliam Gotfc inscribed on it, which aroused his scent. This would have no interest to us had the ghost not been yov, and I spoke, thinking it was you." "What did he say?" inquired the father, composedly, but with bloodless lips. " Nothing. I cut the picture from the frame, and kept this book — the log of a pirate, I think." He unrolled the canvas, spread it on tlic ta- ble ; and it was as if Experience Thorne looked into his own mirrored face. "A likeness, surely. Give me the book. You seem determined to claim relationship with a pirate." "Heaven forbid! we spring from honest men." " Where is the necklace ?" "Gone to the owner, Mrs. Hearn. True, I never told you. A pendant, precisely like the one you gave me, descended to her from her grandfather, a captain in the mcrcliant service of Great Britain." "Why did I never hear tliis before?" thun- dered the father, with an imperious gesture. " Because the sul)jcct seemed a disagreeable one," replied the son, quietly. A more fitting response might have been tliiit the parent, stern and self-contained, never encouraged confidence. ''And is this your story ? A pretty tale, truly. The invention of fools. A pack of son forced to confession ? "It is the providence of God, my son. If the secret of such a life is buried fathoms deep in death, it will appear to curse future genera- tions. The justice of. Heaven demands that such a man's children should sufier for the wrongs he has he.aped on the innocent and helpless. I have kept it from you, but it is right you should know, since he would rise from the grave to tell you. Jly father was a buc- caneer. He never revealed to me his past life, nor did his neighbors know more. I was born in a handsome house in this city, when he was a mature man. There was a certain amount of mystery about him, which he successfully lived down. During the first five years of his residence here, he was never known to have received a single letter, which marked him a stranger on the face of the earth. His in- creasing popularity grew out of two excellent sources : he was rich, and he gave largely to charity. I was carefully educated, but there were no bounds to the sinful extravagance of my youth. I ran completely through the gam- ut of pleasure; as I boastfully termed it, nor did my father severely rc]Mimand me. He watched me with a species of morbid despair, which I can now understand, but was too heedless to note at the time. He saw in me the reproduction of his own violent youth, and was hopeless of my being better. I was afraid of my father, except when nerved to audacity by wine. He was a sinister man to dwell with ; JOSEPH THE JEW. 117 there was something restless and stealtliy about him. His moods were rcguhir as the recurring seasons. During the autumn he was quiet, interested in the daily routine of a city's busi- ness hfe, i)rojectL'd improvements with liis neighbors, sought libraries and museums. To- ward spring he became irritable, and his family knew that the dark fit was coming on him, which would last the summer. He scarcely ate or drank ; he paced the room all night ; he seldom slept in his bed, but had an arm-chair ])laced where he caught a feverish doze, from which he awakened with horrors more terrible than those of IJiohard III. All day he walked like a man possessed, or rode miles on horse- back, and never a beggar crossed his path that he did not give liberal alms. At night he would sometimes return exhausted beyond power of speech. " Often he went on long journeys in these moods, and none ventured to question him. I was obliged to invent excuses for his prolong- ed absence to inquiring acquaintances. I be- lieve that he visited some spot in the far South, which possessed a peculiar attraction to him. I have never learned where this place was ; I was warned that I would do so at my peril. I grew to manhood, a striking likeness of my father ; but he must have been a very old man when I reached my prime, although no one knew his exact age. With increasing years his dark fits became more firmly seated. I came to consider them periodical attacks of madness. I now believe them to have been the tortures of remorse for a monstrous deed committed at that time of year when the fresh verdure of spring brought remembrance. One year he departed and wrote me a singular, rambling letter, which showed his mind to be unhinged, and threatened vaguely suicide. He told me a hangman had tracked him for years, and he feared the pursuer was about to over- take him. He also bade me find his will in his secretary, in event of his death, and forbade my searching for him, as my own good name would suffer. " The letter sobered me ; I ceased to game and drink in the suspense of waiting. IMy father never returned. I opened the drawer, and found not only the will, but a letter telling me who I was. Unlimited command of the wealth foully amassed was accorded me. I was bidden to enjoy it, make the most of it ; and no hope was expressed of my living other than as I had lived, or not perisliing at the end, as swine perish. So little did my father value the mercy of Christ and the glories of eternity. "This letter was like the hish of a whip across my face. I reformed. I became con- verted ; I was received into the communion of Christian people. !My desire to bear a respect- able, honored name was deeply wounded by the discovery of my father's character. I firm- ly resolved never to marry, to let our race per- ish, striving to build up such a memorial as I could by real worth. I was eight-and-forty years of age when I met your mother, and one glimpse of her sweet fiicc dispelled my wisest resolution. She consented to marry me ; but, as she belonged to a very good family, I did not venture to disclose my own origin. I was afraid of losing the one pure influence my lot had known. After you were born she discov- ered the truth with her quick woman's instinct. I was ill, and she had access to my papers. She also found the pendant you have, which she insisted on keeping. She forgave me, but the shadow fell on her spirit. The shock of the revelation seemed not so much to wound her family pride, or mar her affection for me, as to make her watch with dread for the up- springing of a poison jilant in our household, nurtured into sudden growth by some passion from the parent root — my father. She regard- ed me timidly, at times, as if I could have harmed a hair of her gentle head, and she guarded you with constant prayers. She im- plored me to give up the money, and I loved it, stained though it was with crime. I reason- ed that I would do good, but I also intended to enjoy it while I lived. Your mother made me promise to place it on the altar of repent- ance, to build some worthy charity." "Oh, father! Not the Orphans' Home?" said Nelson, a sudden light breaking in upon him. " Yes. I lost my fortune in a speculation about the time the Orphans' Home was anony- mously built and endowed. I, a rash specula- tor," said Experience Thorne, scornfulh'. The sacrifice had not been made without a struggle. There was every inducement for him to retain the money. He had not sinfully ac- quired it, and he had a son growing up to pro- vide for in life ; yet the Orphans' Home was built, and Experience Thorne left a poor man. "The task of educating you devolved on me after her death. I strove to eliminate all de- velopment in your youth of those traits which so nearly ruined my own, and I have endeavor- ed to lead you to accept that anchor of faith, religion, which alone prevented my being my father over again." "You never could have been that," said Nel- 118 JOSEPH THE JEW. son, toiiclicd liy tlic gray face, which revealed deep lines of concentiatcd purpose and brood- ing regret in the candle-light. " I am the same nature, curbed by society, modified by a spiritual f.iith. The flame is smothered, yet tlic volcano rages at heart. I liave the periods of restlessness which in my father were remorse. And my thoughts are very dark at times. You arc my son ; I trust you. I would submit to the rack sooner than tell this to another. Time must develop your worth, if you have any. • You are difTerent in temperament and nature — more like your moth- er. That may save you. I wish you had mar- ried that girl ; it would have been the making of you. If you do not prove an honest, up- right man, I believe your mother will weep over your downfall, among the angels of heaven." Experience Thorne, wrapped in his dressing- gown, tall and gaunt, went away, the candle flaring and expiring in the socket. It was not a dream, after all. CHAPTER XXXVI. THE COU>'TESS GUAIIADINI. " TT is delightful to be home again," said the X Countess Guaradiiii, witli a sigh of satis- faction. "And yet you went away voluntarily," ob- served Ethel. "The OKI World claimed her," said Mr. Baines. Although Ethel still smiled, it just occurred to her that the Old World had not made much of a bargain, and such gallantry on her hus- band's part was slightly ridiculous. "This naughty gentleman is responsible," replied the countess, extending a pretty hand, sparkling with rings, to the count. Thus addressed, the count rose from his chair, with elaborate politeness, touched the lit- tle hand wiili liis grizzled mustache, and mur- mured, " Mon angc-y Mr. Haines's lip curled slightly. "I forget! Hester detests sentiment. It docs not mean much with us, ma cli'ere. I have overcome my earlier gaucherie by ex- perience, and learned not to accept in sober earnest every pretty speech made by a Euro- pean, as so many American girls do. There is a wide diftercnce between courtesy and love- making." "Are you no longer an American, that you dwell 60 gravely on our faults?" in(iuired Miss Haines. The countess laughed, a little, ri'jjding laugh, like the tinkle of silver bells ; it brouglit the blood to Mr. Kaines's cheek as he listened. " My dear Hester, I scarcely know what I am, unless it is a chameleon. At Paris, I am a true Parisian ; at Vienna, the most reckless pleasure-seeker ; at Eome, the Holy Father's most dutiful daughter. Did you not know that I had become converted ? Of course. It was Paolo's wish. "We Guaradinis have been Catli- olic for generations. 2^icns! All tilings to all men. Tiie monkey is not more imitative tlian I am. I like to assume and discard a nation- ality like a glove." Again tlie light laugh floated iiuisically through the room, and the countess watched John liaines with half-closed eyes. "Qu'elle est spirituelle," icmaTked the count to Ethel. Miss liaines was unsympathetic ; showed a certain degree of dislike to the guest altogether. Madame la comtesse was well aware of this aversion, but she did not permit it to disturb her. To be disliked by a woman is to be feared, was her creed. Time, twelve o'clock in the day. Place, Mr. Raines's city house. Dramatis persona; : Count Guaradini, the Countess Guaradini, Jlr. Raines, wife, and sister. Ten years before, Hortcnse Raines, orphan and heiress, had become the Countess Guara- dini, instead of marrying in her own country. The reason was obvious: she gained a title, jiosition, and eclat by the match. Dear to our republican American heart is a position at court. ]\Ioreover, this step taken by Hortcnse Raines was the fruit of family doctrine, of En- glisli ancestry ; the race still clung to tlie moth- er country, and Jlr. Raines was more apt to boast of his English origin than his present American citizenship. This made him an echo rather timn a primitive force. It is all very JOSEPH THE JEW. 119 well to present to a. young country the advance- ment of another older in civilization, if tiie comparison tends to modify a thousand crudi- ties incident to growth ; but good is seldom acconiplislied by passive disapproval like tiiat of John Kaines. He wished parks and entail- ed estates, and the dillerencc of class more distinctly defined, in a land where nature has furnished boundless parks, and planned work for every one of lier toiling sons. IMr. Raines had much leisure in which to consider these short-comings ; indeed, he enjoyed that rare boon of idleness, to possess which a man in- evitably deteriorates, if he docs not find re- source in philanthropy or study. Fortunate- ly the instrument was not tuneless ; he spent much time among his books, was an excel- lent linguist, sketched admirably, wrote a son- net on occasion. And the instrument gave forth a full, rich chord of true manhood when need came : a war found him in the field of active usefulness. If it were possible for a gen- tleman to be out of place, John Raines seemed to have been born on the wrong shore of the ocean. He disdained to meddle with affairs, where Lis influence might have had weight, because he disliked publicity. He concealed vigor of mind and generosity of disposition un- der an habitual disguise of indift'erence and occasional cold sarcasm. The good his right hand did in the world, remained unknown to his left hand ; his dread of ostentation and hypocrisy was morbid. Few persons really knew him, because he liked to baffle penetra- tion ; none so readily as his cousin Hortense. A small, vivacious woman, with large, lumi- nous black eyes, thin face, which kindled with excitement, and always in perfect taste with her surroundings. As a girl, noted for her ca- prices and oddity ; now, graceful and well-bred, her wardrobe a marvel of French art. The count was a very nice old gentleman in- deed, having pendulous cheeks, shrewd, twink- ling eyes, a portly person, and white, fat hands. What the mysteries of his toilet were his valet alone knew. There might be a suspicion of rouge beneath the eyes, there might be agonies of gout and rheumatism endured in silence, re- quiring prolonged sojourns at various German spas, where madame strolled, surrounded by hosts of admirers. Rumor hinted that a very different old man, in dressing-gown and smok- ing-cap, dwelt in the count's apartments from cr interfered with her little pleasures, but play- ed w ith his pet dog in retirement, when not re- quired to attend his sovereign, wearing many foreign orders on his breast. Nothing could have been more appropriate. The count en- dowed Hortense with an illustrious name, a crumbling castle, and accepted in return a youthful bride, and an ample fortune with which to render his declining years comforta- ble. And now the countess had returned to her native land to receive the homage due to her success. Ethel was satisfied with her life. By nature she was receptive of surrounding influences, and there was little danger of her making blunders in her new position, with Miss Raines in the background. " My sister is as much in love with my wife as I am," John Raines would say, and Hester would nod a gentle assent. The marriage was a nine days' wonder. Who was the bride? None of his friends had ever heard of her, and John Raines had been abandoned as a confirmed bachelor. Then Mr. Ricliard Hearn stepped to the front ranks, and claimed a. niece in the bride, with no small satisfaction. And Hester Raines, watching it all, reflected that it was her own work. Had she desired to thwart the union, she could have done so. John should have a. lovely wife, and Ethel be, also, well provided for. "I am afraid!" the girl exclaimed, with sudden terror, clinging to her friend. "Hush! I am here to take care of you,'' she returned. Thus, in the early days of married life, Ethel depended on IMiss Raines more tlian her hus- band. John Raines was a very contented man, scarcely re-instated on his former standing of cool composure, and apt to commit extrava- gances over which his sister quietly smiled. The novelty of having a wife was an intoxica- tion to which he had not yet become sedately accustomed. Ethel was an inexhaustible va- riety of mood and thought to his life, for slie never ceased to practice the power of captiva- tion on her husband. These very arts might be diverted into more dangerous channels latei\ as seeking the admiration of others ; but now they sufficed to fascinate him alone. Mrs. Raines tasted of pleasure with the zest of a novice, and became the fashion. As a the gentleman who afterward issued forth, but j married lady she received the tribute of adnii- rumor is seldom reliable. It may also have j ration which would never have been accorded been known to the discreet valet that the count her as a young lady, treated madame with marked respect, and nev- There was to be a ball in tlie evening, partly 120 JOSEPH THE JEW. in honor of the countess, and also to gratify Etliel, who had heen promised siicli an enter- tainment on her birtliday. The countess swept down stairs in tlic most exquisite of toilets, mauve tinted, dc'cotlctif quite u la mode, and diamonds wreatiicd in her dark hair. Tiie interest niani Jested by Miss Kaines in Ethel's appearance amounted to mania. •'Thank Heaven there is such a possibility as a woman's being beautiful and modest also,'' she said, assisting the maid to spread Ethel's gossamer draperies. "How much you care fur my hajipinessl" exclaimed Ethel, kissing her imi)ulsively. "Am I really good to you ?" questioned Miss IJaines, anxiously. " No one could be more kind." The luxury of wearing rich dress had not lost its freshness for the young wife ; she rev- eled in her new existence. She was always sweet-tempered from her verysatisfiietion in sur- veying her possessions. Husband, lovely baby. Miss Itaines, the house, all belonged to her, and tiie thouglit brought exultation. She surveyed herself with childish satisfaction. Miss Raines iiad insisted on a style of costume, a shade of color which the countess would never venture to assume. Ethel, the slender, pure blonde, could robe herself in pale sea-foam green ; Madame la comtesse, petite and dark, would never take such a liberty with her complexion. Miss liaines looped her own pearls in the gold hair about the white throat, and the result sat- isfied her. " Go and display yourself to John." "Oh yes, I am going. If baby was only awake I Hester, I should like him to remem- ber me like this when I get to be old." "Do not allow bal)y to usurp the father's first place." "He receives sufficient attention," respond- ed Ethel, merrily, and, gathering up her dainty skirts, went. " She knows very little," sighed Miss Raines. Ethel tnpj)ed into the library confident of praise. There stood the countess and Mr. Raines in earnest, low-toned conversation. The lady looked pensive ; she was arousing her cousin's symjiathy. She had unclasped a superb bracelet, gift of royalty, to show him, and was permitting him to refasten it on the delicately rounded arm. " Gratifying as such notice is, one can only be sure of true hearts at home. John, do you remember the gold linked bracelet you gave me at sixteen ? I have it still." Then almost in a whisper, with musing, downcast eyes — "What mistakes we make I" " Good my lord, will I do ? ' chimed in a clear voice. Ethel had floated uj) in her re- sj)lendent finery. "Well done, my beauty," Mr. Raines said, with unfeigned admiration. A sallow tinge crept into the countess's check. Time had been when John Raines had no eyes for any one but herself. Was it possible that she had had her day ? She liad not antici- pated his marrying a mere girl. " How beautiful ! such a trying color, too." Ethel was almost melted by this ingenuous flattery, then a sharp doubt returned. What right had she to claim Mr. Raines's attention so exclusively ? "As for Prince ," pursued the countess, resuming the thread of talk, and ignoring Eth- el. The latter turned away. "Arc you going?" asked the husband. " I do not suppose our appreciation is suffi- cient," said the countess, sweetly, the words conveying an indefinable sting. Ethel roamed through the large parlors, look- ing at her reflection in the successive mirrors. The atmosphere was heavy with the perfume of flowers, massed in large vases, screening al- coves, waving in delicate tendrils about pic- tures, while a mellow light was shed from myriads of wax-candles above. The rooms seemed strangely deserted in that brilliant si- lence which woidd soon be disturbed by the hum of voices, the rustling of moving forms, the shimmer of rain-bow colors, the rich folds of velvet and satin, the transparent frost-work of lace. Ethel wished that her husband was with her. She was used to his judgment. She must peep into the library once more. What could they be talking about ? The li- brary was vacant, but the cousins were pacing the dimly lighted conservatory beyond. The sight struck Ethel like a blow. She flew up stairs, and confronted Miss Raines. "What does it all mean? Tell me. You must know." Miss Raines shrank from the blanched face. " Can you not hold your own against a sly, spiteful, passtS belle ? You are young, beauti- ful, and his wife." " No," said Ethel Hearn, solemnly. " I can not hold my own against a sly woman, because I would scorn to measure weapons with her. What do you all take me for? Let him go. I still have my child." But the next moment the exquisite dress went down in a heap, and Ethel wailed ; JOSEPH THE JEW, 121 " Oh, motlicr, mother, where are you ?" To be again in the little house by the sea, com- forted by those who loved her I Only that ! "I do not deserve this. I have tried to make you happy," said ^liss Kaines, in an ag- grieved tone. "So you do," assented Ethel, lifting a tear- stained fiice. "What do you expect of me in return ? You must have some motive." Here were the elder woman's teacliings flung back at her. She was aghast. Ethel never used to question motives in her days of i)0v- erty. "Let me hear the truth. I can bear it." "John loved her many years ago, before slic married, and she played with him. I never was able to sec much in her. I hoped he had for- gotten. She is worthless compared with you. Ethel, do not let. her triumph. He has been kind to you, and is really fond of you." If ever the pride of Ethel Hearn was tram- pled in the dust, it was when this astounding fact was presented to her. Mr. Raines was quite fond of her, then ? He loved the little, sallow woman with a title. But the little wom- an had not always been sallow, and young men make divinities of shallow goddesses some- times, aided by the fire of tlieir own imagina- tion, especially when they do not marry the divinity. Thus had Ethel built her house on the sand. " Did you know that she was coming home ?" "Yes. You would have married him just the same, would you not ?" The girl made no reply. She arose, smooth- ed her dress, carefully re-arranged every leaf and flower in her hair, sought out a box of Parisian cosmetics, and deliberately tinted her ])ale cheeks. Miss Raines could not recognize her in this mood. Then Ethel went to the baby's cradle, a soft nest of down, where a tiny, blooming face was hidden among the cover- ings. She did not stoop to kiss the little sleep- er, for fear that she should lose all fortitude. "Are you ready to go down ?" she inquired, calmly. "Miss Raines, with wrath in her heart, sought the conservatory, and was provokingly obtuse to any perception of being de trop. She found her opportunity. "If you are going to allow the woman who jilted you for a wreck of a diplomat, to ruin all our happiness, at least save appearances to- night at Ethel's ball ; I can not understand it ! The worse a woman is hackneyed by a thou- sand flirtations, the more fascinating slic be- comes to good men." "You never did Hurtcnse justice," replied Mr. Raines. "Justice!" sneered the sister. "Blind your- self to the folly of the hour as you ^^•ill." What a stilf old nuiid Hester was becoming. He must be additionally attentive to their guest to cover this aversion, Mr. Raines had the largest chanty for the Countess Guaradini, the spoiled child of wealth, with many caprices and follies, yet really good at heart. She al- ways had dealt to him a subtle flattery, with some sincere aflection in much alloy, and Mr. Raines was no more imperviousto aj)preciation than most men. He laughed to scorn his sis- ter's aspersions ; his footing was secure. Poor little cousin ! she fancied she had done such a brilliant thing, and this was the result, a selfish, unsympathetic husband. Tears had been shed in the conservatory, and there was no remedy now. The ball was a delightful afl'air, society said, and young Mrs. Raines received well. So- ciety worshiped at the shrine of the countess, erewhile "our Hortense Raines, you know;" but, as far as beauty went, Ethel bore off the palm. Young men, slim, elegant, wear- ing the inevitable button-hole bouquet, eacli a counterpart of the other, and all with a faint Parisian flavor, flocked by dozens to her stand- ard. Did she like the opera Thursday night? Would she summer at home or on the Conti- nent ? It Avas slow at our watering-places now. There was a fierce pain- in Ethel's heart as she mentally questioned them, " Could you prefer that woman to me ?" The young men voted her "stunning," and she enjoyed the paltry triumph. She was studiously, coldly polite to her husband, no per- son could have detected a change ; even the countess, watching with glistening eyes, found no flaw. But Mr. Raines was aware of a diff'er- ence. Once he asked, " How have I oflended you?" Ethel's heart swelled proudly. "Go aAvay," she entreated. Her gaze had uncon- sciously alighted on a blonde gentleman mak- ing a passage in a leisurely fashion through the crowd, with his wife on his arm. The color glowed vividly in her cheeks, she drew herself erect, strengthened her armor for the interview. It was Captain Lacer, and Ethel had not seen him since her marriage. Clara Hearn appeared well and happy, while the captain had acquired a wrinkle in liis smooth forehead. "Behold !" said the count to Mr. Raines, rolling up his eyes with such rapture as one would suppose only some delicate gastronom- ical sensation might have produced. " Such i: JOSEPH THE JEW. hair! Ah, cidi such a skin, and the expres- sion of a Madonna. Jly friend, you are in- deed blessed." The count, a great admirer of female beauty, was criticising Ethel. Tlie countess Lit her lips, with positive j)ain, that John Haines cotdd thus forget her. " Your stepbrother seems to be an old friend. How cordially she welcomes him. Ah, it is such a pleasure for us ])oor women to be cordially glad to meet a friend after all the mummery." Furthwitii Jolin Ivaincs fell to observing the interview between Ca])tain Lacer and his wife. Aware of this fact, Ethel, possessed by some imp of perversity, sparkled into positive brill- iancy. *' If I could only make her angry," murmured the countess to her fon, and the costly lace toy may have been the recipient of many similar secrets. Mrs. Raines, the elder, greeted Etliel with the slightest ])0ssible shade of superciliousness. She wondered Hi John. Here was tiie girl who had sung in the choir, elevated above her. Mr. and 3Irs. Hearn were late, but who so at- tentive to their niece ? " How is the darling baby ? You must find time to send him around some morning. Can yon luncli with us Wednesday ? quite an infor- mal family affair." This from IMrs. Ilcarn, in purple moire and diamonds. "JIow is your mother, Ethel ? Have you heard recently ?" This from Kichard Ilearn, pink and fresh as ever. And Ethel resjiondcd in kind, because it would look strange if she did not. Her heart sickened at her uncle's amiable inquiries. Seldom would the moth- er's health have awakened solicitude had the daughter not have been Jlrs. Kaines. Then it darted through her brain like a spasm that she had not heard from home for three weeks, and had not written. The poor mother! The poor little sister! How was she treating them? They had only seen baby once. A cloud of recollections rolled over her soul, obliterating tlie present scene. She forgot the countess. She forgot her own fancied exaltation. Tlie musicians were playing the same gay waltz which had floated out on the evening air to the listening sisters. She had gained what she then longed for, and how had slie used her prosperity ? By neglecting the mother and sister of her youth. Yes, slighting them, grow- ing apart, ever so trifling a degree at a timj, until her own conscience could measure the c!iasm. Could heaven or earth have believed ; that she would be guilty of such wrong? She , was Uncle Hearn over again. A great ter- ror of herself pressed on her brain. The rc- morse was so sudden and keen that she could scarcely endure it. She distinctly beheld a gaunt shape i)assing among her guests and gazing reproachfully at her out of Peggy's eyes. '-If I am spared until to-morrow, I will make reparation," she prayed. Miss Kaines touched her arm. "Do not forget yourself," she whispered, significantly. All this time Captain Lacer was ajiproadi- ing, greeting friends right and left. His wife saluted her cousin warndy ; then Etiiel and the captain clas])ed bands, and exchanged one swift glance of mutual curiosity. The meeting produced comjdex emotions in both. He was irritated to find Ethel in her present position, yet pleased that she did credit to his own good taste in being able to gracefully fill it. Ethel flushed and sparkled with gratified pride that he did not find her thrust aside and forgotten for a time, then waxed a trifle abstracted. Captain Lacer had so wliolly passed out of her life. " You have resigned your position in the army, then ? Have you no dreams of glory as a hero?" inquired Etliel. " I have no dreams of any kind," Ijc rejilied, moodily. Ethel trifled with tlie buds of her bouquet, and smiled. "And you ? Are you hapjiy ? Is existence all that it promised." Slie raised her head, and calmly returned his gaze. "I am perfectly hajiiJV, tliank you. Ear more so than I deserve. What a misanthrop- ical vein for a ball, Captain Lacer I" with a playful change of tone. "You deserve every blessing," he retorted, bowing low. " Only tell me, as an old friend, should I have retained my post ? We can not live but once, you know." Ethel thought of Nelson and Nicholas on the battle-fields, and the last fragment of re- gret crumbled into the dust of prosaic reality. Captain Lacer at home ! "Surely you are the best judge," she an- swered, coldly, slightly elevating her eyebrows. "I am rejoiced to have found you again. The deuce !" This remarkable change of tone was due to Ethel's sudden flight into the next room. Tlie wrinkle deepened in Captain Laeer's forehead as he rejoined his wife. The countess was permitting Cousin Jolin JOSEril THE JEW. 123 to fan her in a seclmica corner, after the fa- tigue of doing her duty by her old fricnd.s. "If you could appreciate the relief it is to chat quietly with you, John," she said, softly. J[r. Kaincs's jesting response, was never ut- tered. "Take nic home. Tray take nic home," inii)lored Ethel. " Have you seen a ghost ? Your eyes are quite bloodshot," said the countess, gravely. She had far too much tact to ridicule her cous- in's wife just then. Mr. Kaines was touched and alarmed. He tookjithel's hand. "What has frightened you ? Have you bad news ?" "I am sure I must go. How can we get there ?" "To-night, Ethel! You arc mad. It is impossible. To-morrow we can go, if you like," said Mr. Raines. Ethel sighed with relief, but still clung to liim. She could not have done better. In her right mind, pride would have kept her at the farthest limit of the room, and, like most efforts of pride, would have been entirely un- perceived by her husband. In her fear she sought him, and John-Raines was vain of this proof of confidence in his young wife. The countess sipped her Champagne, and ate her salad with the good digestion a clear con- science is supposed to give. Ethel, seated be- side her child, waited for the dawn with sleep- less eyes. Next morning the coupe' drove up to the door, and the countess appeared dressed in black, with a heavy lace veil over her face. She was equipped for an early drive ; and, while she awaited a companion, a small boy hurried up the steps with an ominous yellow envelope. The countess received it, signed the book, and poised the envelope between her fingers, while these thoughts coursed rapidly through her mind. " I shall not read it, and am therefore ignorant of its importance. No one has seen me receive it except the coach- man. If I deliver it, all will be over ; if not — " She tore the envelope into bits, and showered it into a tall vase just as Mr. Raines appeared. "I hope your wife does not object?" "I shall have time to return before the boat leaves," he replied, evasively. Jlr. Raines was ruffled. His sister had flatly rebelled against the course of events ; his wife had been a spec- tator, but one with resolute look and clasped hands. He had promised to take his cousin to the grave of her parents. "She does it to show her power. The coupe', forsooth !" "Do not forget that you are a lady, my dear. I have promised." But ]\Iiss Raines found it exceedingly dilli- cult not to forget that she was a lady in these days. Could she not sec the mischief brew- ing ? Could she preach patience to Ethel for- ever, and hope that all her cherished plans would not be frustrated ? " Will you take me to-day ?" asked Ethel, almost humbly. "Without fail," he responded, framing the pale face caressingly between his hands a mo- ment. lie kept his word, and took Countess Ilor- tense to the cemetery, surely on a melancholy errand enough, but he was ill at ease. Hes- ter had never been so unreasonable, and he dreaded rudeness to their guest. At three o'clock nurse stood dandling the baby at the nursery window. The carriage had not re- turned. "It will be too late. I do not know how he could be so unkind," burst forth Ethel, tossing aside her hat. "I will go with you," said Miss Raines, ear- nestly. "No; wait!" returned Ethel, with sudden quiet. Miss Raines went away, nurse was dispatch- ed on an errand. The carriage dashed up, and Mr. Raines assisted his cousin to alight. The count had not yet arisen. Miss Raines met them in the hall. "Ilortense got lost in the by-ways of the cemetery." "Yes, we were actually going farther away from each other for a long tiinc. It was odd," explained the lady. "Very," assented Jliss Raines, with ])cculiar emphasis. "Am I too late? Where is Ethel?" in- quired Ml-. Raines, with real concern. Nurse was seated beside the empty cradle wringing her hands and weejiing vaguely, after the manner of her class. Ethel and the child were gone. That same morning, Richard Hearn received a letter from his brother, con- taining this astounding information: "Our debt is paid, principal and interest." '^>^ CHAPTER XXXYII. TOO LATE. CLASPING her bnby to her heart, Etliel felt ahnost liappy in lier freedom. Last night she was ricli, surrounded by friends, to-day a fugitive. Her child was wholly dependent on her to fondle and dress. Ethel gained a new self-reliance and courage from tliis dignity of motherhood. She must learn to think and act wisely alone. She had no plan for the future ; she discarded the bare thought of it. She was going home to make reparation for her past neglect, and no human agency should delay her longer. A great dread opi)ressed her, yet urged her on. It was sickening fear in some indefinable shape. If her husband would not accompany her, she must go unattended. Ethel's anger was very bitter when she thought of his absence, but for the most part her resentment was ingulfed in another anx- iety. For the time, she shut out her present life and returned to her girlhood. She had left nothing behind, the baby was her own. The countess could not rob her of that. Thus Siie retraced her steps, memory busy with ev- ery trifle, over the pathway she had hastened along so eagerly a year before. Innocence slept on her bosom, tenderly- guarded, or, waking, gurgled with laughter from rosy li])s, and plucked at the motlier's golden tresses with daring little fingers. Press on, Ethel, through the silent night, your impatience urging the lagging movements of the steamboat to rapid progress. Hasten along the l)cach, the sad music of the waves accompanying your footsteps, familiar Shell- port .tfini, and giiostiy, and chill in the early morning. The little cottage at last meets her eager gaze, and the liev. Hexham "White, with grave demeanor, is coming out the door. Eth- el does not dare to question him ; the land- scape is reeling around her, but slie enters the house. Tiie lower story is deserted ; the windows open as if there was no fear of intruders. A large, rough dog, of sagacious aspect, is sta- tioned at the foot of the stairs, and sniffs nt Ethel, keeping a doubtful eye on her move- ments afterward. Baby, influenced by the mother's silent ter- ror, perhaps, gives a fretful wail ; Ethel docs not hear it as she ascends the stairway, trem- bling in every limb. Now slie approaches the motlier's chamber. There is a sound of suj)- pressed weeping within. The mother lies on her bed ; an old man with snowy hair and beard clasps her hand ; Nicholas crouches on the ground in an agony of grief, burying his head in the coverlet ; the little sister stands where the last recognition of the dying may reach her ; Peggy's fingers touch the silvered hair of her mistress with a groping instinct of afi'ection. Ethel pushes aside the old man — she does not know him — and kneels. "Mother, speak to me, once I" Does the failing ear catch the words ? I^o the failing eyes behold the missing daughter ? Surely there is a quiver of remembrance, a breath. "At last I" and all was still. To Ethel her mother is lost, dropped shud- deringly into an abyss of the unknown. To Olive that mother has cast the shackles of a wearisome life, cramped within narrow limits so long, and gone before to a glorious heaven. To Ethel the poor mother she has wounded will be hidden away in the fearful grave, a mute rciiroach forever. To Olive the mother has merely laid that worn, frayed garment, the body, in the sheltering earth, and risen, on an- gel's pinions, to the presence of the Redeemer. Niciiolas Ilearn has lost his tender comfort- er. And tlie old man, who has made way for passionate Ethel, gazes at her and at the child without venturing to touch either. Thus has Albert Ilearn returned to his familv after manv JOSEPH THE JEW. 12- years, and his youngest daughter does not rec- ognize Iiim. Outside tlie tide is ebbing gently, perhaps bearing a soul out to tlic golden gates of day, and a gilded arrow of the rising sun, the last of a life, falls on the marble face of the dead. "When we reach the shore at last, Who will couut the billows past?" CHArTER XXXVIII. COXFESSIOX. THE child was asleep in the cradle; the two women conversed in a low tone. If ever they resembled one another, it was now. Both wore black dresses ; and Ethel's face, sharpened by the illness of grief, had lost some- thing of its rounded bloom. Miss Kaines held a newspaper, in which the Countess Guaradini was described at a court ball, resplendent in amethyst velvet. The name revived the memory of a mystery. "Surely sutticient time has elapsed, Hester, and I may know," coaxed Ethel, with unusual animation. "The telegram was received by Ilortcnse," replied the elder lady. " James saw her take it, and tear it up in a vase afterward. lie supposed it was her own. I traced it from the office while you were absent, and found the fragments in the vase. The honor of the tele- graph was at stake. Methinks our own family honor was, as well. One must make compro- mises. The boy was discharged unjustly. I have taken care of his family since. I pieced the bits of- paper together on a whole sheet, like the mosaic workers, and showed them to John. That is all." "It might have made so much dit^erence," said Ethel, with quivering lips. "I do not envy the countess." Best not, Ethel. Who is worth envying in this world ? She went down stairs to her hus- band's library, and, entering the I'oom, found it untenanted. For a moment she hesitated, then took her place in the window, dropping the lace curtain behind her, to await his return. The flower-clock grew in the semi-darkness, with alternate closed petals and brilliant blos- soms expanded to welcome night. Lessons like that learned by Ethel Ilcarn at her mother's grave leave an impress on after- years. In her first agony of remorse, she did not believe that a whole lifetime could expiate Iier sins of omission. 81ie had no anger to ex- pend on her husband when he came to her ; she was too much in need of warm, human sympathy. He was very tender and good to her ; yet before the cloud wholly passed away a fresh doubt weighed on her mind. They were bound together for life. Why was it more culpable in John Haines not to have un- veiled his previous life than for Ethel, his wife, to have once loved Nelson Thorne ? Yes, once ; for those elements were fading from her existence. Ethel had the gift, blessed in one sense, of forgetfulness. It was painful, even humiliating ; but she believed it was her duty to tell her husband all, and now sought him for the purpose. In entire security Mr. Haines entered the library, seated himself, and beheld Ethel emerge from the window. The visit of Countess Hortense had been productive of good ; it had swept away the last remnant of softened regret in which her memory had been enshrined. Ethel paused, with clasped hands and droop- ing head, a moment, then advanced swiftly to his side. She avoided his kiss of welcome, "Not yet. I have something to tell yon which you should have known sooner. I — I could not bear to speak!" "A milliner's bill of unusual length ? Oh, I am very angry in advance, deiiend upon it." " Nothing very serious, you may think," said Ethel, laughing nervously, and trifling with her rings. "Do you remember the day when yon found my sister on the beach ? No, no ; let me kneel beside your chair if I will. It is my proper place, for I am making a confession." "I remember it very well," replied Mr. Raines, uneasily. "^ly dear, a woman should never kneel to a man." "Listen ! She had fainted because she then discovered that her lover. Nelson Thorne, was unfaithful. I told you that much on the steam- boat, did I not?" "You ccrtainlv did." 12G JOSEPH THE JEW. '•I>iit I did not reveal aU" puvsucd Ethel, ill a lower tone, hiding her face against the arm of the chair. "I never said that I loved him also." There was a silence. The hlow liad fallen, and John Kaines received it without comment. No matter how many ideal fancies he inijj;ht have dicrished since hoyhood, the sliock was severe to find tliat his wife had ever loved an- other man. What she slionld be amounted to a fastidious delicacy in his estimation. lie was, by virtue of his masculine fibre, the rough ware, capable of resisting blows ; she was the fragile vase that should never be carried to the ]>ublic fountain. His was the strength and s.np of the brancli, hers tiie delicate bloom of tlie fruit. "Do you love this man stiil?" "No;" raising her face to look at liim. "Who, t hen?" kccjjing his eyes steadily avert- ed. '•You." "When did I succeed him?" witli curling lip. "A long time ago," said Ethel, drearily, \viih unconscious patlios. "John, do you for- give me ?" "Yes ;" reluctatitly, and after a jianse. "Will you try to forget what I have said to- night ?" "That is not expected of me," said I.Ir. Raines, harshly. "I suppose this is to be my punishment," said Ethel, rising. A moment before she was a penitent cliild ; now she was a dignified woman. The husband made no cfibrt to detain her. She sought a small dressing-room sacred to herself, and locked the door. On tlie wall was a picture of Christ crowned with thorns, the splendor of immortality in the far-seeing gaze. IJelow the picture was a wreath of immortelles fresh from the mother's tomb. CHAPTER XXXIX. A XE"\V YEAK. "QTAND back, little man! It may prove O au infernal machine," said Miss Raines, holding np a package which had evidently ex- cited her curiosity. She addressed her nephew, who had toddled forward to receive a gift when his name was mentioned, and stood regarding her with that irresolute expression on the little face which foreboded tears or smiles. " Wait until mamma opens it," advised Eth- el, re-assuringly. The parcel was addressed to Francis Raines, and, with some wonder, Ethel proceeded to reveal the contents. A letter, and the sum of five thousand dollars. She read : " I devoted the first-fruits of my earnings to my nephew, Francis Raines, in payment of a debt contracted long ago. When I was a poor lad, and desired to go to college, I applied to his father, then in Europe, and he responded most generously to my appeal. lie knew nothing of my claims to his consideration, yet extended the helping hand which was to mold my whole career. God bless him for it ! lie has twice refused to receive the sum then ex- pended, but I feel convinced that he will not reject it in this form, as it will render me a free man, besides possessing to me the value of having been self-earned. My uncle, Jared Ilearn, was benefited, by a suggestion of mine, in the economy of labor, and has, most unex- j)ectedly, transmitted to me this amount as my share. If my nephew ever needs a friend in early youth, may he find such a one as I did in liisfatiier! Nicholas IIkaun." Ethel folded the letter meclianically. Ilcr husband had sent Nicholas to college. Incred- ible fact, of which she had never dreamed. Ilow good he had been to them ! The little man turned away to his iday, dis- appointed that the gift did not prove a hobby- horse, and all day his mother pondered on the matter. Husband and wife were estranged, and Eth- el almost repented of her frankness in making the confession. This circumstance of Nelson Thorne had not the importance in the wife's eyes which it possessed to the husband. It was all of the past. Young Mrs. Raines became, in the estima- tion of society, very religious. Wherever she went, she was haunted by the remembrance of a wrong. Often, in the quiet night, she seem- ed to see the moonlight falling on her mother's grave, until the picture dissolved in tears. Miss Raines never alluded to the jjvoud reserve maintained between them. With the reception of her brother's present, it smote on Ethel's heart that it was the close of the year. What was the future to be? Life was brief at the best. Foolish to spend it quarreling. Ah ! the beck is only a step across at first, but it widens as it reaches the sea. A whole year of cold restraint had elapsed. "What if one or the other had died? Was the Countess Guaradini responsible for all? Ilow vividly she stood before Ethel, in her mauve draperies, as on the night of the ball — a time which was the beginning of evil that had strengthened into a stern barrier since ! Softer influences stole over her unawares ; she could not have fortified her better nature against them if she would. She must make one more eflfort at reconciliation before yield- ing to this tacit separation as inevitable. Eth- el went slowly to- the library door, and paused. It is very hard to break down the obstacle af- ter long silence, and say you are sorry. "Come in." The master's voice was dis- 128 JOSEPH TIIK JEW. couragiiig. How coiilJ she do it ? Ethel turn- ed and glided away. Mr. Raines opened the door and closed it again, witli miuiicd cmi)ha- sis and a discontented sigh, altlioiigh this last was inaudiltic outside. Etiiel sougiit licr ciuuiiher, laid her head on lier arms, and wejjt juissionatcly. AViiat a wretched waste her life was ! And she so ricli- ly deserved it all. ^Vllen her son grew to man- liood, he would treat her just as she had be- haved to her own mother. Measure for meas- ure. Even in the abandon of despair her brain was busy with expedients. Suddenly she dried her tears and went to a wardrobe. Julin Raines sat at his desk writing. He, too, had been thinking gloomily of the dawn- ing year, and of ids disajipointment, for he was grievously disappointed in his wife. Tiien tlic cliild — tlie son who was to succeed liim and keep his name a little longer on the earth — wliat glorious dreams he had indulged in con- cerning the boy ! A ehild can do much, but can he bridge an ever-widening gulf between parents ? "J/tVa que ates, que desates," he said, regretfully. A ligiit step caused liim to turn. There stood a girl in a i)lain gown, cloak, and hat, with veil thrown back, holding a little travel- ing-bag. It was Ethel Hearn of tlie steamboat, when he had rescued and protected her. It was the girl who had wandered through the city when mob rule prevailed, and kept up her courage to' the last. It was the wife who had sung to him in the twilight, the mother of his child. After all, what had she done ? Loved her sister's lover, and run away from tempta- tion. E'hcl, standing before him as Queen Esther did in the presence of Ahasucrus, saw him smile. "Have you come to visit me in masquer- ade ? Wclcoiue." "Am I welcome?" "Assuredly. I am writing — " " So I perceive. Do not allow me to inter- rupt;" proudly, and on the verge of freezing again. "It is a jileasant interruption. Tell me why you assumed the dress, and I will read you what I have written." "I wear it because I think we both need it as a reminder," said Eihcl, half timidly. Mr. Raines adjusted his papers, and played with his pen a moment, before rej)lying : " Good. I have written with the same mo- tive. Will you oblige me by listening? Pray remove your hat ; it may require a long time." Instead of resuming his arm-chair, he seated liimself on a sofa, thus seriously endangering his eye-sight, and motioned Ethel to a jjlace beside him. She obeyed demurely, while he read aloud : "In a Devon.sliire lane, as I trotted alonR T'other day, much in want otii subjuct for 90ii<.', Tliinks I to myself, I liave hit on a strain- Sure marriage is much like a Devonshire lane ! " lu the first place, 'tis long ; and when once you are in it, It holds you as fast a? the cage holds the linnet; For liowe'er rough and dirty the road may be fonud, Drive forward you must, since there's uo turning round. " But though 'tis so long, it is not very wide, For two are the most that together can ride ; And even there 'tis a chance but they get in a poth- er, And jostle and cross, and run foul of each other. "Oft Poverty greets them with mendicant looks, And Care pushes by them, o'erladeu with crooks, And Strife's grating wheels try between them to pass, Or Stubbornness blocks up the way on her ass." Here Mr. Raines's disengaged hand strayed over the boundary of his wife's gown, without his raising his eyes from the paper. Ethel dimpled, looked at the hand askance, then slid her own, warm and clinging, within that sliel- tering clas]). "But thinks I too, these banks within which we arc pent, With bud, blossom, and berry, are richly besprent : And the conjugal fence which forbids us to roam, Looks lovely when decked with the comforts of home. "In the rock's gloomy crevice the bright holly grows, The ivy waves fresh o'er the withering rose, And the ever-green love of a virtuous wife Smooths the roughness of care, cheers the winter of life." A pretty face, merry once more, interposed between reader and page, and, finding in that a good excuse, Jolin Raines clasped her in his arms. The ardor of love dwelt in the soft thrill of kisses showered on cheek and brow, linger- ing in the sweet union of lips. Strong, pure love at last ! Ethel's first coherent words were : "You have been dreadfully ugly; you can have no idea how disagreeable you have made yourself." ." So have you," he replied, his fingers wan- dering caressingly over the waving hair. " I ?■' laughed E:hcl. "I have been a mar- tyr." But suddenly her mood changed ; her eyes dimmed ; she hid her fiice on her husband's shoulder in convulsive weeping ; for the cliimes of a neighboring church rang out on tlie frosty air their peals of airy music. The bells sang JOSEPH THE JEW. 129 with their silvery voices, of the happiness com- ing, yet they also had a sad minor strain of the past, which was gone, and never could be re- called. Mr. Raines thought, as he tenderly soothed her, that he had been a brute to nurse his own wrath so long, and repulse her in her affliction. She would have been a million times better off had she lived witli Hester alone instead of marrying him. Then they opened the window, and stood listening to the chimes. Far above glittered the other worlds, remote, vast, inaccessible ; below lay the city, hushed to the quiet of midnight. " How we play with destiny, and fill up our life measure with petty spites and evils ! Some- times all these works of ours, seemingly so durable, may vanish beneath the waves, and these very bells we hear ring faintly to those in the upper world, even as Iduna murmurs in fathomless dci)tlis. Let us look a little higher, my love," said John Raines. The past rolled away like a scroll, and the night ushered in an undivided future. Tiie metal, silvery bright, which dances and floats on the water surface, a tiny globe, and the imponderable vapor seek each other through all nature ; embrace, and their individuality perishes in the formation of a crystal. May not two souls blend, and, never tlie same again, form, in union, the crystallization of a better life' CHAPTER XL. A SHIP COMES IN. A RUDDY glow is shed through tlie little house from the crackling logs on the hearth. Albert Hcarn is asleep in his arm-chair, and the light flickers over his worn face. The lit- tle sister is seated opposite, with hands clasped on her knee, gazing at the fire and thinking. On the rug lies a dog of venerable aspect, with gray hair growing on his face, and a care-worn expression. The dog appears to be indulging in reflection, as well as his mistress. One can not but wonder if his reverie leads him down to the south where the old Indian dwelt, and the probability of an alligator having got her by this time. The little sister is thinking, with a heart- ache, of the silent chamber up stairs, where she never finds occupation now, but she reso- lutely checks the falling tears as she looks at the sleeping fiice opposite. Her father is the charge intrusted to her by the dying mother, and sorely needs tender care. Albert Hearn is a man wounded in the bat- tle ; he has come home too late to atone for the sin of his youth. The death of his wife has left him without courage. The longing of weary years is indeed at last realized. He has returned to his family ; the debt of his dis- grace is paid. But Albert Ilearn shrinks from contact with his former world, as the restored blind avoid the dazzling noonday. • He does not wish to see his brothers ; he has never visit- 9 ed the scene of his former life. He can not be induced to leave the little house, except to wander listlessly on the strand or visit his wife's grave. He believes in the fatality of his career's being a total failure, and does not strive to rally. As the youth of Albert Ilearn yielded to the stress of a great temptation, so his maturity lacks fortitude in endurance. "What is he to do ? The tree rudely uprooted, and tying prone on the ground for a season, can not regain its hold in the soil with the elasticity of a slender sapling. He studies his children with interest and affection, yet can never forget that he was no assistance to their growing years — even returns at last a stranger. He has many secret projects for the happiness of his eldest daughter of which she is ignorant. Ethel is the pride of his heart, even as she was in the days of ringlets and pink boots, before trouble came. Ethel is very attentive to her father ; surrounds him with many luxuries, the fruit of constant thoughtfulness. She has all the more anxiety to be filial in her respect, from the fiict that his first arrival was kept a secret from her, lest Mrs. Raines might consider him a disgrace. Albert Hearn is always delighted to see her, welcomes her husband courteously, but never has or will visit her home in return. Ethel may come to him, but he may never cross her threshold. He takes refuge in any com- monplace excuse of being a nervous old man, not fond of societv, and Ethel must be satis- 130 JOSEPH THE JEW. fied, "Let her take ber own stand without me," he reflects. Nicliohis Ileain also dwells at Sliellport, and treats his father with careful tenderness; still his train of thought frequently hcwilders the parent. The patent adjustable lock has proved a success in a small way. The invention is not exalted, but satisfactory, on the principle of making a better pin-head, a more perfect but- ton, than the rest of mankind. ^Nicholas has a large, rambling loft, full of heterogeneous ma- terials, half workshop, half laboratory, where he delves early and late. It is doubtful if he will ever be a rich man, for he converts ready money into the solution of fresli problems, and looks ever to the future. Nicholas has not married ; the most skillful match-maker would find in him a dry subject. " The idea ! .With my brain so full of things," he says, contemptuously, if the subject is broached. " We have" paid our debts, and let us begin the world. Then a shade of sadness steals over the rugged face: "I wish mother could have lived to sec my lock accepted, and known something of mj' project for utilizing the sun's rays. " Perhaps the best friend Nicholas finds, in these days, is Mr. John Kaincs, who likes nothing better than to spend hours in the dusty work-room, making suggestions, discussing dis- coveries. Nicholas never visits the great house either ; he has no time, he says decisively. The little sister has not that faith in her erratic brother which he actually deserves. lie has always seemed so out of place in her small life. A blooming young woman, much interested in tlie condition of her back hair, reigns in the kitchen. Where is Peggy ? A year before Olive found the old woman, in the act of leav- ing her room to perform her daily duties, stif- fened into the rigidity of paralysis. Chained in every limb, dumb, motionless, Peggy fixed her eyes on the girl with a passionate entreaty. All day Olive tried to fathom the look. She brought her father and Nicholas ; the look never swerved from herself. She tried food, drink, reading in the worn Bible — even held up the dearest companion and solace of a life- time, the snuff-box. '^The living eyes in the frozen face gathered anger rather than relief. Olive was haunted by the expression. Peggy dumb, and striving to utter a word. Finally siie approached the bed. " Yon wish me to do something. Close your eyes if I guess aright." Even at that grave moment, so oddly do inop- portune ideas flash into our minds, Olive could not help thinking of the game of twenty ques- tions, and the inquiry, "Is it animal, mineral, or vegetable ?" Peggy evidently waited, with intense eagerness, for her first suggestion. " Is it about me ?" The eyelids quivered assent. "To be done for you ?" "Yes." "About your illness?" "Yes." ' "The doctor? A medicine?" "No." " Give you something in this house?" "Yes;" the eyes brightening hopefully. ^^ Iw this room ?" "Yes, yes!" " Your own property?" "Yes." Olive made a tour of the room, touching each article of furniture, and looking at Peggy interrogatively. When she reached a chest of drawers, the eyelids signified that she was to open the upper one. Inside was a box, which Olive brought to the bedside. The box con- tained a small business card, with the name of "L. Andrews, attorney-at-law, Concord, New Hampshire." "Am I to keep this?" "Yes." "Is that all?" "No." "Send for this man? Very well. You must rest iiow." And Pegg}', listening to the grand words of Job, "I know that my Kedeemer liveth," read from the worn Bible, sank into the long rest which knows no waking. Afterward L. Andrews, attorney-at-law, pre- sented himself to Olive Ilcarn, in reply to her letter. Tiie prime little man was in possession of Peggy's will, made several years before, in which she left the house beyond the beach to her dear girl, Olive, forever. The much-ma- ligned brother had bequeathed her the money, and she had purchased the home which shel- tered tlie Ilearn fiimily so long. This truth was never known until the faithful nurse had gone to her reward. Olive reflects on these events, sitting by the fire, with her father calmly sleeping oppo- site, and the dog of large experience between. She is happy in her life, capable of a full, roiimled womanhood, without the sharp angu- larity of peculiarities or the restless aims of ambition. Where is Nelson Thorne, in all the wide universe ? She forgave him long ago, and she has become used to thinking Ethel more contented, married as she is. Ethel en- JOSEPH THE JEW. 131 joys much, in her present condition, which might not have been her portion as Nelson's wife. Where is he wandering at the close of this year? She thinks, with a thrill of alarm, that he may be dead, and she would never know. Or he may have home, wife, and chil- dren. Tiie night without is black and cold. Ici- cles fringe the eaves, and suspend diamonds on every pendent twig of the shrubbery. Snow mantles the earth, and yields reluctantly to the dark waves, which, moaning of tempests abroad, toss their spray high on the shore in congealed masses. The little sister's ship, through storm and darkness, is coming into port. Tiie fairy craft is fashioned of pearl and gold ; gossamer sails are spread, and reflect rainbow hues of joy ; the sullen waters are furrowed into a spark- ling track of light by the slender prow ; a tiny god holds the helm. Hark ! The keel grates on the strand. There are footsteps on the beach at the gate. She rises to her feet, swayed by some powerful impulse ; the door-bell rings on her startled, expectant senses ; the room circles around. Albert Ilearn opens his eyes in glad sur- prise ; the dog is wagging his tail amicably; and penitent, humbled Nelson, stands on the hearth, with Olive's hand clasped firmly in his own. Even while he returns the father's cor- dial greeting, he searches the daughter's serene eyes for his answer. She knows what he has come to ask long before he finds an opportuni- ty to speak. The years have brouglit trouble, sorrow, repentance — above all, need of iier. To the little sister the gift has been so long coming, had seemed a moment before so hope- less of fulfillment, that she turns it on Ijer palm, wondering if it be worth the pain, the tears, the golden expectation. Purified and ennobled, the first love of Nelson Thorne is well worth acceptance. The boon is very sweet to the little sister. Experience Thome's prayer is answered. Ouhlier, c'est le grand secret des natures fortes. The rajah's chain, dismantled of jewels, lies in the case, having interwoven the lives of the descendants, even as it had originally linked together those of the grandparents. The dia- mond-brokers might never know, but Joseph the Jew has fulfilled his allotted task. NOVEMBER BOOK-LIST. 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To the tastes of a student of science he adds the practical sense of a man of business and the shrewdness of a citizen of the world. To a scieutitic eye nowhere is the book of nature more widely open than in this "gem of the ocean," as for beauty, variety, and physical wealth the Isle of France has been called. Its rich vegeta- tion, its waterfalls, its natural caverns, its wild forest lands open inexhaustible sources of pleasure and admiration. Its coasts, its rivers, and its inland scenery afford the zoologist never-ending stores for collection and study. — Saturday Review, London. A book to delight the naturalist. — Graphic, London. * * * Rarely have we met with a book of travels more enjoyable, and few have been written by a sharper or closer observer. To recapitulate a tithe of the heads of the information he provides would exhaust the limits of the longest paragraph, aud we must content ourselves with saying that he has left very little indeed to be gleaned by his successors in the task of briuging to the mind what a wealth of beauty aud novelty there is to be fouud on the island of Jlauritius. — Standard, London. Whether on land or water. Col. Pike is an indefati- gable collector, and an observant and enthusiastic naturalist. His accounts of his marine excursions over the extensive coral reefs which encircle the island fill some of the most pleasant pages in the volume ; a better description of tropical submarine beauties and rarities has seldom, if ever, been given. • • • The pict- uresque scenes of tropical life and vegetation, which our author seems never tired of painting in glowing language. — Athenceum, London. Plnnier's Pastoral Tlicology. Hints and Helps in Pastoral Theology. By William S. 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Sara Coleridge's Memoirs and Letters carry us back to the friends and scenes so familiar to the admirers of Coleridge — to Bristol, Nether Stowey, Keswick— to Wordsworth and Southey, Charles Lamb, the benev- olent bookseller, Cottle, the kind friends, Poole, and Wedgwood, all chronicled in that strange and charm- ing hook, the "Biographia Literaria;" and they give us also a pleasant insight into later days, reaching to the poet's death, while he was the inmate of the Gill- mans' house at Ilighgate. • • • We can hardly con- ceive an intelligent reader for whom the work will not have a charm, as telling genuinely aud natu- rally the life, the daily thoughts, and hopes, and occu- pations of a noble woman of a high order of mind, and as mirroring a pure heart. Her letter-writing is thor- oughly unaffected ; there is never straining for effect. A thenceum, London. Harper &* Brothers' List of New Books. Tristram's Laud of Moab. The Land of Moab: The Result of Travels and Discoveries on the East Side of the Dead Sea and the Jordan. Ly II. U.Tristr.vm, M.A., LL.D., F.K.S., Hon. Canon of Durham. \Vith a a Chapter on the Persian Palace of Mashita, by Jas. Ferguson, F.R.S. With Map and Illustrations. Crown 8vo, Cloth, $2 50. written aud well illustrated, the narrative sustains its interest throuirhout, and gives a vivid picture of the present condition of the couutry.— jlW(«)jocujn, Louduu. Dr. Trijitram's accDUut of his visit to tlic Laud of Moab will be welcomed by all who have lon},'ed to know Koiuethiii;,' more of a country po iniimatcly coii- ueclcd with ilic history of the Ibiaclites. rieusaully Miss Doroliiy's Cliargc. Miss Dorothy's Charge. A Novel. By Frank Lee Benedict, Author of " My Daughter Elinor," " Miss Van Kortland," &c., &c. 8vo, Paper, $1 00 ; Cloth, $1 50. In "Miss Dorothy's Charge" we have again a vig- orous novel from an American hand. There can be no doubt of the superiority of Aineiican writens over the great aud increasing mass of our own fairly suc- cessful novelists, both in skill as to thv manipulation of plots and insight in the delineation of character. The present story is a success in both respects. We may declare our uin-escivcd appreciation of the more important features of the book. — jli/ie/utuiu, Loudon. Dawson's Earth and Man. • • • But " Miss Dorothy's Charge " has far more and higher claims upon our attention. In the first place, the plot is ingenious and well worked out; secondly, there are no dummies among the actors ; aud, thirdly, the whole book abounds in lively, natural, and amus- ing dialogue. • • * The brightness, freshness, grace, and good feeling of the whole story. * * * The atmos- phere is pure and healthy from first to last.— Stowdarcf, London. The Story of the Earth and Man. By J. W. Dawson, LL.D., F.R.S., F.G.S., Principal and Vice-Chancellor of McGill University, Montreal. \Vith Twenty Illustrations. i2mo. Cloth. %l 50. A book of rare excellence. An account of the geo- logical history and the past life of the earth, full yet concise, accurate yet pictorial, and almost poetic. We most heartily commend to our readers a book so full of interest, so radiant with truth.— ZJn'd'sft Quarterli/ Review. Wilkie Collins's Novels : Library Edition. Harper's Illustrated Library Edition of Wilkie Collins's Novels. With Portrait on Steel. l2mo. Cloth, $1 50 per volume. The volumes to be issued monthly. Armadale. — Basil. — Hide-and-Seek. — Man and Wife. — No Name. — Poor Miss Finch. — The Dead Secret. — The Moonstone. — The New Magdalen. — The Woman in White. The Two Widows. The Two Widows. A Novel. By Annie Thomas, Author of "Denis Donne," "Called to Account," "Played Out," "A Passion in Tatters," "The Dower House," "Maud Mo- han," &c. 8vo, Paper, 50 cents. Holme's Light at Evening Time. Light at Evening Time : a Book of Support and Comfort for the Aged. Edited by John Stanford Holme, D.D. Elegantly printed from large type on toned paper. New Edi- tion, with Additional Matter and Si.\ Steel-Plate Portraits. 4to, Cloth, $2 50. topics as these: The Trials of Old Age ; The Tempta- tions of Old Age ; The Duties of Old Age ; The Con- solations of Old Age, &c., &c. It should be a large book with little matter in it. Why has no tract society The late Dr. J. W. Alexander, in his " Forty Years' Letters," says : " A book ought to be written with tliis title: 'The Aged Christian's Book,' printed in large type for the convenience of old persons. It should be in the largest character attainable— treating of such thought of such a thing?'' Prime's I Go A-Fisiiini!:. I Go A-Fishing. By W. C. Prime. Crown Svo, Cloth, $2 50. A treat to every contemplative fi.shcrman. • * * He calls it "I Go a-Fishing." The tender charm of the book, its sober eloquence, and its genial breadth, re- mind one very much of the style of Jeremy Taylor. * * * A rare love of nature, and a simple-hearted adoration of the god of nature, and an intense devotion to the finny denizene of the deep, especially of pools in trout- streams. • • • Its subdued humor, power, its fondness for that which is good, and honest, and natural, its Christianity, without the specialties of sectarianism, should recommend it to every one who likes to cast a fly in a likely pool. * * * Mr. Piime ought to be able to rely on a hearty reception of this book among his English cousins.— Stondard, London. Harper &> Brothers^ List of New Books. Flaiuiimrions Atmosphere. The Atmosphere. Translated from the French of Camille Flammarion. Edited by James Glaisher, F.R.S., Superintendent of the Magnetical and Mcterological Department: of the Royal Observatory at Greenwich. With lo Chromo-Lithographs, and 86 Woodcuts, 8vo, Cloth, $6 oo. The style is very simple and comprehensive; there is an eutiie absence of puzzling technicalities, and every thing necessary to be told is told iu such a charming manner that even the most iudiflurcnt reader will liud his interest excited, and his atten- tion chained. We know of no other work on a .simi- lar subject which covers so wide a field. M. Flam- marion apparently entered npon his task with an enthusiasm which shows no sign of fhiggiug from the beginning to the end of the work. We do not know when we have found instruction and amusement more pleasingly combined than they are in this book, which is destined to enjoy a popularity second to none of the many works that have lately been issued with the laudable intention of popularizing science. The chapter on storms is particularly interesting, as is also that on meteors, while the concluding book, which treats of electrical phenomena, is absorbingly entertaining. While the style is in no wise lacking iu dignity, it is distinguished by a pleasing familiar- ity and chattiness that at once wins the reader's con- fidence and attention. The book is profusely and finely illustrated. There are ten chromo-lithographs, which are beautifully executed, and of which several are really fine works of art. There are, in addition, eighty-six woodcuts of more than ordinary excellence. As a whole, it is one of the handsomest and most valuable publications of the year.— Costo/i Sat. Evcn- ning Gazette. We doubt whether a volume treating of scientific subjects could be made more attractive. It is even superior to Reclus's "The Earth," and Eeclus's "Ocean," published by the same house. Yet it is not more expensive, and really is a marvel of cheap- ness. No pains, no expense, no excellence known to the engraving and printing art, have been spared in getting up this interesting and valuable work. To a cultivated mind no work of fiction can equal this ex- tended and varied treatise on the atmosphere. To the inquiring mind thirsting for knowledge no sub- ject can surpass the wonderful and exciting phenom- ena connected with the earth-surrounding and all- penetrating air we breathe. — The Episcopalian. This work is very comprehensive, treating of the form, dimensions, and movements of the earth, and of the influence exerted on meteorology by the phys- ical conformation of the globe ; of the figure, height, weight, color, and chemical components of the at- mosphere; of the phenomena of light, heal, wind, clouds, rain, electricity; of the laws of climate, and, in short, of the wide range of subjects included under the general topic. It is very pleasing in style, and is profusely illustrated, ten full-page chromo-lithographs picturing the more remarkable phenomena mention- ed. — Boston Post. This is truly a superb volume, both externally and internally. As a piece of book-making it marks the high degree of perfection to which the art is carried in the manufactories of the publishers. The literary side of the work is creditable alike to the French author and the English editor, who here bring their several national traits into a happily combined co- operation. During several years past the French have been giving to the public a variety of thoroughly scholarly treatises on the various departments of general physics, which combine very successfully the exactness of science with all the ease and ready understandableness of the most popular story-tell- ing. And these works have been very successfully turned into English, and reproduced iu all their orig- inal freslmess. In this scries "The Atmosphere" may claim an houorable place. — Christian Advocate, N.Y. It is a superb volume, containing ten chromo-litho- graphs, which are real works of art. The frontis- tispiece is a representation of the "halo," to be seen iu the Arctic regions, a series of rainbow circles around the sun. Another of the pictures is that of a lunar rainbow seeu at Compeigne, which is very beautiful, as fine as the best water-color painting one is almost tempted to say. The next chromo is a sunrise from the Righi in Switzerland, with the in- imitable tints so delicately given that one regrets that the picture is destined to be shut up in a book. There is also a winter landscape and a storm, which deserve all the praise we can give them. If we turn to the woodcuts we find equal chance to commend the French writer's taste, who gives such a delightful treatment to a topic that might easily have been made as dry "as the remainder biscuit after a sea voyage." We have a book which is at once " lively and severe," and we most cordially recommend it to the attention of our readers. — Pittsburgh Chronicle. It is certainly one of the most superbly executed volumes that has been issued from the American press for a long time. The work is profusely illus- trated, the woodcuts being elaborate and artistic performances, and the chromo-lithographs, of which there are ten, being beautiful representations of phe- nomena which could not be properly illustrated without the aid of color. The printing and the bind- ing are in keeping with the engravings and with the high charrxter of the book itself. "The Atmosphere" is probably, therefore, the most complete, as it cer- tainly is the most readable, book on the subject of which it treats iu existence. A very great interest is felt at the present time in the science of metereology, and the appearance of "The Atmosphere" is, there- fore, most opportune, and we doubt not that it will be eagerly read by thousands.— I>ai7»/ Telegraph, Phila. Nast's Illustrated Almanac for 1874. W^ith 86 Original Illustrations by Thomas Nast. Price 25 cents. Life of Alfred Cookman. The Life of the Rev. Alfred Cookman. By H. B. Ridgaway, D.D Steel. i2mo, Cloth, $2 00. To thousands who remember the eloquent father and sou, whose honored names are jierpetuated to- gether in this biography, it will be as "the savor of good ointment poured forth." We saw much of that saintly. Christian life and work which Dr. Ridgaway With Portrait on has so finely delineated in this handsome book. He was a thorough Methodist, but not less was he of the City of GoU.— Christian Intelligencer, N. Y. A biography like this has the force of a thousand Bcrmocs. — N. Y. Times. Harper 6- Brothers' List of New Books. Hcrvey's Christian Rhetoric. A S'-stcm of Christian Rhetoric, for the Use of Treachers and Other Spcu..ers. By George VV FRED IIervev, M.A., Author of" Rhetoric of Conversation," "Principles of Courtesy," c>. 8vo, Cloth, ?3 50. From preachers, authors, and critics of dilTerent de- nominations, establiiibcd character, and large experi- ence, favorable opinions of this work- Lave bccu re- ceived, as the following extracts will show: A professor of Ilomiletics for flve-and-twenty years says, " This is an original and very elaborate work. I am acquainted with no book in which eearching analysis, clear and vigorous thinking, solid and ex- tensive learning, and scientific method are more thor- oughly applied to the elucidation of the principles of preaching." From an eminent historian, preacher, and critic we learn that "It is one of the most comprehensive and best grounded treatises on the subject. The views of inspiration and of inspired preachers, as models, are exceedingly important and ably presented. I am more than content with the style." A leading preacher, historian, and scholar testifies that " In its presentation of the pre.ncher's work, as having the Holy Spirit for its great reli.mce and the holy prophets for its great patterns, the work deserves close regard. Its array of authorities. Classic, Patris- tic, Mediajval, Puritan, Romanist, German, French, Scottish, English, and American, would enable any student who followed the clue supplied by its foot- notes to pursue many of the problems that it discusses into a most extended field." Charles Reade's A Simpleton. A Simpleton : A Story of the Day. By Cl Yourself in His Place," "Never too Late to Animated, vigorous, and interesting. It is the best novel that he has given to the world since "Griffith Gaunt," and it amply demonstrates the fact that Mr. Reade has lost none of the peculiar power and picturesqueness of style which made his earlier writings so acceptable. Alwaj-s admirable in his de- scriptive passages, Mr. Reade has, by skillfully shift- ing about the scene of his story, aflforded himself am- p'e opportunities to exercise his peculiar talent in this line. His description of the South African diamond fields in "The Simpleton" will rank with that of the Australian gold diggings in " Never Too Late To Mend," in the vividness with which the actual scene is reproduced, and this is as high praise as it is pos- sible to bestow upon it. — Phila. Evening Telegraph. The story is one of the most rapid and animated action in parts, and has plenty of its writer's peculiar humor in other portions. — Boston Satttrda'j Evening Gazette. "A Simpleton " is as good as any thing the author has produced. It presents many phases of life, from that of a London physician and his class to that of men engaged in opening up Southern Africa through diamond-digging and its adjuncts; and all this is done with a strength and a vivacity that show that Mr. Reade is at the noon of his mind. There is much va- riety of character in the story, and each person is brought well out on the stage of life. They are men and women of the age. The Simpleton herself Is a very charming person, and one is very partial to her. —Boston Traveller. Miss Beccher's Housekeeper and Healthkeeper. Miss Beecher's Housekeeper and Healthkeeper: Containing Five Hundred Recipes for Economical and Healthful Cooking ; also, many Directions for securing Health and Happi- ness. Approved Uy Physicians of all Classes. Illustrations. i2mo. Cloth, $1 50. It is thoroughly practical and he]\tt\i].— Boston Jour- 1 Full of useful hints to housekeepers.— X Y. Indc- nal. I feculent. A distinguished critic and author says, "The work has not at all the air of a theological treatise. The style is free and racy, abounding in apt and piquant illustrations from liistory and common life. * * * The work has many prolltable suggestions for public speakers in every branch of eloquence. It is eminent- ly readable and often entertaining. It Is original in its conceptions and full of novelties in its treatment. It may truly be regarded as an extraordinary work." Au eloquent and learned preacher is of the opinion that "The work is remarkably comprehensive and complete. While others have discussed different branches of the subject and produced noble frag- ments, Mr. Hervey is the lirst, so far as I know, to re- duce Ilomiletics to an adequate system, treating all parts of sacied rhetoric in their j)roi)er order and nat- ural relations. As he makes inspiration a basis of the work, it suggests the proj)riely of a similar recon- struction of our standards of secular i hetoric. • • • Though drawing his materials from all the best sources, ancient and modern, he has wisely avoided all temporary and sectarian side-issues, and produced a safe and serviceable text-book for ail Protestant seminaries. The treatise is popular In style, and con- tains much either to instruct or entertain all public speakers, especially such as would keep pace with tlie times and the progress of Christian intelligence." t.\RLES Reade, Author of "Hard Cash,"." Put Mend," &c. 8vo, Paper, 50 cents; Cloth, $1 00. There are no novels in the English language which are more distinctively wholesome than the novels of Charles Reade. There is an earnest humanitarianism in his works which puts to shame the artificial senti- mentalism of Dickens. The generous, indignant sympathy with which he defends the oppressed work- man, the defenceless lunatic, or the helpless prisoner, is powerful for good, because it is felt to be genuine and not assumed as a trick to win a transient popu- larity. There is not a single novel bearing his name which does not show the same steady loyalty to what- ever is true and good, and the same hearty hatred for whatever is nie.m and base. His readers are brought at once into an atmosphere that is pure, bracing, and wholesome. Charles Reade has never yet palliatei crime, or asked our sympathy with vice. * • * As an artist as well as a moralist, Mr. Reade ought to accept this hostilty as a compliment. It is a proof that hid creations are recognized as genuine men and women, so palpably living that they can provoke the anger of narrow-minded conventionalism. Especially is this true of his women. The whole range of English fic- tion contains no heroines that can be compared with the heroines of Reade's novels. They are not merely a collection of beautiful portraits, but they are women so real that we can see the blood mantling in their beautiful cheeks, and feel the subtle'perfume loosened by the breeze that stirs their luxuriant hair. Some day in Charles Reade's works will be universally re- cognized the art of France and the sturdy soul of English htmesty. — X. V. Graj^hic. ^yj^iZ^r:. RETURN CIRCULATION DEPARTMENT TO— ^ 202 Main Library LOAN PERIOD 1 HOME USE 2 3 4 5 6 ALL BOOKS MAY BE RECALLED AFTER 7 DAYS 1 -fiiofifh loans may be renewed by calling 642- J403 6-month loans may be recharged by bringing books to Circulation Desk Renewals and recharges may be mode 4 days prior to due date DUE AS STAMPED BELOW nO^/^^ 1Q7Q I7Q BcC CIn. 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