THE LIBRARY
OF
THE UNIVERSITY
OF CALIFORNIA
LOS ANGELES
GIFT OF
P. Lennox Tierney
LEATHER AND SILK,
BY
JOHN ESTEN COOKE,
AUTHOR OF
"SuRRY OF EAGLE'S NEST," " MOHUN," "FAIRFAX,"
" HILT TO HILT," ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK:
COPYRIGHT 1891, BY 0. W. DILLINQHAM.
G. IV. Billing ham Co., Publishers.
MDCCCXCVI.
ps
TO THE READER.
IN this little tale the writer has attempted to sketch
in outline, some of the personages, and modes of life and
thought in Virginia, at the commencement of the present
century. The chief character, who gives his name to the
book, and around whom the other actors group them
selves, had like many of the rest a real existence, and is
drawn with as near an approach to life in personal and
characteristic traits, as the writer found it possible.
One who knew him well, testifies to the accuracy of the
delineation in all its material points.
It is only necessary to add, that the story is sunny
rather than gloomy comedy rather than tragedy ;-
dealing rather with peculiarities and humors, than with
those profound passions of the soul which excite so ter
rible an interest in the reader. If the book be found
entertaining, and (above all else) the spirit of it pure,
the writer will be more than satisfied.
937-131
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PART I.
THE TOWN OF MAR/TINSBURO.
CHAPTER I.
OLD MARTINSBURG.
THE antique character implied by the term old haa
passed away from Martinsburg. It is now a busy, bus
tling town, which daily raises its two thousand heads and
hushes its two thousand tongues to listen to the shrill
steam-whistle of the cars : but even this event, which in
the old time would have furnished so much food for
neighborly gossip, and street-corner harangues attracts
attention but for a moment. The hurry, the bustle, the
healthy activity which spring from trade, and announce
prosperity, commence : and Martinsburg, thus absorbed
in her joyful present, scarcely ever gives a thought to her
past.
That past was as picturesque as the present is prosaic :
not only the manners and personages, but the town itself.
Standing on the hill to the southward, you had before
you a long un paved street Queen-street which crossed
a low stone arch, ascended the rugged hill, and was lost
with its numerous trees and old mansions in the dis
tance. The stone arch for it could scarcely be called o
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bridge spanned a broad ravine which in the summer
and fall was bright with waving corn, and ta'J grass :
through this ravine, and under the arch, a little stream
gurgled over rocks covered with moss and saxifrages.
To the left was the church which had seen the men
and dames of ante-revolutionary days, and given a rest*
ing place to many stately characters of long past genera
tions : across the ravine was the German quarter of the
town, its substantial wooden houses half concealed by the
foliage from which light smoke-wreaths curled upward
against the blue background of the mountains and the
sky.
There was about the town in those days a thoughtful,
slumbrous quietude, which was very striking to such trav
elers as stopped there : more especially if among such
travelers there were any artists armed with their sketch
books. All day long the atmosphere brooded like a
dreamless slumber upon the quiet borough, and the only
sound that never died away was the sighing of the wil
lows, which stretching down their long arms to the
stream unceasingly complained to the waves. All day
long the air was stirred by no other sound, unless it were
the sudden roar of the rock-blaster's mine echoing along
the stone-fenced valley. No stranger, except at long in
tervals, made the stony street resound with hoof-strokes ;
no cur ran barking at the pedestrian's heels. Such horse
men and pedestrians were seldom seen and the curs had
got out of practice. The cloud-shadows floated across the
streets, the tall old willows sighed and rustled, the corn
tassels waved their silky fibres in the gentle lazy breeze :
and Martinsburg might have sat for a sketch of E <owsy-
land.
Our story relates to this old Martinsburg this land of
the dolce far niente which is so completely a thing of
the past. But not wholly. The town was at the period
when these veritable events occurred, in the transition
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state. The habitudes and fashions in costume, modes
of thought, every thing were changing. The close-shaven
and prim expression of our own day and generation had
already begun to take the place of the bluff and joyous
bearing of the elder time. Powdered heads were going
out of fashion with fair-top boots and shoe-buckles and
silken hose : the minuet, that stately divertisement in
which those honest old folks our grandfathers and grand
mothers took such delight, was slowly disappearing :
stages had commenced running between the towns, there
by realizing the long dreamed of luxury of a weekly
mail: and Martinsburg with her sister boroughs was
enlivened from time to time by " professors" of music,
dancing, fencing, drawing, all the accomplishments, in a
word, which are thought necessary parts of education by
the inhabitants of a thriving country town.
It is at this turning point between the old days and
the new, when the nineteenth century, very nearly in its
teens, began thinking and acting for itself, that our his
tory commences.
CHAPTER 1L
INTRODUCES ONE OF THE HEROINES.
ONE of the most comfortable mansions of the German
t] tarter was that of old Jacob Von Horn. It was one of
those houses which are eloquent of the past which tol
erate about them nothing modern in character. The
biilding was large, consisting only of two stories, and
covered with its out-houses space sufficient for a dozen
dwellings of the present day. The massive timbers which
formed its walls had once stood, tall woodland monarchs,
not far from the door : and in front of the broad portal
two giant trees, of the same species, still threw their ver
durous bough-arms over the wide roof and around the
gubles, and brushed against the large chimneys which were
clearly relieved against the foliage.
In the large dining-room were an ancient harpsichord ;
a mighty patriarchal clock ; shelves glittering with burn
ished pewter and gayly colored crockery ; a ponderous
German-English Bible with silver clasps; and on the
rough wall two or three much prized portraits.
One fine morning in early autumn in the year IS ,
about an hour after sunrise, the passers by the door of
Father Von Horn (so the old German was called) might
have seen, had they taken the trouble to look through the
window which was open, a much more attractive, object
than any of those above mentioned. This was Nina, the
old man's daughter seated with the air of a matron be-
behind the large coffee-urn.
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Beside her sat a boy of fifteen, with long dark hair,
soft tender eyes, and, on his lips, the gentle ingenuous
smile of early youth. He was clad in a rough, loosely-
fitting roundabout; his collar was thrown open and only
confined by a narrow black ribbon, which clearly defined
it; elf against his white throat ; and on a chair, near, lay
a rustic cap, and two or three school-books.
The boy seemed absorbed in thought, and not unpleas
ant thought : his large, dreamy eyes were wandering, one
w mid have said, over some fair landscape, beyond the view
of mortal vision, far in Fairy-land : in a word, he was in a
profound reverie.
The young girl pushed him on the shoulder with one ol
her small white hands, and said, angrily :
" Come Barry ! stop that ridiculous thinking ! You'll
n ;ver be fit for any thing, if you don't give it up. You
are positively in a dream."
The boy returned to himself, so to speak, and to the
scenes around him, with a laugh and blush.
" I'll try and not do it so much, cousin Nina," he said,
"but"
" There, you are going to say "
" Only that I"
" I have told you, Barry, often, that you cught not to in
terrupt a lady when "
" 0, I won't any more, cousin Nina."
" There, again ! Really you are too vexatious. You
plague me to death."
Barry seemed hurt at the rough tone in which the
yc ung girl spoke.
" I am sorry I plague you, cousin Nina," he said, timidly,
" ind I know my habit of thinking about all sorts of
tk ings is wrong. But I can't help it. I was born so."
" Yes, born so ! That's every body's excuse," said the
g (1, curling her pretty lip ; " where's aunt Jenny ? Aunt
J nny ! These servants will run me crazy."
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" I'll call her, cousin Nina," said Barry, humbly.
" I don't want you to ! Finish your breakfast and go
to school!"
" I can not eat any more," said Barry, rising mourn
fully, " you are angry with me, cousin Nina : I am sorry
I offended you."
" Foolishness ! who said you offended me V
" I love you too much to," said Barry.
" Aunt Jenny !" called Nina.
Barry turned away blushing, put on his cap, and took
his books.
" Grood-by cousin Nina : I hope you are not angry
with me. I wouldn't feel easy if I thought you were."
" Barry, you are the most perfectly ridiculous child I
ever knew in my life. You imagine that every body is
angry with you for something ; and I can not say a word
to you, but I am offended or angry or some nonsense. I
am out of sorts this morning, and I am angry aunt
Jenny ! and if that lazy Mr. Max don't come down in ten
minutes, I vow I will lock up every thing. Let him get
his breakfast where he can. He is the laziest, idlest "
" Brother Max sits up studying, cousin."
" Studying !"
" Don't he, cousin ?"
" Barry, you'll drive me mad ! For heaven's sake go to
school, and "
" Hey, Nina !" said a voice, which voice belonged to a
personage who entered at that moment behind the young
girl, " there you are, abusing Barry again : now Nina !"
" Not abusing me, brother Max," said Barry.
" But I heard, Barry, my boy. I heard that last blast.
Now Nina cousin Nina, and when I say cousin Nina, I
am on the affectionate key don't speak so roughly to
Barry. He's too timid : pour it out on me I can stand
It all my nerves are strong.'
" Impudence ! w
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<( I impudent !" said Max, with an air of astonishment!
" As you can be !" said the young girl.
" And you you Nina are charming. Barry, you ras-
eal, go kiss Nina ; and I think I'll have a kiss myself, this
morning."
Nina's good -humor seemed to have returned in a meas
ure. She kissed Barry, who came forward timidly : but
when Mr. Max offered the same compliment, she seized
her cup and threatened to discharge its contents upon him.
Max, upon mature consideration, retreated.
" Nina, you are dreadfully cross this morning," he said ;
" I really thought just now you were going to bite Barry ;
and now you threaten to scald one of your most devoted
admirers."
" Barry is always dreaming, and you you ar^ "
"What pray?"
" Always sleeping."
"Sleeping? Grood! I the active, the restless I When I
am in love I will begin to sleep and dream not before.
Barry never fall in love it's a losing game, Barry : tak$
my advice and never fall in love, Barry."
Barry blushed and laughed. Then, taking up his
cap which had fallen on the floor, he left the room, with
an affectionate look toward his brother who sat
yawning
CHAPTER in.
MAX MAKES A CONFIDANTE OF HIS COUSIN, AND CON
SULTS HER ON THE SUBJECT OF HIS COSTUME.
PERHAPS it would be as well before proceeding farther,
to convey to the reader a somewhat more distinct impres
sion of the two personages now left alone together.
Nina was a young girl of seventeen, with a profusion < f
golden curls, very red lips and cheeks, arms of dazzling
whiteness, and a figure of undeniable beauty, though a
critical eye might have considered it a little a very little
too Dutch in character. Two brilliant orbs fui.' of
mischief and sauciness sparkled under their well defined
brows, and whenever Nina smiled which was usually
at some unlucky visitor's expense she displayed fc row
of snow-white teeth of admirable leauty.
Maximilian Courtlandt, her cousin, was her elder by a
year or more, and was not unlike Nina ; his hair long,
fair, and curling ; his features regular, and their expres
sion laughing and full of joyous pride.
We might dwell at some length on the costume of these
personages of our tale costume so different from that of
ladies and gentlemen in our own day : but we refer the
reader rather to those portraits, which are found in almost
every house of the land. The young girl's dress was plai i
and elegant, her hair not half as high-raised as was then
the fashion, in fact not more than six inches the heeis
of her shoes scarcely two inches high. Her cousin was
clad, as was usual at the period, in short pantaloons, stock
ings, a long waistcoat, and stiff-collared coat.
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He took his seat at the table, and patient y waited to
be addressed. He did not wait long.
" Max," said Nina "you are positively the idlest, must
indolent person I have ever known in my life."
Max helped himself to a roll.
"Idle!" he exclaimed.
" Yes ; you know you are."
" Nina, you astonish me."
" An hour after breakfast-time ! There is the clock !"
" I can't deny that, Nina," said Max with his mouth
full, " but you know I was up late last night studying "
" Studying what ?"
**~My Romeo."
" Oh !" exclaimed the girl.
"And you know they expect great things of me, my
darling Nina."
"Max, I'll thank you not to address me as your 'dar
ling,' " the young girl said, pouting, " keep that for Mips
Josephine !"
" Josephine ! Is it possible, Nina dear, they have toll
you any nonsense about Josephine ?"
" You know you are in love with her!"
Max seemed astonished.
" I in love with her !"
" Yes do you deny it ?"
" Deny it ? no, I never deny any thing."
" Don't ' dear' me then, please !" said Nina. " Keep it
for those you care for."
"I care more for you, Nina," said Max, "than for any
body in the world a few people excepte( ."
" I don't believe it."
" And I will prove that to you, Nina,' said the young
man.
"How?"
" By asking a favor of yon. w
A favor ?
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1 Don't that prove my regard for you ?"
"A pretty way! and what is the favor? I warn you
beforehand, I shall not grant it"
" Oh yes, you will : for you know Nina,' said Max,
coaxingly, "you are always so good to me every body
is, for that matter."
" I know how you persuade every body to do what you
want by wheedling them ; you're the greatest flatterer in
the world."
" Flatterer ! Have I ever flattered you ?"
" A thousand times."
" Just because I said you were the prettiest girl in
town, and the wittiest that's not flattery."
" That is a proof you don't flatter, I suppose," said
Nina, laughing, in spite of herself.
" Ah, there is the proper expression back again : now
for my favor."
I shall refuse it "
" Very well listen first."
" Go on."
" You know they have applied to me to act Romeo and
Juliet at Mrs. 's school next Thursday Commence
ment."
" I have heard something of it."
" Heard something of it ! Just listen. When all the
town is agog on the subject, and talking "
" Of Mr. Max Courtlandt and Miss Sally Myers."
" Well hum," said Max, with a conceited air, " sup
pose they do talk of us. But we are getting away from
the favor you can do for me. It is necessary I should
have, in order to act Romeo properly and oh, Nina ! I
shall throw such expression, such melancholy, into the
pert-"
" Who is ' getting away' now ?"
" I am, I confess : but you know when uncle took me
to Philadelphia I saw the play, and I think I shall act it
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well. But 1 must have a dress. Now a dress consist*
of three things."
"Does it?"
" I will particularize."
" Do," said Nina, laughing.
" First a cap long black feather jewel to hold it in
cap black. For just imagine Romeo in any other color ?"
Well what next ?"
" Next boots and silk stockings, also black.''
" Very well."
" For you see," said Max, with a business air, " shoes
and buckles would not be in keeping, as they say."
" Especially if you borrowed them."
" No joking, Nina : Romeo and Juliet is a serious mat
ter."
" I thought all tragedies were."
" Let me get through," continued Max. " In the
third place I shall need a fine dark-colored coat, pro
fusely Now I know you are going to cry out " For
sooth !" or something of the sort."
" Go on ; profusely what ?*
" Laced black or dark lace."
Max had guessed rightly. The young girl uttered
one of those " hums !*' which express so much.
" A laced coat !" she exclaimed.
" Indispensable," groaned Max, shaking his head, sadly.
" And I suppose I am to furnish the whole : or what
part ? Your boots, or your coat, or your cap which?"
" I am really afraid, Nina, you will have to furnish all,"
said Max, piteously.
" Folly !" said Nina.
"Yes, yes, I suppose it is," said Max, " how could you?
Certainly you have no boots : what possessed me to come
to a young lady for boots ? I believe I am cracked I'm
nearly sure of it! Or for a ooat, or cap do young ladies
Wear coats or caps any more tfran boots V'
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Max let his head fall, mournfully.
"Never mind don't be so down in the mouth," said
Nina, " why you have no energy ! We'll see yet. There
b time between this and Thursday."
" Well : you make me hope something will turn up."
" I can make the cap."
" Can you ! Nina, you are the nicest, Most obliging,
dearest "
" That's enough. It is not so very difficult Will
black velvet be proper ?"
" Proper ! Romeo himself, if consulted on the point,
woukl be in ecstasies."
" You are recovering your spirits."
"I believe I am." ... . ,
" See about the coat then."
" But have you velvet for the cap 7"
'* I have my black velvet body."
"Your what?"
" You know what I mean the body of my dresa ; like
this. Then for the feather, my riding plume and for
the jewel I'll sew in this bracelet."
" Nina, I desire to kbs you," said Max, " in no other
way can my gratitude "
" Come a step nearer and I'll burn you with this hot
water."
Max, who had risen and approached his cousin, drew
back.
" WeL another time," he said, " and now I am going
to see Aunt Courtlandt. I'll have my hair powdered, and
then"
" Your hair powdered, indeed !"
" Why, certainly."
"Who'll do it for you?"
" Let me see : why, Monsieur Pantoufle."
" Max, you are the most impudent fellow in the world
Monsieur Pantoufle powder your hair !"
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" Will you "bet me the cap against let me see against
a kiss, say, that he does not ?"
" I'll bet you a box on the ears."
" Very well : in half an hour no in an hour I shall
some and tell you which has won."
" I suppose Monsieur Pantoufle will be engaged that
length of time upon your hyacinthine curls. Conceited !"
" Why, Nina, you read Shakspeare ! No, but I am
going to the ' Sisters of Mercy' to see Aunt Courtlandt."
" And who besides ?"
" Any one who will submit to being seen."
" Josephine Emberton, for instance."
" Nina, I really believe you are jealous. Josephine and
myself like each other : but I assure you nothing serious
has passed between us," said Max, gravely.
Nina burst out laughing.
" But you I I like you so much better !" said Max, ten
derly.
"Aunt Jenny! are you coming?"
" Grood," said the young man taking his hat, "I see
my conversation is getting dull. Well, now for the 3oat
and boots : fortune favor me !'
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CHAPTER IV.
FINDS MONSIEUR PANTOUFLE IN A GREAT RAGK.
THE young man, gayly humming a tune to himself, we it
along Queen-street toward Monsieur PantouhVs. Per
haps swaggered along would more strikingly suggest his
manner of walking. But Max Courtlandt was too well
bred and graceful to swagger in the common accepta
tion of that word. His gait was jaunty and swinging ;
but neither affected nor pompous : it was the easy, careless
carriage of one who is a favorite with every body, and
Max Courtlandt was certainly such a person.
This young man had one of those cordial and winning
faces which prepossess all persons in favor of the owner.
The men liked to see his cheerful countenance as he pass
ed along : the fair sex had their joke or laugh for him ;
the children held him in high favor, for they had judged
with the unerring instinct of childhood that the briuht
smile was part of a loving nature and tender heart. With
the little things Max was a prime favorite in fact with
every body, spite of his restless and mischievous bent nf
mind. That he had his full proportion of this latter
amiable, quality the reader will perceive in due course oJ
time.
Monsieur Pantoufle was one of those wandering * pro
fessors" we have alluded to, and had but a short time be
fore set up his tent, metaphorically speaking, in the
town of Martinsburg. This metaphorical tent was in re
ality " apartments" that is to say two rooms opening on
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Queen-street, one of which served him for a chamber, the
other for a studio, fencing gallery, dancing, drawing, and
music room. Monsieur Pantoufle taught each and all ol
these accomplishments.
Monsieur Pantoufie was a little man, always clad in
silk stockings, pumps, and ruffles, and his thin hair in
variably powdered was brushed back from one of those
narrow, lynx-like faces, which look out from the portraits
of Louis XV.'s time. Under his arm he carried an insep
erable portion of himself a full-laced cocked hat. li
we add that his proper name was Monsieur Pantoufle
Hyacinth Xaupi, we have said as much of him as the
reader need know for the purposes of this history.
Max found Monsieur Pantoufle so he was now uni
versally called in a very great passion, striding up and
down his studio, as he liked to call it, and overturning at
every round either a music stool, a chair, or a pair of foils,
of which several pairs lay scattered about upon the tables
and stands.
" Oh me ! what is the matter, sir !" cried Max, think
ing his bet with Nina already lost. "What has annoyed
you, Mousieur Pantoufle ?"
" The d d tailor sacre /" said Monsieur Pantjufie, in
a fury.
" What has he done ? Every body seems to \M put out
this morning but myself."
"He has cut my coat wrong!"
" Your coat what coat ? Ah, I recollect! you are very
fond of having your coats made in the fashion of the times
of King Louis XIV., Monsieur Pantoufle, with large cuffs
and all. Now, I suppose the tailor has cut your coat in
some other style either Louis XIII. or Louis XV. Is
not that it, Monsieur Pantoufle ?"
" Out, oui, you guess right, my young friend," said the
fencing-master, with a strong French accent, " but he not
only cut my coat wrong, he make it wrong !"
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" I never should have expected the man to "be guilty of
such conduct, especially to you, Monsieur Pantoufle, who
are so particular. Was it of much value ? What was
the style of the coat ?"
" It was Charlemagne, Capet, Spain, Italy, any style
but Grand Monarque style sacre !" cried Monsieur Pan
toufle in a rage. " Begar !" he added, seizing a foil and
throwing himself into an attitude ; " I will stick him, I
will transfigurate him like an ortolan on a skewer !"
"Italy did you say, monsieur?" said Max, suddenly.
" Any thing but proper cut, my young friend."
" And was it laced ?"
" Full laced."
" What color ?"
" Black the royal color ?"
" And where is it ?'*
" I send it back he say I shall pay."
" But you don't want it?"
" It is enfin a thousand league too big for me. w
" And is it at the tailor's below ?
" Out, out!"
" Monsieur Pantoufle," said Max, " perhaps I can help
you to get rid of it. What was the price ?"
" One hundred and twenty franc."
" But in dollars ?"
" Voyons five franc to the 'tis twenty dollar."
" Wait till I return, Monsieur Pantoufle," said Max.
And putting on his hat, he ran out of the room, leaving
tile fencing-master in profound perplexity.
CHAPTER V.
MAX ARRIVES AT THE TAILOR'S, BREATHLESS, BUT IN TIMS.
MAX ran as fast as he could until he had reached the
tailor's, so fearful was he that some one had already pur
chased the coat of his imagination. He was convinced
that his only chance to become its happy possessor was
to anticipate the whole eager community.
It was hanging up in the window : Max breathed and
went in more calmly.
" What a pretty coat that is in the window !" he said,
" good morning, Mr. Barlow : take it down, I want to see
it."
The tailor laughed.
"I made it for Mr. Pantoufle," he said, "but he refuses
to receive it."
"You wouldn't force him to, Mr. Barlow," said the
young man, " I know you wouldn't !"
"I don't know. What can I do with it? It might
serve as a sort of sign out there."
" A sign ?"
" Yes, of my making ; it is as nice a piece of work as
I ever did."
" It is so," said Max, examining it, and wistfully pass
ing the laced cuffs through his fingers, " I think I should
like to have that coat myself."
" You ?" said the tailor, surprised.
** I think really I should," said Max thoughtfully, and
in a melancholy tone ; " but 1 can't, I'm afraid."
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" You want it?"
" Yes, yes, my friend ; the very thing."
" Why, you shall have it then cheap."
Max shook his head, with a sad smile.
" How much ?" he said
" Eighteen dollars."
" Eighteen dollars ! A fortune Oh I wish I har 1
eighteen dollars. I haven't got it."
" You seem to have set your heart on it now to oblige
a friend I'll say sixteen dollars. I wouldn't for any one
but you."
Max shook his head, sighing.
" Oh, what a pretty coat ; and it is the very thing !
couldn't I buy it !"
" It is dirt cheap."
" Sixteen dollars sixteen dollars !"
" Say fifteen, not a cent less ; it cost me fourteen, 0.1
my word."
" Oh, I was not trying to beat you down, Mr. Barlow.
I was only thinking of the price, and where I should get
the money."
" You may pay me at any time."
" No, no, I have promised uncle never to buy on credit.
Fifteen dollars," murmured Max wistfully, "let me try
it on, Mr. Barlow."
The tailor helped him on with the coat. It fitted to
perfection.
" I never saw any thing so becoming," said the tailor
"Not fashionable, though," suggested Max, smiling,
and looking at the cuffs.
' Why no but really you look like the Marquia La
fayette."
" You are attacking me through my vanity, Mr. Bar
low. It is a pretty coat," said Max, admiring himself
in a large glass, "and what nice lace."
" The best."
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" It will just suit," continued Max, and stretching out
his arm, he muttered " ' Tybalt, liest thou there in thy
bloody sheet ." '
" Yes, it is really too cheap."
" Fifteen dollars ?" said Max, waking up from his
revery. "Ah, I will have it; and not through Nina.
Certainly I will have it. She will give me the money ;
she is so good. Why didn't I think of that before ?"
" You take it ?" asked the tailor.
" Yes, yes ! but provisionally, Mr. Barlow contingent
on a negotiation I am about to undertake," said Max,
smiling, " I really must have that coat."
" You shall."
" Keep it for me until to-morrow, and promise not to
sell it. I have my suspicions that Hans Huddleshingle
wants that coat : I think, too, that Monsieur Pantoufle
might pass by, and change his mind. Promise that no
une sha 11 have it neither Hans or Monsieur Pantoufle or
any one. What should the dancing master take it for ?
You can make him a real Louis XIV. grand monarch
coat," said Max, smiling, " and I shall, therefore, Mr. Bar
low, consider this coat promised to me ; is it not?"
" The great Mogul should not buy it," said Mr. Barlow,
laughing.
" Well, I'll come for it fortune favoring me," Max
said ; and he returned much relieved to Monsieur Park
toofle.
B
CHAPTER Tl
HOW MNA LOST HEL WAOER.
MONSIEUR PANTOUFLE had recovered a portion of his hab
itual equanimity. The numerous " sacres," he had ut-
tered were so many safety valves for his pent up anger.
He had replaced under his arm the indispensable cocked
hat which in the torrent of his wrath had fallen to the
floor, and was amusing himself by making passes at a
wooden figure representing a man which stood near his
harpsichord which exercise he accompanied with many
stamps of the feet and contortions of visage.
" Well, Monsieur Pantoufle," said the young man, " 1
have succeeded in persuading Mr. Barlow not to force you
to accept that coat, but on the contrary to sell it to me.
The fact is 'tis not a Louis XIV. fashion."
" Never ! but sell it to you."
" To me."
" You want it ?"
" Yes. Do you object to my having the coat ?"
" Oh, not so my young friend. 'Tis a grand favor to
persuade that canaille to take it back. Je vous remercie"
" I know what that means. It means, ' I thank you.'
I wish you would teach me French, Monsieur Pantoufle,
you speak it with such elegance."
" Ah ! Monsieur Max, you flatter me."
" Oh, no, Monsieur Pantoufle."
" Ah, yes " said the Frenchman, shrugging his shoul
ders ; " you are ver polite."
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" Not half as polite as you, Monsieur."
"You do me honor," said Monsieur Pantvufle, bowing.
"Oh, I'm but a boy : you are a great traveler," replied
Max with a bow still lower.
" We shall be friends, Monsieur Max," said the delight-
3d fencing master, whose greatest ambition was the rep
utation of a traveled man, who had seen the world. " You
shall come see me we shall fence, we shall play violin
together ; I shall give you lessons in the danca."
" Oh, I already dance tolerably well the minuet I like
the most."
" All the other dance is nothing."
" That is royal, is it not ?"
" His grand majesty Louis XIV. dance nothing else
all his life."
" Indeed !"
" 'Tis true."
" "Well, I can dance the minuet, and I often go to the
convent over there the Sisters of Mercy you know and
dance it with them."
" You dance minuet there ?"
" Oh yes with Miss , but you don't know her,
Monsieur Pantoufle."
" Who ? ah, your amie, Monsieur Max !"
" No, no, but Monsieur Pantoufle, I have just thought
of a project for increasing your number of scholars. You
have a good many, have you not?"
" Yes, yes, and I think the most charming, the most
elegant, is Mademoiselle Nina."
" Thank you, Monsieur. Well my scheme was to intro
duce you into the convent. You know my aunt is Supe
rior."
"Introduce me into the convent?" asked Monsieur
Pantoufle, in astonishment.
" Oh, it is not strictly a convent, far from it. We OB.U
it so for fun. It is a Catfc' 'ic school very strict though.
j T.EATnr.n ANH str.K.
Now, I think, I could prevail on aunt Court.aiidt to let
her scholars take dancing lessons."
Monsieur Pantoufle's face beamed with delight.
" There are forty or fifty," continued Max ; " now say
thirty take lessons."
" Will that many dance, think you ?"
"Ai least oh, at least thirty. Well, thirty at how
much ?"
" Twenty dollar a whole year."
" Thirty at twenty dollars would be would it not,
Monsieur Pantoufle six hundred dollars."
Monsieur Pantoufle stretched out his arms, and em
braced the young man.
" 'Tis magnificent !" he cried.
" Six hundred dollars is a nice sum, Monsieur Pantoufle.
It will buy a heap of things ; ever so much of that nice
hair-powder I see on your toilet, for instance. Let me
see what it is made of, Monsieur Pantoufle."
The Frenchman skipped to the toilet table and brought
the box.
" Oh, what nice perfume there is in it !" cried Max,
taking up in his fingers a portion of the fragrant powder
" 'Tis my Paris receipt, Monsieur Max."
" Oh, how nice. How pleasant it must feel on the head."
" Magnificent !"
" I should like so much to have my head powdered for
once, like those fine gentlemen who pass in their curricles
with their fair topped boots, and silk stockings to the
parties. I should feel like a lord."
" Take take, my young friend."
" No, I would never know how to put it on."
" Rub rub 'tis all."
" I couldn't. Now if some of my friends were only here
to put a little on my head !"
" I will myself, Monsieur Max I am yer good friend
to you."
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" 0, T couldn't think of it, Monsieur Pantoufle !" cried
Max laughing.
" 'Tis nothing sit down."
" Never, never, Monsieur Pantoufle !"
"'Tis no trouble."
"A man of your standing, think, Monsieur Pantoufle!"
" For a friend, Monsieur Max !"
Max sat down with a laugh.
" Well, how can I thank you sufficiently ! Just a little,
Monsieur Pantoufle !"
The Frenchman went through the operation of pow
dering with the ease and celerity of his nation that na
tion which does every thing gracefully, from overturning
a throne to seasoning a sauce.
Max rose from the operation with a delicious feeling
about the coronal region, and snuffing in clouds of deli
cate perfume. It seemed to him that some magical in
fluence had suddenly converted him into a large bouquet,
redolent of a thousand odors.
He looked in the large mirror ; a snow storm seemed to
have descended on his long curling hair, and on his
shoulders.
" 0," cried Max, putting on his hat, " how sweet it
is ! How obliging you are, Monsieur Pantoufle ! How
can I thank you. I never can !"
" 'Tis nothing 'tis nothing," said Monsieur Pantoufle,
politely.
" And now good morning, Monsieur Pantoufle, I must
go to aunt Courtlandt's. I'll remember what I said about
the dancing."
" And so I will," said Max to himself, as he went out,
f< though I did promise only to get my head powdered I"
CHAPTER VII.
HOW MAX VERY NEARLY FOUOHT A DUEL WITH MR. HANS
HUDDLESH1NGLE, ABOUT HIS COAT.
Ab Max Courtlandt passed by Mr. Barlow's door, his
jealous eye fell upon a gentleman who, with his hands
stuck in his pockets, was occupied in gazing intently on
the celebrated coat. Max felt all the jealousy of a lovei
when the heart of his mistress is endeavored to be alien*
ated from him.
On approaching nearer he discovered that this man was
an acquaintance, and no other than the individual who
had been pointed out by his prophetic imagination as the
rival he would probably encounter in his attempt to se
duce into his possession the much coveted coat. In u
word, the gentleman gazing so intently into the window
of Mr. Barlow's establishment, was that red-haired, broad-
shouldered, and red-oheeked young German, Mr. Hans
Huddleshingle.
"Hans," said the young man, touching him on the
shoulder, " what are you looking at there ?"
Mr. Huddleshingle turned round.
" At that coat," he replied.
M That coa1> ah !"
' Well, what is so strange in that V
" Oh, nothing."
" It is a very pretty coat."
"Very!"
* The finest lace I ever saw."
Yes, it is," said Max.
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" I think I should like to have it."
" But you shall not !" cried Max.
" Shall not ? what do you mean ?"
" I mean you shall not have that coat in the window."
" If I want it, I will."
" Try it," said Max, getting angry ; " it is mine, sir,
and you shall not lay your hand on it."
" Hallo !" cried Mr. Barlow, coming out of his shop
" what's all this about quarreling, gentlemen ?"
" I was not," said Mr. Huddleshingle.
"I have no desire to quarrel with any one," said Max,
"but "
" Well, Mr. Huddleshingle, I am ready."
" Where are you going ?" asked Max.
" To the court-house. I am subpenaed in a suit of
Mr. Huddleshingle's, which will be tried to-day, and he
came round for me."
" And he was waiting here "
"Until I had locked my money drawer," replied Mr.
Barlow.
Max burst out laughing.
" Hans," he said, offering his hand, " I beg your pardon
for my rudeness ; but I thought you were bent on depriv
ing me of my coat. Now I have set my heart on having
that coat, and I believe I should fight in mortal combat
for it."
" You were near it," said Mr. Barlow, laughing, while
the young men shook hands Max cordially, Mr. Huddle
shingle phlegmatically ; " but I had promised to keep it
for you, had I not ?"
" Yes, you had. But when a person has but one idea in
his head, he is always doing something foolish. That coat
is my single idea, at preser',."
" It's a good-looking coat but I don't want it," said
Mr. Huddleshingle, " come go with us to the court-house,
and hear Ly ttelton. He is booked for a great speech to
day."
12 LEATHEB AND SILK.
" What the solemn Mr. Lyttelton ?"
" William Lyttelton."
" I'll go ; he looks as wise as an owl. If I can get up
as grave a face, when I get my license, my fortune will
be made."
In five minutes, they reached the court-house.
" Come, here we are," said Mr. Huddleshingle ; "Mr.
Barlow, we'll be ready for you in a little time."
So saying, the young Gen lan "ed the way into the court
bouse.
CHAPTER VIII.
HUTTTER JOHN MYKR3.
MAX, forgetful for the time of his " negotiation," was
about to enter the old ante-revolutionary building ("where
the court-house stands," the act incorporating Martins-
burg says), when a hand was laid on his shoulder, and a
hearty and firm voice uttered the words, "Well, Max.
how is it with you to-day ?"
He who had thus arrested Max, was a tall, gaunt,
powerful man, of a slightly stooping figure, clad in a
hunting shirt, and old weather-beaten slouched hat, orig
inally brown, now of no particular color, but a mixture of
all. Leaning quietly on the railing of the court-house,
he alternately raised and lowered with two fingers, an
enormous rifle the butt of which rested on his Indian
moccasin as if it were but a straw. The hunter for
such he plainly was seemed verging upon sixty ; his
beard was grizzled, his hair already gray. From beneath
his shaggy eyebrows flashed a pair of keen gray eyes ;
and his lips were thin and firm. There was nothing disa
greeable, however, in his face, rather the contrary ; a
quiet, simple smile seemed the natural expression of his
countenance and in the keenness of the eye there was
nothing threatening, though much to show that the owner
had latent in his character something that once aroused
would make him " dangerous."
He held out his hand to the young man, and inclosed
his delicate fingers in hifi iron grasp.
*
S4 LKATIin: A NH slf.K.
" How i* it with you, Max ?" he said.
"ThanU you, sir, I am very well," said Max, respect,
fully, " I hope all are well in Meadow Branch."
" Yes all well," replied the hunter ; " and your uncle
told me to say that you, and Nina, and Barry, might look
to see him in a day or two."
" Oh ! then he will be down to the play !" said Max,
joyfully.
The mountaineer smiled.
" Yes he's nigh done on his farm, and the hands can
get along without him for a time, I recicon. He was
telling me of your and Sally's play though 1 don't know
%s yet what that is."
" It's from Shakspeare, sir "
" Anan ?" said the hunter, inclining his ear.
" It is part of a play from Shakspeare, sir c Romeo
and Juliet.' "
"Ah, you young folks are mightily ahead of us old
people. I've heard tell of Shakspeare, but I never did
see what you call a play."
" But you have seen a great deal of reality if not a
play, sir."
This was said with a modest laugh and some little
jmbarrassment. There were but two or three persons in
existence who were complimented by any diffidence, felt on
the part of Mr. Max Courtlandt in their company; the
old hunter was one of these a man whom Max respected
much. When he ventured on a joke, therefore, Mr. Max,
uttered a profoundly respectful laugh.
" Reality ? Ah, you mean the old times. Well, there
was mighty little play that's true, when Injuns were
about."
" I've heard you tell of thoso times often, sir, when
you used to come over to uncle's, and sit by the fire with
me on your knee; a long, long time ago."
"Yes; I've been getting rid this many a day. We
I/FATHER ANT) SILK. 8ft
old fellows are fond of running on about the old times
gone by so long. They were hard days, and I never
want to see 'em back."
"Oh! but I have wished I lived then, a thousand
times."
"Why?"
" What a splendid, glorious life, so full of joyful ad
ventures !" exclaimed Max, with sparkling eyes.
" Anan ?" said the hunter.
Max blushed.
" I mean, we live so tamely and easily now.'*
The hunter shook his head.
" I remember when that street was covered with thick
pine growth and often and over I've stood on the rock
where that stone house over the bridge is, and seen
nothing but the court-house here, and a few poor cabins.
Is it worse now ? No, no, much better."
" But the adventures you had, sir."
" The adventures were plenty enough you could not
stir without your gun !"
" The Indians, sir ?"
" Injuns, Max blood-thirsty child -killers."
The hunter's eye flashed, and his brown, weather-beaten
face, flushed.
" I have never got over that," he said, " and though
the whole earth is most nigh changed, and there's no
danger, you see my old gun travels about with me like it
used to. But here we are, diggin' into the times gone,
and I don't know even how my Sally is. I've just come
from the valley, and was waiting till her school was out."
" It is nearly time, sir. You will see her coming
down the street soon, toward the run where the girla
play."
" I must go and make her tell me all about the play
you are going to have. I know it's right though, be-
cause neighbor Von Horn said it was."
36 LEATHER AND SILK.
"Oh! sir"
" Why, there is my Sally," the hunter said, with an
expression of quiet pleasure on his old face ; " who's with
her ? my old eyes are getting bad."
" Barry, sir."
" I must see Barry, too Barry's a good boy. Como
Max ; they don't see us."
And they left the court-house just as that legal gentle
man, Mr. Lyttelton, compared by Max to a solemn >wl,
began to shake the walls with his indignant thunder.
CHAPTER 11.
TYPES OF THE PAST ANi> THE PRESENT.
SALLY MYERS was a pretty little girl of twelve, open
and ingenuous in manner, and with the brightest eyes
and cheeks in the world. She and Barry seemed to he
on excellent terms, laughing and talking about a thou
sand things. He carried in his left hand her sachel,
which was empty and destined to receive such flowers
as the autumn days, now fairly come, had spared to the
green banks of the run. His right hand held one of the
child's, which he swung backward and forward as if it
was all for fun a mere unconscious, mechanical act
which it was not.
The child looking round saw her father ; the old hunter
stretched out his arms Barry felt the small hand sud
denly jerked away, and she was in those stalwart arms,
on that broad breast.
Max touched Barry and said laughing :
" Pretty sight isn't it, Barry ?"
Barry blushed, and smiled.
" Why, how well she looks," said the hunter admiring
ly, " cheeks like the roses, and she's really getting fat
here in town ! Did any body ever !"
The child laughed.
"I am so, father !" she said ; " and I don't know what
I'll look like in the play with Mr. Max besides being so
geared !"
" What is it, darling *'
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*' It's Juliet I'm to play, sir. I most know it now, and
Mr. Max showed me, yesterday, how to kill myself."
"Anan?" said the hunter.
" Fm to kill myself, you know, father *in the piece."
" She's to make out she kills herself, sir," said Max,
laughing.
" Yes, sir," said the child ; " I have done it two or three
times now, and I know all my words."
The old hunter shook his head.
" It's mighty strange to me, this playing like you were
in earnest : but I know it's all right, because Jacob Von
Horn says it is. Besides, I'll be there little one, to see
x>u killin' yourself," added the old man, laughing.
Then stooping down, he kissed his little daughter again
the small bright face against the old weather-beaten
crows so long lashed by stormy winds the tender arms
tightly clasped around those brawny shoulders which had
borne the weight of that past discoursed of; that past
more stormy than the stormiest wind ! Here for the
thoughtful eye was truly the young, bright present, full
of peace and joy, clasping the rugged strength hardened
in many stern encounters -of the former time.
" The old man is ill without you, little one, up there in
his valley," said the mountaineer. " I must come and see
you oftener. Now I must go, daughter, to see to my busi
ness. I'll be at the school, though, this evening."
" Come to our house, and we'll send Barry for her, sir ;
or if Barry won't go," said Max, laughing, "I'll go myself
for Miss Juliet."
The old man assented to this, and left them, his gun
under his arm.
"Well, Juliet, we must have a rehearsal," said the
young man ; " get your part \v. II hy ilii^ evening. Have
you your white dress ?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Max!" mi ol
"And that remind n l<-avr you, Juliet)
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though your beauty makes this street a * feasting presence
full of light.' I must go and see my friend, Mrs. Court-
landt, about my dress."
" Oh, ain't you afraid, Mr. Max?"
"Afraid! why?"
" She's such a dreadful person the girls say, you know."
" Do the girls say that ?"
"Yes, sir," said the child, "don't they, Barry? I
wouldn't dare to look at her !"
" She is dreadful," said Max, " a regular old ogress : but
she's my aunt, Sally : I must not abuse her."
And Max leaving the children to finish their stroll in
the direction of Tuscarora brook, took his way toward the
abode of the ogress, Mrs. Oourtlandt.
CHAPTER X.
THE DREADFUL MRS. COURTLANDT.
THE convent, as the young man somewhat incorrectly
called the dwelling of the " Sisters of Mercy," stood
just upon the* brow of the ascent, beyond the arch span
ning the ravine. It was even then an old house, and
was, perhaps, as finely finished in its " woodwork" as any
building in the whole valley of Virginia. The former
possessor was one of those free and joyous spirits who fill
their mansions with gayety and music, and entertain all
the world : welcoming every new comer in the old open-
handed, free, true-hearted style.
In those days the rooms echoed to merry measures,
danced to by merry feet, and merry laughter flowing
from glad merry hearts. Now the Sisters of Mercy a
charitable society of Catholic ladies had possession ; and
though they had a school for girls there, there was little
merriment. Max had called it a convent; he was not
far from the mark, since Mrs. Courtlandt the superior,
had the reputation of being very strict in her ideas of a
superior's duties ; and scarcely ever permitted the young
ladies Protestant and Catholic placed under her care
to receive visitors from the town.
This redoubtable castle, commanded by this terrible
ogress, as Mrs. Courtlandt was reputed to be whether
justly or unjustly we shall see Max was on the point of
taking by assault.
He ran up the steps and gave a thundering knock. A
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neatly dressed servant girl, her face composed into a prim
and grave expression, replied to his summons ; but at
sight of Max this primness disappeared, and the grava
face relaxed into a smile.
" Oh, how set up you looked, when you thought I was
somebody else !" cried Max, gayly.
" Who do you want to see, Mr. Max?" asked the girl,
laughing ; " not "
Max drew himself up.
" Miss Prudence," he said, " I am surprised that you
a staid New England lady should ask me such a ques
tion."
" Oh, I thought"
" Who should I wish to see in this establishment this
convent "
" Certainly nobody, but "
" My much- loved "
" Oh, I knew you were in love with her !" cried Miss
Prudence, giggling.
" In love with her /"
" She's the nicest person here."
" Certainly she is, Prudence."
" The prettiest, too."
"Hum! I don't know"
"J'll tell her that!"
" Tell whom ?"
" Miss Josephine!"
"Josephine Josephine tell her what?"
" That you said somebody else was prettier, Mr. Max."
" Who said any thing about Josephine !"
"You!''
"Me?"
" Certainly."
" Why, I came here to see aunt Courtlandt."
" You said she was the nicest person here j you know
you meant Miss Josephine."
42 LEATHER AND SILK.
"Prudence, you belie your name. Miss Prudence,
your proper designation would be Miss Mischief. I re
quest Miss Prudence, that you will at once tell my re-
apected aunt I have come to see her."
"Your respected aunt is ready to see you," said a
voice from the right-hand room.
" Oh ! Mr. Max," whispered the girl, " she heard every
word I said !"
" Certainly she did," replied Max, coolly.
And leaving Miss Prudence somewhat abashed, he en
tered the apartment where the dreaded Mrs. Courtlandt
waited to receive him.
She was a woman of thirty five or forty, tall, masculine,
and severe in deportment ; but from her black eyes shone
a world of latent good-humor and charity. Mrs. Court
landt was one of those persons whose real characters
are wholly concealed by their outward appearance, an
who consequently have the reputation, with the thought
less and surface-judging world, of being just what they
abhor and are the most removed from. In ordinary soci
ety, she seemed the farthest possible removed from gayety
or cheerfulness in reality, there was not one particle of
sternness in her character. She was cheerful, charitable,
loving ; if her natural gayety, and girlish lightness were
gone, there was good reason for it in that misfortune
which had chilled her heart for years. But with this
our story has nothing whatever to do.
Mrs. Courtlandt was certainly eccentric, however : her
dress, for instance, was sui generis. It consisted of an
upper garment, which bore a striking resemblance to a
man's sack coat ; a very short skirt apparently of broad
cloth ; and on her feet (her enemies who has them not?
whispered), the usual feminine slippers were replaced
by boots ! Perhaps this report had its origin in Mrs.
Courtlandt's fearless mode of riding on her numerous
errands as a Sister of --haps there really was
LEATHER AND SILK. 4&
some foundation for the charge : we shall see. Magnifi.
sent black hair cut short and closely confined by a silken
net of the same color, gave a stately expression to the
face of the lady, whose portrait we have thus made an
attempt to sketch.
"Well, Max," said Mrs. Courtlandt, rising from her
seat, "pray what were you saying to Prudence about
' nice people ?' "
" Oh, aunt," said Max, taking the offered hand with a
mixture of affection and respect, " you heard us, did you?"
" Certainly, the door was open."
" What did you hear ?" continued Max, desiring, like
a cautious diplomatist, to sound the depths of the enemy's
knowledge.
" I heard you say you had come to see the 'nicest per
son in the convent.' "
" That was you, you know, aunt," said Max, laughing.
"Nonsense !"
" Not you ?"
" Decidedly not."
" Who then, aunt ?"
" Josephine Emberton, perhaps."
" Josephine ! oh, aunt, what could put such an idea in
your head ?"
" Were you not talking about her with Prudence just
now ?"
Max had forgotten this small circumstance.
" Why yes, we certainly were, dear aunt I now recol
lect. But you must have heard my reply to Prudence
who, by-the-by, aunt, is a remarkably pleasant young
lady ; I never saw less of the duenna you know the
maids in Spain are called duennas I've been reading a
novel lately, all about that and "
" What a tongue you have, Max ; you talk too much ;
but, after all perhaps it is better that the excess should
te in that than in the other -li
14 LEATHER AND SILK.
" Do you think I shall make a lawyer?"
" I hope so."
" If I could only turn out a credit to the family now,
aunt," said Max, smiling.
" I think you will, Max," his aunt replied, with an al
most affectionate glance at her nephew, " you are a great
rattle-trap, but have very good sense."
" Do you really think so, my dearest aunt you delight
me ; though confidentially speaking, I never have consid
ered myself a perfect dunce."
" When do you apply for your license to practice ?"
" Not for a year still but I am already ' retained'
that is the word with us lawyers, aunt !" said Max ; " I'm
already engaged in a suit though not exactly at law."
" What do you mean ?"
" I'm engaged to defend somebody."
" Who, in the world ?"
"Juliet, aunt I shall have opposed to me, Paris, whom
it is arranged beforehand I shall overcome."
" What an inveterate jester you are ! Well, I have
heard something of this. Come and tell me all about
it in my lecture-room. I wish to try some experiments
while the children are playing in the garden."
And Mrs. Courtlandt with stately gait led the way to
the lecture-room beyond.
CHAPTER XL
MAX KEEPS HIS PROMISE TO MONSIEUR PANTOUFLE.
THE lecture-room was in the rear of the house, and
opened upon a long portico which overlooked a handsome
falling garden full of flowers, of which Mrs. Courtlandt
was very fond, and shaded by tall trees, whose leaves
were just beginning to turn yellow. The lecture-room
was not finished with the extreme beauty of the one they
had just left, where the chisel of some Benvenuto Cellini,
seemed to have shaped the cornices and wainscoting, so
admirably carved were the wreathes of flowers, and deli
cate traceries of drooping vines. Here the modern and
practical seemed to have routed the antique and poetical.
The room was full of electrical machines, Leyden jars,
telescopes, black boards, slates and school-books. On the
benches lay, half-open, "Natural Philosophies,"" Euclids,"
algebras, atlases, and geographies with here and there a
carelessly thrown down sun-bonnet. After traveling with
much dissatisfaction through the most beautiful regions
of the world radiant in blue and yellow the school-girls
had, with the greatest satisfaction, betaken themselves to
an exploration of ground nearer home namely, the yards
and garden of the convent.
Mrs. Courtlandt was devoted to science for its own sake
laborious study and acts of charity absorbed her whole
mind, and time, and interest.
Max looked round on this heterogeneous assemblage of
his school day tormentors, and blest his stars that he was
40 LEATHER AND SILK.
no longer a child, and among his childish tilings had put
away algebras and geographies. Mrs. Courtlandt looker
at the electrical machines as if they were trusty friends
well beloved. She turned a handle, and with a dis
charging rod emptied a jar.
" This is my invention nephew," she said, " see how
rapidly the electricity accumulated."
" I like electricity and geometry, aunt," Max replied,
" and that is nearly all."
" You never would study any thing long enough," she
said, " ah, the young people are growing so frivolous."
" I am not frivolous, aunt."
" You all are."
" Then every thing but science is frivolous."
"I did not mean that you know Max, that I have
never been opposed to harmless diversion."
" * Harmless diversion,' " repeated the young man to
himself, " that seems to me to be the exact description of
dancing and now or never, is my opportunity to keep
my promise to Monsieur Pantoufle. Honor bright!"
" Aunt," said Max, " I don't think you observed how
elegantly my head is powdered did you ?"
" No I observe it now, however."
" Isn't it elegant ?"
Mrs. Courtlandt smiled.
"Yon certainly came to see some of my scholars
most probably Josephine instead of an old woman, lik*
myself."
"Yon an old woman! My dear aunt, you itnow
you"
" No flattery, Max recollect it is thrown away on me ;
how can you be so foolish/'
" I was only going to say \vhat every body says, aunt,
that yen are lovely ; you know 1 think you are, and if I
did wa it to see Josephine, I came to see you to-day in
deed I did. And Mor.3ler Pantoufle powdered rny hair,
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because I said I was coming to see you how obliging in
him !" said Max, laughing.
" Did the dancing-master himself powder your hair ?"
" Monsieur Pantoufle himself."
" Why, you must have given him love-powders ne so
punctilious "
"I gave him something better than love-powders for
his hair-powder, aunt."
" What was that ?"
"I gave him a promise."
" A promise ?"
" Yes, and you know I always keep my promises. I
promised to recommend him to you for a dancing-mas
ter to teach all those charming and graceful young
damsels hopping about out there in the garden how to
lance !"
Mrs. Courtlandt's face assumed a curious expression.
" Monsieur Pantoufle my dancing master /" she said.
" Oh, no not yours, aunt not teach you to dance ;
you dance now, elegantly I have heard, especially the
minuet."
" Well, if I have danced when I was young and giddy,"
said Mrs. Courtlandt, with a sigh, " I do not now."
" But you don't disapprove of it ?"
" No not at all ; you know how often I have played
minuets for yourself and Josephine. I suppose the town
would think I was crazy, if they saw me seated at the
harpsichord playing, while you young folks were courte-
sying and bowing about the room to the music. I will
think of Monsieur Pantoufle's request, and if my scholars
obtain permission from their parents, they shall find no
obstacle in a refusal from their old schoolmistress. I do
not disapprove of dancing, or any other harmless pleasure,
nephew heaven forbid ! young people will be young
people, and if I feel as old as Methuselah, it does not
prove that they must feel so t'io No, no I am very eo-
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centric and odd, I suppose, but I am no enemy to inno
cent enjoyment."
" You are the best and sweetest woman I know in the
whole world, aunt," cried the young man, catching the
dreadful Mrs. Courtlandt in his arms, and saluting her
with an enthusiastic kiss.
At that moment Max heard a subdued "hem !" behind
him. He turned round, and found himself face to face
with Miss Josephine Emberton.
CHAPTER XII.
MAX PROPOSES A BUSINESS ARRANGEMENT TO MISS JOSEPH'
INE EMBERTON.
Miss JOSEPHINE EMBERTON was a small, slender young
lady of fifteen or sixteen, with profuse dark hair, much
like Mrs. Courtlandt's, and brilliant eyes, lips, teeth, and
complexion. In her madcap smile the very essence of
mischief betrayed itself, though at times a most winning
softness was not wanting only the more striking for the
contrast.
" Good-morning, sir," said Miss Josephine, with a mock
bow to the young man ; then to Mrs. Courtlandt, " I just
came in because I was tired jumping the rope, ma'am,"
she said.
" Jumping the rope !" said Max, " is it possible a young
lady as old as yourself jumps the rope!"
" Certainly, sir."
" But you didn't come in for that you heard me in
here ; did you not, now ?"
" No, but I saw you " said Miss Josephine, laughing.
" Kissing his old aunt," said Mrs. Courtlandt, finishing
the sentence with a smile which somewhat disconcerted
Miss Josephine, " but you do not know why he was thank
ing me, I think."
" No, ma'am."
" Because I did not set my face against dancing Mon-
eieur Pantoufle the dancing-master, wishes to give lessom
here," said Mrs. Courtlnndt. moving away.
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" Oh, how delightful it will be !" said Josephine, clasp
ing her hands.
" Would be, Miss Josephine, you . k hould say," Max
replied ; " the thing is not arranged so nicely yet as you
eem to think."
" Pray, what has Mr. Max to do with our dancing,'-
the young girl said, " I suppose it is one of his usual airs."
" My usual airs !" cried Max ; "I have a great deal to
do with it, Miss Josephine. I proposed it to Monsieur
Pantoufle, and aunt has consented to allow you all to
write and ask your respected parents for permission to
take lessons."
" Oh ! so you know Monsieur Pantoufle, Mr. Max ?"
" He is one of my best friends."
" What a big man you are getting !" continued Miss
Josephine, " you are a friend of Monsieur Pantoufle^ -you
are kind enough to do us poor little school-girls a kindness
you are going to play Romeo oh, what a fine gentle
man ! please don't stop speaking to me."
Max received this raillery with great coolness, and
replied : " You might have used the words of Portia, ' I
pray you know me when we meet again,' but that
reminds me, Miss Josephine, of a matter of business.
Don't think rne so disinterested. Lawyers and lawyers
to be too, don't give their time and talents for nothing ; I
hold that to be a cardinal doctrine of our profession "
" Our profession !"
" Don't interrupt me, Miss Josephine I was about to
explain. For my exertions in favor of yourself and your
companions, I ask your assistance in a very perplexing
matter You have mentioned, my dear Miss Josie I beg
pardon Josephine, for you know aunt, who is busy at her
electrical machine yonder, dislikes nicknames "
" So do I."
" How can I get on !" cried Max, impatiently " if
interrupt me whenever I speak."
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"Really!"
* r v ou spoke of my acting, Josie what a tongue 1
have . Miss Josephine, I should say. Now, to act
Romeo it is absolutely necessary I should have a dress M
" Well."
" Dress requires money, Miss Josephine !"
"Money!"
" And the idea which has occurred to me," continued
Max, with a business air, " is for you girls to raise a sub
scription to buy my dress."
" Are you in earnest ?"
" Certainly I am."
The young girl looked doubtfully at her companion.
" Give me a slate and pencil," continued Max, " and
we'll figure it out."
Josephine handed him a slate. He sat down and wrote
on the left hand, " Romeo's Dress" on the right, " Sub
scribers."
" How many girls ?"
" About forty," said Josephine.
" Excellent that is forty subscribers ; but say only
twenty dance that is twenty subscribers."
" Are you in earnest ?" repeated Miss Josephine, bend
ing over him.
" In earnest about what ?" asked Mrs. Courtlandt,
behind them.
Josephine drew back, and the young man said, laugh
ing :
" About subscribing an amount of money, for which I
am negotiating a loan, aunt."
"What do you mean?"
" Only a joke, aunt."
" I might have known that you are always joking.
Josephine," she continued, " go ask Sister Julia if it is
not time to call in school. Goou-oy, nephew ; you must
not stay."
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"That's what you always say, aunt would my face
frighten the girls ? But dear aunt, I have something to
say to you. Please come in here for five minutes."
" Certainly, nephew," said Mrs. Courtlandt, following
him into the front room.
CHAPTER XIII
MAX MORALIZES ON THE VANITY OF FASHIONS W COSTUME
MAX looked at his aunt and sighed, which ceremony
very naturally excited the lady's curiosity.
"Well, nephew," she hegan, "what have you to say
to me ? make haste : school will be called in, and I hear
Sister Julia and Sister Martha coming down stairs. What
did you want?"
Max's eye wandered mournfully over his aunt's figure,
and endeavored to ascertain whether report had rightly
charged her with wearing boots. Then he heaved a
second sigh.
"Well, what are you thinking about," asked Mrs. Court-
landt, patiently folding her hands.
" I was thinking, my dear aunt," replied her nephew,
"of the importance the world attaches to the outward
appearance of things. At the moment you spoke, I was
reflecting upon the peculiar costume you have adopted
no doubt with good reason and of the great number of
invidious observations I had heard about it, from some
of the most charitable persons of my acquaintance."
"About my dress?" asked Mrs. Courtlandt, "who
pray ? have I not a right to dress as seems best to my
self?"
" Certainly, my dear aunt, and that is precisely what
I have often had occasion to say. Yon undoubtedly have
that right, and yet I believe you have personally offended
some most excellent persons by not dressing as they think
you should dress indeed I know you have."
04 LEATHER AND SILK.
" Offended, did you say, nephew T'
" Yes, yes, aunt."
" Why, what is offensive in my costume ?" continued
Mrs. Courtlanilt, looking at herself.
" There it is, aunt nothing at all. Even if you do
wear boots I have often said are boots unfeminine, are
Hoots improper ?"
Mrs. Courtlandt held out her foot : it was cased in a
good, substantial covering, something between a gaiter
and a boot, but with this peculiarity, that the upper leath
er was thin and pliant and fell down, so to speak in folds.
" There is my foot," said Mrs. Courtlandt, stoutly,
" judge if I wear boots, nephew."
" I really do not know what to call that, aunt " said
Max, conceiving at the very moment a nefarious inten
tion in the depths of his heart.
" It is a shoe I have worn for years, to prevent the stir
rup from rubbing my ankle," said Mrs. Courtlandt calm
ly, " and I shall wear it as long as J think it my duty
to ride about and visit the sick : consulting no one on
the subject but myself. But now Max, tell me what
all your moralizing about the importance of costume
and boots and people's opinions signifies. Pray
make haste I must go very soon to my duties."
" That train of thought was suggested to me, dear
aunt," replied the young man, sighing, " by my engage
ment to appear as Romeo on Thursday."
" How is that ?"
" Romeo was an Italian, was he not, aunt ?"
"Why certainly, the scene lies in Verona but what
connection "
" I know what you would ask, aunt," interrupted
Max, "how does this connect itself with costume."
' Well how does it?"
" If Romeo lived in Italy, he dressed differently from
Americans, did he not, aunt ?M
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" Certainly."
" And I am to act Romeo you know that, dear aunt?'*
Yes what next?"
" Well, now, I doubt if I should properly represent the
character in this brown sack coat, and the rest of my
dress."
" You could not have you not prepared your dre^ ?
Mrs. 's exhibition is next week, you know/
Max heaved a deep sigh.
" I know it, aunt but I have no dress ; the coat is the
great difficulty. There is a coat up at Barlow's, which
answers to perfection. I must have that coat, aunt !
you can't imagine how I have set my heart upon that
coat. Oh, I should make such conquests I know the
sex, well, very well "
" The sex ! what do you mean ?"
" The female sex the gentler, tender, more romantic
sex. They all judge from outward appearances, my dear
aunt I know the effect a charming coat like that will
have upon them "
" I arn of the ' sex' you libel."
"You! oh, no; you are above them much, aunt, a
thousand times superior to them. I do not covet the
coat for such as you but the young maidens. But after
all, the price is fifteen dollars," added Max, mournfully.
"Aunt, I want fifteen dollars."
Mrs. Courtlandt rose. " Is that what you have been
coming to all this time ?"
" Yes, yes, my dearest aunt. I was embarrassed like
an unfortunate borrower, I did not know how to bring
out my want at once, and say I had come for it. But
I did come for it ; your affectionate nephew humbly
requests a donation of this coat from his beloved aunt."
"Well, his beloved aunt will give it to him," said Mrs.
Courtlandt, " and you shall pay me out of your first fee ;
recollect it is a debt of honor, nephew you can give me
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no security," continued the lady, taking the fifteen dol*
lars from her purse.
" I think I shall kiss you again, aunt," said Max,
" how good you are to me !"
Perhaps Max would have carried this threat into
effect but at the moment when he moved toward Mrs
Courtlandt, the mischievous face of Miss Josephine ap
peared in the framework of the door.
" Miss Julia is ready, ma'am," she said to Mrs. Court
landt.
" Good morning, nephew," said Mrs. Courtlandt,
" come again soon." And passing by the young girl, who
made way for her, she left the room.
Josephine lingered a moment.
" Shall we really have the subscription ?" she asked
dubiously.
Max drew himself up.
"I am surprised, Josephine, at your asking such a ques
tion," he said.
" Surprised indeed !"
" My dear Josephine," said the young man, taking
from his breast a small locket, "do you see this ?"
"Yes some of my hair; I wish I had never let you
coax it from me. Give it back to me !"
" I prefer not ; I attach to it an interest far too tender
And you could you suppose that after receiving from
that fair hand, this beautiful lock of hair as a pledge of
your affection, I could descend so low as to accept money
from you, Josephine ? Never ! never !"
And having uttered this dignified speech Mr. Max
Courtlandt made a profoundly respectful bow to the
young girl and went away merrily jingling in his pocket
the donation of his aunt. He felt all the refined satis
faction of a man who has made a stately and graceful
gpeeoa, and perfo-med at great self sacrifice a most disin
terested action.
CHAPTER XIV.
WILLIAM LYTTELTON ESQ., ATTORNEY AT LAW.
MAX hurried to Mr. Barlow's, and to his inexpressible
satisfaction, found that the magical coat was still unsold.
With the distrust of a man who has set his heart upor
possessing a thing which thing, is open for emulation's
" thousand sons" he had imagined, that the object of hia
desire, might possibly escape him. Might not some
wealthy parvenu, basely taking advantage of his wealth,
have bribed Mr. Barlow by a higher offer than his own?
Might not Monsieur Pantoufle have preferred his prior
claim ? Might not Mr. Barlow's house have been reduced
to ashes, while he was at his aunt's ? As with a distrust-
ful lover, so with Max. Nothing was improbable.
He counted out to Mr. Barlow the fifteen dollars, re
ceived the coat compactly wrapped up, and joyfully took
his way home, there to exhibit his purchase to his cousin.
Nina was sitting in the middle of the room : Max
threw the bundle on a chair and crying, " There it is !"
sprang toward the girl. But he suddenly checked him
self : Nina had a visitor.
This visitor was a tall, solemn-looking man, of twenty-
five or thirty, clad in black, with black hair, black beard,
and black eyes. He seemed to diffuse around him a
pleasant odour of law-books and dusty parchments, and
in the wrinkles around his close shut mouth, the three
tomes of the Novelli might have lam concealed. This
gentleman was no other than that Mr. William Lyttelton,
whose legal tbundei had assailed Max's ears when he left
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the court-house. Mr. Lyttolton was emphatically a man
of business also a very successful and "rising" man,
further, he had been spoken of for Congress which various
circumstances had not operated to his disfavor, wiih the
fair damsels of Martinsburg, who, like many damsels, o/
many other places, then and now, were not averse to what
is called high reputation. Mr. Lyttelton. it is true, waa
solemn, and rather dull ; but he was a man of irreproach
able character; was said to have defended the rights of
more than one widow and orphan, without fee ; and when
aroused was capable of no ordinary display.
What had brought this legal gentleman to see Nina,
Max was completely at a loss to understand ; but he was
Boon enlightened on the subject.
" I will thank you, madam," said Mr. Lyttelton in a
sepulchral voice, after a stiff movement of his head toward
the young man, " to inform your father that I called. It
is absolutely necessary that we should have his deposi
tion."
" He will return in a day or two, sir," said Nina.
" That will do, madam."
" And I will tell him, sir."
" You will oblige me, madam."
Mr. Lyttelton rose.
" I have thought it unnecessary to have a summon?
served upon Mr. Von Horn by the proper officer " he
said:
" 0, that is not necessary sir," broke in Max in a busi
ness tone, " you know it is left entirely to "
" Pardon me for interrupting you, sir," said Mr. Ly ttel
ton with the ghost of a smile, " what you say is very
just."
"I an studying law, Mr. Lyttelton," said Max con-
BequentiaJy " and we of the profession "
" Max, you are detuiuiug Mr. Lyttelton," said Nina
laughing.
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" Oh, not at all," observed that gentleman smiling
and although he had taken his hat, he lingered a moment,
" Hum !" said Mr. Lyttelton, gravely.
Nina smiled politely, as much as to say, " Did you
speak, sir?"
" Hum !" repeated Mr. Lyttelton, looking out of the
window, " we have a very fine day, madam."
And after 'his uncommon observation for Mr. Lyttel
ton, that rigid business man, most extraordinary the
visitor took his leave.
Max burst into a laugh as soon as the door had fairlj
closed.
" What a post that is !" he said.
"A post, indeed ! I wish you had half his mind !"
"What mind has he? Why, for nothing but law
law law "
" And is not that a very valuable sort, Mr. Impudence ?"
"My dear Nina, I would thank you to recollect my
baptismal name of Maximilian, when you do me the hon
or to address me. And I will add that you astonish me
by uttering such sentiments. Is law all that men have
to interest them in this world ? Is a man to sleep, eat,
drink, and play law? Law is a good thing especially
when it is for you in a case an excellent thing; but law
is not the sole thing man was placed upon the earth to
give his thoughts and all to, my dearest Nina."
" I'll thank you to drop that mode of addressing me,
sir."
" Now, observe this Mr. Lyttelton," continued Max
philosophically, " he is a mere lawyer a walking volume
of his namesake old Coke Lyttelton. He has no idea of
any thing but declarations, statutes, pleas, replications,
rejoinders, and sur-rejoinders. The sun does not shine
for him; the birds are a \exatious interruption to his
studies, when bending over his dusty papers he hears
their singing; he does not "eel in his stony heart a*
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emotion of pleasure, even at gazing on your lovely fao,
my dear Nina. There is my quarrel with him ; he is
utterly unsocial business alone is his god miserable
business" said Max, as if the very word were distasteful.
" Unsocial, indeed," said Nina, " I wonder if he did
not say it was fine weather.''
" Do you call that "
" Has he been as polite as that to any other girl in
town?" asked Nina, forgetting completely her train of
argument.
" Why, you are setting your cap at him I" said her
cousin.
Nina laughed, and turned the conversation.
" How in the world did you get your hair powdered,"
she said.
" Monsieur Pantoufle did it I've won my bet, charm
ing Nina."
" On your honor now, Max ?"
" On my honor, madam," said Max, bowing and lay-
ing his hand on his heart.
" Well, you do coax people ! I suppose Monsieur Pan
toufle consented just to get rid of you."
" Not at all, Nina he insisted on it, contrary to my
wishes," said Max, " but it seems to me there was a bet.
A box on the ears against a cap and feather. I've won."
" Your cap is finished look up-stairs in your room on
ihe table. What is in that bundle? I hav'n't asked you."
" Look for yourself," said Max, running up-stairs.
As Nina was opening the bundle, a knock was heard
at the door, and Mr. Hans Huddleshingle entered the
apartment
CHAPTER XV.
JANS HUDDLESHINGLE, ESQ.
" GOOD morning, Miss Nina," said Mr. Huddleshingle,
with a movement of his head, which approached as near
to a bow as this phlegmatic gentleman was capable of
making it, " I was passing by, and thought I would come
in and see you this bright morning."
" It is a very fine day, sir," said Nina, coldly, and
stiffly sitting down, with a glance at Mr. Huddleshingle's
personal adornments, which conveyed plainly to that gen
tleman, the fact that she had seen through his pretense
of coming in incidentally, as he was " passing by."
To explain this conduct a word is necessaiy. Mr. Hud
dleshingle was one of Nina's most devoted admirers and
though his " good estate," and purity of (German) blood,
had made him rather popular with the young ladies of
the quarter, he was not in the least liked by Nina. She
had signified this dislike so often that she began to expe
rience a feeling of resentment at Mr. Huddleshingle's
repeated visits that gentleman having either not per
ceived, or declining to perceive, the light in which his
attentions were regarded.
Her dislike was attributable to the fact, that Mr. Hud-
illeshingle perseveringly monopolized her society at the
social gatherings in the neighborhood, thereby excluding
from her, all the more agreeable beaux who found it diffi
cult to edge in a word while the young German's flood
of phlegmatic commonplace was rolling on ; he was,
moreover, undeniably wearying to a young girl of Nina's
spirit ; in short, Mr. Huddleshingle was what in our
own day, ladies (and other persons), call a bore. Add to
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this, that her father had remonstrated with her for treat
ing him so contemptuously, and the reasons for Nina's
'islike of her visitor will be completely understood.
" It is a very fir" Jay," said Mr. Huddleshingle, "and
] have been up at the court-house all the morning attend-
ing to a case I have there, which I think, is the most
barefaced claim against me I ever saw. I'll tell you
how it commenced "
" I never could understand legal point?, sir," said Nina,
impatiently.
" But this is very plain. It began with "
" Mr. Huddleshingle, I have a headache to-day ; 1
hope yon will excuse me if I leave you. I will send
Max down to entertain you I am so stupid, I could not."
" If you have a headache I will not stay," said Mr.
Huddleshingle, somewhat irate at the young girl's man
ner, I suppose that wise-looking Mr. Lyttelton, who
went 1 *ay as I came up, gave it to you."
" No, sir he did not."
" He's enough to give any one the headache."
" I see nothing in Mr. Lyttelton to produce such an
effect, sir."
' Well, I'll go, Miss Nina, I see you have had a very
agreeable visitor this Mr. Lyttelton, and can't bear me
after him. Good-morning."
" Good-morning, sir," said Nina, with contemptuous
indifference. Mr. Huddleshingle left the room with
wrath in his heart.
" I am glad Max was not here," said Nina to herself,
when her visitor had disappeared. " He would have
challenged Mr. Huddleshingle on the spot," she added,
laughing. " Oh, what a tiresome, disagreeable person
that is. On my word, I will not speak to him hereafter
no, that would offend father. I suppose I must."
And Nina returned to the bundle, as Max came out of
his room, waving the new cap and shouting, "What a
glorious, splendid feather !"
CHAPTER XVI.
MORE DIPLOMACY, AND HOW IT RESULTED.
THE young man entered in triumph, his long curling
locks surmounted by a handsome velvet cap, from which
floated a magnificent black feather.
" Nina," said he, " you are a peerless woman ; I could
not have desired a more beautiful cap than this. Ho\v
did you manage to get it ready so soon?"
" I had the velvet and all."
" And the feather ? But I see it is from your riding
hat. And then this jewel ! who would imagine it was
your bracelet !"
" You seem to like the cap ?"
" Like it ! I am delighted with it ! nothing could be
more beautiful except, indeed, my coat there."
" I have not got it out this cord will never come un
tied."
" Break it there !" cried Max, snapping the string
and pulling out the richly finished coat, "did you ever
see any thing more beautiful ?"
" It is very pretty where did you get it?"
"Ah, thereby hangs a tale," said Max, facetiously, "I
have been unremittingly engaged in pursuit of that coat
since I left you this morning. That garment, my dear
Nina, is the reward of the highest generalship. It would
be a long story but it is worth the trouble I expended
upon it."
" Well, I don't know how you could have come by t
honestly?"
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" Oh, perfectly, Nina I have, I believe, never robbed
any thing but orchards ; and I am inclined to think the
owner, had I filched it, would identify his property next
Thursday, since every body in town will be there. What
lovely cuffs !"
" Very pretty try it on."
Max drew himself up.
" Before you, madam I disrobe before a lady ?"
" Oh ! you don't think of ' disrobing before a lady,'
when you want me to mend your coat for you."
" That was in rny boyish days, my dear Nina when 1
was young and knew no better, Miss Von Horn ; it would
not be proper for me to sacrifice my dignity so wholly in
presence of the lady who is to be my wife."
" Your wife, indeed the wife of a boy like you !"
" That is just what I said to a friend of mine the other
day"
" What did you say ?"
" He advised me to court you."
"Well, sir!"
"And I replied, as you have replied to me, ' What !
Tourt a girl like that!'"
" I wonder, Mr. Max, if girls are not women two years
before boys are men. You are eighteen, and though I
am seventeen I am a year your senior."
" True, true, I had forgotten that," returned Max, " it
is undeniably true; in fact I have always said so."
-nid what?"
" That the female character matures sooner than that
I the lords the lords of creation."
' Pray, where did you get your fine ideas, Mr. Philoso
pher?" "
"Experience, all experience, my dear Nina; I really
lender at times on these mysterious matters so deeply,
iii.it I feel at least sixty- five and look in the glass to see
if J am not turning gray. You girls are like flowers
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we men," continued Max, with easy nonchalance, " are
like trees. Long before we have arrived at our full de
velopment, the young ladies who were the delight of our
youthful hours, who played with us mere children a
few years back, these ladies like so many lovely flowers
have budded and bloomed, and fallen from the stem into
some outstretched arms ; and we we are alone. A sad
world, my Nina !"
"I have not ' fallen from the stem' if I am your senior."
" My senior ? Oh, then if you are really such an old
woman as that, I'll try on the coat, though I know I am
committing an impropriety. There, what do you think
of it ? coat, cap, and "
" Bells you should get the bells now. But it really
is a very handsome dress. Where in the world did you
get it ?"
" It was made for Monsieur Pantoufle," said Max, pre
varicating, " but Barlow sold it to me."
"With Monsieur Pantoufle's consent?"
" Oh, he thanked me for buying it. But I'll tell you
how funnily Monsieur Pantoufle acted some other time.
Now, my dear Nina, I have a serious proposal to make
you ; I am no longer in a jesting humor, for a great inter
est is at stake. You must act, too."
" I won't ! what part could I take ? I suppose after
choosing little Sally Myers for your Juliet, you would
have me to play some inferior character."
" No, my dear Nina no, no ! At one time it had
occurred to me that you would make a charming Paris,
but I abandoned that idea at once you are too feminine,
too gentle, you want spirit to ape a ' merry gentleman.' "
Nina seemed to be somewhat doubtful whether to take
this as a compliment or a satire. Max continued.
" No, I had no intention of proposing to you a charac
ter in Romeo and Juliet, where, as you say, little Sally
Myers already fills the chief female part; you should
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not, by-thft-by, deride my choice of h r, my Nina, for you
know what strange stories are told of her mimieini: |>\v-
ers, even in the nursery. That induct-. 1 me to select her ;
and, I assure you, nothing is more wonderful than the hiuh
dramatic talent the child conceals under her infantile man
ner. But I wander from the subject."
" Is that unusual ?"
" No, Nina, I confess it 'tis not. But I will proceed
to what I was about to say. 1'he play of Romeo and Juliei
is, you know, a tragedy."
Nina tossed her head.
"You think no one but yourself has read Shakspeare,
I suppose?"
" No, no but you interrupt me. I was going on to
say, that when tragedies are performed, there is always
another piece afterward ; you know I have seen the
actors in Philadelphia."
Well, sir."
" Now, I want you to act an after-piece."
" I won't."
"Now, Nina!" said Max coaxingly, "it will go off so
much better. I shall produce a dreadful effect on the
audience with the poison, and vaults, and daggers, and
all that they will go home frightened, Nina. The after
piece ! the after-piece !"
" I will not."
Max sat down dejected.
" Well, I suppose I must abandon it," he said, sighing,
" but I had set my heart on it."
" It is not necessary."
"No, no,*' said Max, mournfully, "but I coulc bear
the disappointment but for one thing."
"What is that?"
"Your refusing me a trifle like that, Nina and I
ready to die for you"
" What could I act. in the name of goodness ?"
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"Nothing, nothing that is to say, any thing, every
thing with your genius. But let us dismiss the subject,
Nina," said Max, much dejected.
" Max, you are the most ridiculous person in the
world," said Nina, "what are you sighing so for?"
" Was I sighing ?" asked Max, sadly, " I did feel some
disappointment."
" At what my refusal ?"
" Oh, don't let us return to the subject; I have annoy
ed you too much already, Nina."
" Who said you had annoyed me ; did I ?"
" No, but I must have done so."
" Why ?"
" You seemed so much opposed to what I said but I
know I was wrong. Excuse my troubling you, Nina."
Nina reflected a moment, then said, " What's the use
jf an after-piece ?"
"None none at all."
" What would it be ?"
" A little comedy with two or three players, taking in
all not more than fifteen minutes ; but let me drop the
subject, it is disagreeable to you."
" I think I might change my mind, Max, if the piece
was what I would like."
"Would you?" cried Max, brightening up ; "oh! Nina,
you shall choose just what you want from all the play-
books I can borrow. There is plenty of time between
this and Thursday, is there not?"
" Plenty."
" Then any dress will do. w
" I can fix all that."
" Nina, you are the dearest, sweetest girl in the uni
verse !" cried Max, waltzing her round the room ; in the
course of which proceeding, he came with a whirl up
against that sable matron, aunt Jenny, who just then
tntered with a pile of dishes.
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"Have done. Max!" crit-d Nina, flushed with th*
rapid evolution * there ! you liked to have thrown
down all the tiling.* ; and then, sir, you should have had
no dinner."
"I'm plu'l 1 ili-l not," said Max, "for I am getting
very hungry. <'"mo, Nina if there is any one place
where you run-j i uously shine, it is at the foot of the
table." *
" Y<n at tin- lii-iul, I suppose."
; 'lid the husband's pace, my Nina."
CHAPTER XVII.
FATHER VON HORN.
AT NIGHT the whole household were gathered round the
fire-place in father Von Horn's great dining-room. In
that large fire-place, between the handirons which raised
their grotesquely-carved heads like towers, a bundle of
twigs and pine splinters, dispelled with their cheerful
blaze, and warmth, and merry crackling, the gloom, the
chill, and the silence of the long autumn evening.
Hunter John Myers was there with his little daughter,
and the rough old face, was such a pleasant face, as he
held on his broad breast the bright head of the child !
The red fire light streamed upon them, and enveloped
them in that soft, rosy light, which filtrates through the
evening clouds of August ; the small form of the child
rested calmly and confidingly in those rugged arms she
seemed to have flown to that honest heart for refuge, and
finding it, to be content. They might have been taken
for some old Italian picture for they did not move,
3xcept when the hunter's hand gently smoothed the soft
silken hair, or the small arms clung closer around his
shoulder.
Nina was sitting busily occupied with her needlework,
and Barry, in a corner, was closely engaged at an obstinate
problem in arithmetic. Max was nowhere to be se( 11-
"Father," said little Sally, looking up with her lV;in\-,
tender eyes, " I was just thinking how I should likt; to
sec an Indian you know you used to tell u^ so many
70 LEATHER AND SILK.
stories about them. Were they so bad, and were tney
ugly?"
The hunter laughed.
" The ugliest varmints to be seen on a summer day,
daughter," he said, "and I've seen enough of 'em to
know. Many's the time I have fought with them out on
the border "
" That was a long, long time ago, wasn't i>, fa
ther ? None of them ever came to Meadow Branch, you
know."
" They've melted away off to the West this many a day,
daughter ; but what put the Injuns in your head ?"
" I was just thinking about them so, father. Was there
ever any Indians here in Martinsburg."
" Plenty, plenty, and 1 could tell you many stories
about their doings when I was a boy. Old Courtlandt
the tall, up there" the hunter pointed to a portrait hang
ing over the fire-place " and me, went out often in the
woods here when I was a boy, and many a narrow escape
we had. He was a brave man, and that's the face for all
the world."
" Don't you think it's like Barry, father ?"
44 Why, now I come to look at it good, there is the very
same look out of the eyes."
Barry, hearing his name called, turned round.
44 Why, Barry's Courtlandt Von Horn all over again,"
he cried, " just like what he was ! Ah, Barry, you have
an easier time now than we did in the old days. Then
it was all fighting now it's all playing."
** Do you mean our play acting, father ?" asked tho
child.
44 No, daughter," said the hunter, " I mean every thing
is softer, and pleasanter, and easier now. Why, in the
old time there was not a r -ad to be seen any where, and
now you have a regular stage r-> t!; \vatrr; and yon
have your letters; !<,! *he hunter, laugb-
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ing, " I should like some body to write me a letter, though
I just can read."
" Could he read ?" asked the child, pointing to the por
trait.
" Not a word," said the hunter.
" But Barry can, father ; he ain't like him in that."
" Barry is all the better for it, daughter. Ah, all you
young folks have great privileges ; you ought to thank
Providence for 'em. Providence has done much for you,
and I'm in hopes to see schools all over the land yet."
" We have enough in Martinsburg, sir," said Nina,
" and we have more yet. We have a real Paris dancing-
master, Monsieur Pantoufle. And that reminds me that
he has not been to give me my music lesson to-day."
As she was speaking a knock was heard at the door,
and Barry going to open it, the very gentleman in ques
tion was ushered in.
Monsieur Pantoufle, with his cocked hat pressed upon his
heart, and his head gently turned over his right shoulder,
saluted the company with a profound bow.
" Mademoiselle Nina," he said, with a most amiable
smile, " I have great happiness in seeing you look so
charming, so fresh. Monsieur," he added, to the hunter,
" I am rejoice to see you."
Room was made for Monsieur Pantoufle ; and little Sally
was about to slide into her corner, but her father held her
tight.
" The little thing is coming to be a real fine lady,"
said the hunter, smiling tenderly on her, " Mr. Pantoufle
won't mind your sitting on your old father's knee, child."
"A beautiful sight," said Monsieur Pantoufle, with a
sad smile, and something like a sigh, " I love the young
people much, helas ! very much !"
" You did not bring me that pretty minuet you prom
ised me, Monsieur Pantoufle." said Nina, 'you promised
it to-day."
J2 l.KAIIIKU AM. MI.K.
"Oh, pardon Ma'mselle," replied the gentleman, smil
ing and shrugging his shoulders, " I was so engage to-day."
" Very busy, sir ?"
" Ah yes, Monsieur Max, your cousin, Ma'mselle, has
made me fence you comprehend, with a word all the
day."
" Oh, I understand"
" Ma'mselle said?"
" It is for his play."
" His play ah yes ; he act Romeo, is it not so ?"
" Yes, sir and there is Juliet," said Nina, laughingly
pointing to the child.
" What a charming Juliet ! I think I have never seen
more charming Juliet/'
Little Sally blushed.
" I am to act too, sir," said Nina.
" Oh, are you ?" cried the child.
" Yes, dear, after you, you know."
" Oh, I'm so glad !"
Barry raised his head, listening attentively
" What's the matter, Barry ?" asked Nina.
" I thought I heard Burt's footstep, cousin Nina."
" Father ! could it be father !" cried Nina, jumping up.
She ran to the door, and opening it was received into
two stalwart arms, and saluted by a hearty and loud
Rounding kiss ; at the same moment a cheerful voice
uttered the words :
" Well, good people !"
Father Von Horn, who now entered, was a bluff old
gentleman of decidedly Dutch figure, about the same age
as hunter John Myers. There was no similarity, how-
ever, between these two men. Hunter John was com
pletely English, Virginian, in the character of his person
father Von Horn was as wholly Teutonic. His face
was broad and red, his person corpulent, his voice gur,-
tural, and suitable for the difficult iclCs and diphthongs of
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Fatherland. There was great dignity, however, united
with this bluff person and no gentleman in the land
was more refined, or better bred, than Jacob Yon Horn.
Opulent in his circumstances, and with a clear, just
mind, studiously cultivated by the best English and
German literature, it was impossible to class him with
those illiterate, and narrow-minded representatives of his
nation so often met with. Father Von Horn was a good
German gentleman, and no one had ever beei* ten min
utes in his company, without ascertaining as much. If
we add, that the old man was a warm admirer of every
thing German, and inherited all the superstition of his
sturdy mountain ancestry, this sketch of him will be
sufficient for the moment.
Hunter John grasped the old man's hand with friendly
warmth.
" Well, you got through soon, neighbor," said tho
hunter.
" Yes, neighbor Myers, I wanted to get down and see
you all. "Where's Max?"
44 Out visiting somebody, father," said Nina, taking his
hat and gloves.
Ah, the dog! he'll never stay at home and study.
Wasn't Barry there just now ?"
" He's gone to see that Burt is attended to, father."
" Good boy ! Well, Mr. Pantoufle, I'm pleased to see
you ; I hope your music gets on, Nina."
And father Von Horn seemed as much pleased, and as
greatly bent on asking questions, as if he had been absent
a year instead of a fortnight.
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CHAPTER XVIII
THE RED BOOK.
AND now who should come in, clad in his visiting tnit,
and showing on his stolid countenance no trucje of the
morning quarrel with Nina, but Mr. Hans Huddleshingle!
" Ah, Hans ! I am glad to see you," cried father Von
Horn, grasping him heartily by the hand. " Sit down !
Nina, don't trouble yourself so much I am not hungry."
For Nina was very busily engaged preparing supper for
her father ; so busily indeed that she had scarcely found
time to greet Mr. Huddleshingle with a distant bow.
Soon the table was set, and a substantial meal spread
upon it to which father Von Horn, despite his assurance
of a want of appetite, did appropriate honor.
"Ah, Nina," said the oid man, with his mouth full,
" there you are, behind the cups and saucers, like a veri
table matron. Some day you will marry and leave your
old father that will be a bad day for him : he will not
know what to do without you."
" I never intend to marry, sir."
" Never marry !"
"No, indeed," said Nina, smilingly, twisting a curl
around her finger.
"Not marry!" repeated father Von Horn, "not be in
the Red Book ?"
"It never shall be opened for me. I'm sure grand-
father Courtlandt up there, would stop any such thing :
we should see his ghost," rrplir.l the young girl, laughing.
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Father Von Horn's face became serious.
" Don't jest about such things daughter," said he, ' 1
pray you do not."
" Livre rouge? ah, what is that?" asked M. Pan-
toufle, with a polite smile.
"It is our family record, Mr. lantoufle," father Von
Horn replied "i^ it are written ali the marriages of th<#
family : it contains jur genealogical tree, on both sides of
the house, far back into the past."
"Possible!" ejaculated M. Pantcufle, "but, Ma'm-
Belle Nina, you speak of a ghost, is it not so? what is
that?"
" Father will tell you, sir."
M. Pantoufle turned to the old man, with a courteous
look of inquiry.
" Nina was speaking of one of the traditions of our
family, sir," said father Von Horn, very gravely ; " it is
this. When a marriage is about to take place among us,
which is likely to be unlucky, or unfortunate, for some
reason we know naught of, our ancestors "
Father Von Horn paused.
Mr. Huddleshingle bent forward, listening.
" The ancestors they " said M. Pantoufle, inquir
ingly.
" Well, I see no harm in telling any one. The dead
men haunt their graves, and so forbid it. Let any ona
disregard that warning ! Ruin and sorrow, fall upon their
roofs !"
Hunter John, listened to these words with gloomy in
terest.
" I have known that thing to happen to German fami
lies," said he, in a low tone, and very thoughtfully.
A dead silence followed these words : father Von He rn
rose from the table.
"Come neighbors!" he sii-1, " let ns not talk on such
subjects : they are not ch-i ;' Friend Hans, what are
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yrn thinking of- come, a penny for your thoughts, as the
childien say !"
"Nothing, nothing," said Mr. Huddleshingle, .c great
confusion.
" Weil : now daughter Sal./ what are you thinking
of?" asked the old man of the little girl, " I am sure, ol
your play, daughter. What a pretty Juliet ^he will
make, neighbor Myers."
" They said something about her killing herself, neigh-
bor," observed the hunter, looking fondly at the small,
smiling face, " what is it?"
" That's a part of the play but it's all pretense. It is
oice fun, isn't it, Sally ?"
" Oh, yes, sir I know how to kill myself very well
QOW. Mr. Max, has shown me how."
"What a wild dog that Max is," said the old man,
M the idea of his selecting you : why not take Nina 9 "
" I shall act too, father."
" You !"
" Yes in the other piece."
" Oh, I'm so glad," cried little Sally, " I didn't much
like, to be alone."
" Hans," said father Von Horn, couldn't you appear
too with Nina, say ?"
" If Miss Nina says so, sir."
" Max arranges every thing," said Nina, " Mr. Hud
dleshingle must not apply to me." And Nina devoutly
resolved, that Max should have his orders to exclude Mr.
Hans, that very evening.
" Well, well," replied her father, " we'll have all ar
ranged, no doubt, just as it should be. Neighbor Myers,
you don't leave Martinsburg before it?"
" No, no," said hunter John, " I must be there to have
my eyes on the little bird here. I'm most nigh afraid
he's going to kill herself in earnest."
" Never fear well, you shall come and stay with u.
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No refusal ! we can make you more comfortable here,
than you are at the " Globe." I'll see to Elkhorn in the
morning. The house is big enough."
And so with familiar talk, the old man beguiled the
time, until the visitors, one by one, took their leave:
M. Pantoufle bowing, smiling, and retreating scientific
ally backward: Mr. Huddleshingle in unwonted abstrac
tion : hunter John, with his eyes fixed with a last tender
look on his little daughter, who ran and put her arms
round his neck, to have another kiss. It had been arran
ged, that the child should stay for the night, with Nina ;
with whom sh? was a favorite.
CHAPTER XIX,
MAX DREAMS OF BOOTS, AND YIELDS TO THE TEMFTEI,
" WHAT a dream I have had," said Mr. Max Courtlandt,
waking with a laugh, two or three days after the scene
in the last chapter. " I thought I was in a universe of
boots, a chaos of all imaginable styles of boots. Certain
ly," he added, "there was some sense in dreaming about
them, since having attained all the other articles for my
dress, the coat, the cap, the feather, the waistcoat, the
' silken hose,' as the nice folks call them, and the sword
there now remains but a single thing to find. That
is my boots," continued Max, thoughtfully. " Boots !
what are boots that I should be so overcome by the
dreadful idea ; that I should dream of them, that they
should fill my nightly thoughts, and waking dreams ?"
Max sprung up and dressed ; this operation somewhat
interrupted the train of his reflections. But, standing
before the glass, contemplating the effect of the Romeo
cap, which he had placed gracefully on his head, the
subject which had tormented him in slumber, returned in
all its original strength.
" Boots are not difficult to find," he mused, " many
persons have boots I had a pair myself once, and only
discarded them, because, being unable to afford fair top-
boots, I would not be content to put up with ordinary
ones. Could I not buy a pair ? No, I have no money.
Could I not borrow them from some one ? No, why should
I, from modesty, conceal the fact, that my foot is a most
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elegant, and slender foot in fact an exceedingly aristo
cratic foot : a real woman's foot, which no doubt arises
from my purity of blood. What shall I do? I can not
borrow no one has a pair small enough. I can not buy,
for my money is all gone, and I will not ask uncle for
any more, or aunt Courtlandt either.
'' Aunt Courtlandt !" soliloquized the young man, " what
idea was that which occurred to me the other day at the
convent? an improper idea, in its nature felonious and
criminal ! Shall I ask for them? and be refused ? No I
must not. Shall I no that is wrong. But let me re
flect. In this singular world many persons can well do
without what they, nevertheless, set great store by, think
ing the thing wholly indispensable. Were they asked to
part with it they would refuse : were they deprived cf
it, little inconvenience would result. Let me see then.
What would be the consequence if I yielded to this tempt
ation to which I foresee, I shall wholly yield ? Why a
night's inconvenience at the most.
"Shall I then?" asked Max of himself in the glass.
That individual smiled : the very cap-feather seemed to
laugh an approval.
" I'll do it !" said Max, resolutely ; " faint heart never
won ought yet. Let's see for means. Oh, mischief, thou
art swift." And murmuring these words our hero de-
scended to breakfast.
CHAPTER XX.
MRS. COURTLANDT PLAYS A MINUET FOR THE YOUNG PECPLE,
AND WHAT ENSUED.
MRS. COURTLANDT was in her lecture-room, engaged as
usual in trying experiments with her apparatus, when
Prudence informed her that her nephew was in the
parlor.
"Come in, nephew," said the lady's voice, "you need
not stand on ceremony."
Max entered.
" Oh, good-evening, aunt," he said, " I knew I should
find you unemployed. School-hours are the busy ones
are they not?"
" Yes, I receive no visitors in school-hours."
" How are you to-day."
"Very well except that I am much fatigued from
riding over to see a sick family on the Opequon."
" Aunt you are very good. Why don't you make some
of your scholars go for you, and carry the medicine."
" I prefer going myself."
" Besides, I ought to have reflected that they are all too
wild and thoughtless."
" No, not all of them."
" Still, a great many are : Josephine my particular
friend, you know, aunt Josephine is as wild as a deer."
" Indeed you mistake, nephew. She has a great flow of
spirits, but is as good a little creature, and as obedient as
possible. She loves me, I believe, most sincerely."
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Who does not ?"
" Come nephew, there goes your tongue again. Your
tongue, and your feet, seem made to be constantly in
motion."
" I do talk too much, aunt," said Max, " but exercise,
walking, and all that, is good for one, you know."
" Dancing, you think too ?"
" Oh yes, dancing ! and that reminds me how I long
for a little dance. It does seem to me, thai I can not get
any one, to dance with me. I was at Mrs. 's last
night, and none of the girls Oh ! but aunt !" cried Max,
breaking off, "the place to play in is changed. Just
think : Mrs. , says her parlor is not large enough,
and she is going to have the examination and exhibition
and all, at the " G-lobe."
" Mr. Gaither's ?"
"Yes, yes, in the big dining-room. A platform is to
be erected, and all."
" Well, it is a better place much."
" So I think but imagine, my respected aunt, what
an honor it is for your unworthy nephew, to play Shaks-
peare in the Globe"
"Why?"
" Why, it was the Globe you know, where Shakspeare
himself acted."
" From which you conclude, I suppose," said Mrs.
Courtlandt, " that you are another Shakspeare ?"
" Who knows ?" said Max, audaciously.
This reply of her nephew actually brought a smile
from Mrs. Courtlandt : in the midst of which Miss
Josephine Emberton made her appearance at the door.
" May I come in, ma'am ?" asked Josephine.
*' Yes, Josephine ; there is no one here but my nephew."
" Whom she came to see," added Max.
" Indeed I didn't," said the girl, " yoij always think ]
come to see you."
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12 LEATHER AND SILK.
""Well, Miss Josephine," said Max, "we will not qnar-
rel" (indeed, it was necessary, as the reader will perceive
that he should remain on the very best terms with Misa
Josephine), " we will not quarrel about that. I know if
you were any where, I should, for that very reason go
thither ; there, does that satisfy you. Come, let us have
a minuet. I know my well-beloved aunt will play for us."
Josephine with longing eyes turned to Mrs. Courtlandt
She was passionately fond of dancing, especially of the
minuet. Mrs. Courtlandt hesitated.
" Do come and play for us, most respected of your
sex," said Max, " Josephine, or Miss Josephine dances so
nicely ; the harpsichord will do."
" And I would rather have you to play for us, ma'am,
than any body in the world," said Josephine, sincerely.
This gained over the outwardly austere, but really
yielding, Mrs. Courtlandt.
" Well, children, come," she said, " you two would per-
buade any body."
Max relented from his purpose, and half crushed a small
object in his pocket.
" I do repent me," murmured he, dejectedly. But at
that moment he caught sight of the magical boots on his
aunt's feet, as she slightly lifted her skirt to ascend the
utep leading to the parlor. This spectacle completely
overturned all our hero's good resolutions ; overcome
again by the temptation, there was now no longer any
room for repentance.
Mrs. Courtlandt took her seat at the harpsichord and
commenced a minuet. Max advanced to the spot where
Josephine with a stately air had taken her seat too, and
with one hand on his heart bowed low, and requested the
honor of treading a measure with her. To which the
young girl, smothering a laugh, with stately condescen
sion, and a ceremonious " with pleasure, sir !" consented,
giving him her hand.
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Then commenced that royal dan^e, which we in our
day laugh at calling it "stiff," and " odd," and "ridic
ulous." Young ladies now wonder at the very idea of
the minuet, comparing its stately measured motion, with
the fast- whirling waltz and polka ; and young gentlemen
make very merry over it to their fair partners, held in
the pleasant close embrace, of the said waltz or polka.
Our grandmothers unhappy beings knew nothing ri
the polka, and would have positively objected to having
around their waists some perfect stranger's arm. In
modern parlance, those old folks were "slow" and the
minuet, being a slow dance, most probably suited them
on that account.
Max and Josephine danced well. They were both
naturally graceful, and had practiced much. His bows
were very elegant, and full of chivalric and profound
respect ; her courtesies (each fair hand holding up her
skirt, stretched gracefully to its full width), replete with
winning grace, and, as Max inwardly decided, the very
poetry of motion.
They approached each other. for the final movement,
Max with an elegant mincingness in his gait, Josephine
gliding with the pleasant, stately music like some little
fairy queen. Then it was that Max took from his pocket
a small, neatly folded note, and as he extended with
graceful ease his hand, slipped the said note into Miss
Josephine's, where the full ruffles falling down, concealed
it. The dance ended. Mrs. Courtlandt turned round.
" Just in time," muttered Max, " I do repent me
still!"
" What did you say, nephew ?"
" Oh, nothing, aunt !"
" Josephine, you dance very well," said the lady, " I
really see no necessity for M. Pantoufle's giving you les
sons in the minuet."
Josephine laughed, and blushed.
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" N >r to Max. I oWrvod elegance with which
h n;|trii(iches and gives his hand n
" < >h, my dear aunt "
* And how elegantly you, Josephine, receiva it. Now
chi!Jr;;n I must spend no more time in trifles I have my
duties Good-morning, nephew."
Max with terrible doubts upon the subject of hw- note,
felt that this was a dismissal from the convent. He
therefore took his leave, with many misgivings, aod re
turned homeward.
Once in his room he began to reflect whether his aunt
had discovered his surreptitious act or whether his
guilty conscience had given an imaginary meaning to her
words of parting these were the questions. He was
thus sunken fathoms deep in thought, when he heard
himself called by Nina.
" What is it, my dear Nina ?" he said opening the door
with a look of quiet, and profound sadness.
" Here is a message from aunt Courtlandt," said Nina.
" From aunt Courtlandt !" murmured Max, with guilty
fear, " bid the messenger ascend."
" It is Prudence, and she has something for you."
"Prudence, what bring you?"
" Here's a bundle and note from Miss Courtlandt," said
Prudence, delivering a brown paper parcel.
Max took it.
" She didn't want any answer," said Prudence, with a
sly laugh : and then that young lady retreated through
the open door. Max ran up to his room and tore open
the bundle.
His aunt's boots !
Max tore open the note : therein he read the follow
ing:
"You are very foolish Max. Why did you take all
the trouble to write that note ? Besides, I disapprove of
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such things. You must not write to n.y scholars. I
know it was a jest, but it was wronvr. 1 saw you in the
mirror over the harpsichord, and J .-*. phiue gave me the
note. I send my boots, as you call t!i in. Why did you
not ask for them ? Always ask n:- for what you want.
If it is in my power I will refuse you nothing that I can
Droperly grant. You are very welcome to the shoes-
" Your affectionate,
"AUNT CoURTLANDT."
" Most excellent of her sex !" cried Max, " to think of
being so completely done up by her. But here are my
boots my boots !"
And Max tried them on. They were somewhat tight,
bat answered to perfection. Max sat down admiring
them.
" Seriously though, aunt Courtlandt is an excellent wo
man," said he. " For me to ask Josephine to steal these
boots ; for my aunt to find it out ; for the injured person
to send the object of the intended theft ! Oh, I am asham
ed of myself. I am getting bad-hearted."
" She knows it was all a joke, however !" cried Max,
reassured " but these elegant boots they are no joke ! M
CHAPTER XXI.
AT THE " GLOBE."
THE Thursday, on the evening of which Max was to
make his first appearance on any stage, arrived in due
course of time. It was a pleasant day, and a pleasant
evening and all Martinsburg appeared to be in motion
toward the " Globe."
The reader may fancy, that we have created this name
for dramatic point, but such is not the fact. The
" Globe" was as real, as the convent of the Sisters of
Mercy ; as veritable as M. Pantoufle, or hunter John
Myers; and many persons now living will well recollect
the excellent and obliging host, Mr. Ephraim Gaither,
to whose courtesy the Martinsburgers were on this occa
sion indebted for the large and commodious saloon in
which the examination of Mrs. 's scholars and the
other exercises of the day were about to take place.
The " Globe" was a building of considerable size stand
ing just opposite the court-house, and had the reputation
of being the best inn, as Mr. Gaither had the reputation
of being the prince of landlords for twenty miles around.
The most remarkable thing about the tavern, however,
was its dancing-room, in which all the balls of the time
had been held. It was an apartment of extraordinary
size, taking up nearly the whole ground floor of the
building ; and in this room on a platform raised some feet
above the floor, and draped with curtains, our hero was
about to make his appearance.
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All Martinsburg had assembled at the announcement
legantly dressed ladies, radiant with rich falling laoe,
and supporting on their white foreheads curiously fashioned
towers of hair ; gracefully attentive gentlemen with pow
dered locks, stiff-collared coats, and silk stockings and
knee-buckles ; shop-keepers, countrymen, and in the ob
scure distance, behind all, no slight sprinkling of laugh
ing ebon faces ; such was the audience which Mr. Max,
out of his abundant good-nature, had consented to appear
before, when the regular examination was gone through
with.
The room was packed full. Conspicuous on the front
seats, eager to applaud as ever were the friends of actor,
sat father Von Horn ; and Mrs. Courtlandt (behind her,
Josephine, and other of her scholars) ; and hunter John,
come to see little Juliet ; and squeezed in one corner, Bar
ry, who waited, trembling, for the moment when little
Sally must appear before that vast assemblage of expect
ant eyes, and go through with her part. Barry felt sure,
that he should never be able to utter a word.
The examination of the scholars, was altogether very
gratifying to the pride of Mrs. , and of their fond
parents, who listened admiringly to their sons and daugh
ters, answering without mistake or hesitation complex
questions in geography, arithmetic, and even astronomy,
and algebra, and geometry.
Under the small fingers which grasped manfully the
blackboard chalk, the difficult problems in geometry, as
tronomy, and algebra, "rounded with flawless demonstra
tion." The " young Norvals" detailed the occupations ol
their fathers, Hamlet soliloquized on human life, and all
the ills that flesh is heir to, "Wolsey gave feeling advice to
Cromwell, and the little bright-faced girls laughed out their
answers to "very question, as if knowledge was mere
amusement, and it was so funny in Mrs. to think
they could be ignorant of such well-known things !
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The examination was decidedly successful, and scarcol)
any scholar missed getting his or her silver medal with
" MERIT" graven oil it which very naturally delighted
their fond parents, and mad* them think that Mrs.
was the princess of school-mistresses, and then and there 5
resolve to send to her their children always.
Then, the examination being ended, a large curtain
was let down before the platform ; and through the vat;t
crowd ran a murmurous humming sound, such as some
autumn breeze arouses in the dry leaves of the forest trees.
Silks rustled, the gayly decorated forms undulated like
waves, and all awaited the moment, when the rising cur
tain should reveal to them the "gentle Romeo." Well
might little Barry hold his breath, and think how ha
would feei I
CHAPTER XXH.
THE PLAY, AND IN WHAT MANNER IT WAS INTERRUPTED.
THE curtain rose, and Romeo made his appearance in
the midst of a deathlike pause.
If our readers have come to the conclusion, that Mr.
Max Courtlandt was only an ordinary "rattle-trap," with
a voluble tongue, a handsome face, and a faculty of coax
ing persons into doing what at the moment he desirea
them to do, they have done that young gentleman very
great injustice. Max Courtlandt's was no ordinary mind ;
to a facility in taking impressions on all sides, he united
an individuality of character, as distinctly marked as any
even the most unmistakably individual in that vast audi
ence. He seemed careless, thoughtless, light in tempera
ment as the down of the thistle tossed about hither and
thither by the slightest breath of wind ; in reality, no
more sadly thoughtful mind, when his exuberant health
did not fire his blood, could be conceived.
Max Courtlandt was no common jester; he often ut
tered with a laugh, sad truths. He was no mere wheed-
ler of people, as Nina said ; from a low opinion of human
nature, practicing on its foibles ; true, he saw through
these foibles and made merry with them ; but a kinder,
softer, more hopeful, humanity-loving, humanity-admir
ing heart could not be found. Our readers, therefore,
have too lightly rated the character of *jiis young man
if seeing him impressible an<l volatile, they have conceived
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him to be shallow ; if from hearing him jest always, they
have concluded that life to his thoughtless mind was but
a jest
It had been predicted by some, that he would, on his
appearance before the audience as Romeo, salute them
with a burst of laughter, from pure inability to overcome
the humor of the contrast. Mistaken idea ! This boy
was capable of greater things than keeping countenance
in presence of a mere crowd, ready to laugh at him.
The Romeo who appeared was the Romeo of Shak-
speare ; his griefs, his love the course of which had run
io roughly and his mortal purpose plainly written in his
face. Still a calm face, very calm thoughtful, dreamy,
" sicklied o'er" with doubts of every thing, even whether
the phantasmagoria around him were phantasmagoria
or mere phantom phantoms ! a dream within a dream,
all to dissolve before long, leaving no trace !
Romeo advanced, chaining the large assemblage with
his melancholy eye dreamy, and full of melting sadness
Then turning to Balthasar lost in the shadow, he uttered
in the deep tone of overwhelming woe, those heart-broken
words :
" ! it even sol Then I defy you, stars !"
Balthasar, who has raised this tempest of affliction, by
the intelligence of Juliet's death, goes out the apothecary
enters, and in reply to the demand for poison, pleads the
Mantuan law of death against vending such. Romeo,
with a scornful look, asks :
" Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die 1 famine ia io thy cheeks,
Need and oppression atarcth in thy eyes,
Upon thy back, hangs ragged misery.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.
There is thy gold ! worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world
Than these poor compounds that thou niay'st not sefl.
I Mil thce poison : tLou hast sold me none !"
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The tone with which these latter words were uttered,
electrified the audience : " this loathsome world," express-
ed all the mournful fortunes, all the gloomy horror of a
despairing shipwrecked soul.
Then the scene shifted to the tomb of Juliet. Romeo
and Balthasar stand before it : Romeo takes the iron from
his servant's hand shuddering.
" Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
Upon thy life I charge thee
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I descend into this bed of death
I, partly to behold my lady's face ;
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring ; a ring that I must use
In dear employment : therefore hence ! begone !
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do
By heaven ! I will tear thee joint by joint,
And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limb* !
The time and my intents are savage-wild !
More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tigers or the roaring sea !"
Balthasar starts back at these terribly passionate words,
frightened at the glittering sword, which leaps from its
scabbard, and flashes in his eyes. Romeo left alone gazea
with heaving breast, on the tomb of Juliet : then pale,
shuddering, with clenched teeth wrenches open the vault,
murmuring :
" Thou detestable maw ! thou womb of death !
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open !
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food !"
Hearing a noise he starts, and t irns round with fiery,
affrighted eyes. Paris with draw: sword stands before
him.
" Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague :
Can vengeance be pursued further than death 1
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee :
Obey and go with me ; for thou must die."
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Romeo shrinks not before the threaten ing sword point;
but meets the eye of Paris with a scornful calmness.
" I mast indeed : and therefore came I hither.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man ;
Fly hence and leave me : think upon those gone ;
Heap not another sin upon my head
By urging me to fury. O, begone :
By heaven, I love thee better than myself.
For I come hither armed against myself.
Stay not : begone : live, and hereafter say
A madman's mercy bade thee run away."
Paris sword in hand, throws himself upon Romeo.
" I do defy thy conjurations,
And do attach thee as a felon here !"
Romeo, with a whirl of his sword dashes aside the
murderous point just as it touches his breast.
" Wilt thou provoke me ! then have at thee, boy !"
They commence the mortal combat with flashing eyes,
close pressed lips, hatred driven to fury. Romeo runs his
adversary through the heart he falls with a groan oi
anguish.
" O, I am slain ! If thou be merciful
Open the tomb : lay me with Juliet !"
Romeo gazes steadfastly on the writhing body of his
adversary. Then kneeling, pale and overcome by some
sudden memory, he takes the dying man's hand. He
starts, one hand on his cold brow.
" Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio's kinsman ! noble County Paris !
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him, as we rode I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet !
O give me thy hand !
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book !
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,
For here lies Juliet ! and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light !
Death lie thou there by a dead man interred !"
He lays the body in the monument, then reappears with
the smile of incipient madness, but shuddering beneath
that ico-liko merriment ; he has seen in the tomb, a sight
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to freeze his blood. His head tent back, his brow s Cream
ing with cold sweat, his lips move, and he whispers al
most:
" How oft, when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry ! which their keepers call
A lightning before death ! Oh, how may I
Call this a lightning?"
He turns trembling, with clasped hands, toward the
tomb ; a passionate sob tears his breast in its pas&agp
" O, my bve ! my wife .
Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty !
Thou art not conquered ! Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks !
And death's pale flag is not advanced there !"
He falls upon his knees covering his face ; then raising
his head again, gazes deeper into the tomb.
"Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet,
Oh, what more favor can I do to thee ?
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his, that was thine enemy
Forgive me, cousin!"
Starting up, he advances to the entrance of the vaul '<
and kneels, sobbing and murmuring :
"Ah, dear Juliet!
Why art thou yet so fair 1 Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death ie amorous !
For fear of that, I will still stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again ; here, here, will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaid* : Oh, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious star*
From this world- wearied flesh !"
He bends toward the body, now no longer horrified but
in love with death.
His arms encircle the dear form, his lips approach the
pale cheek.
"Eyes, look your last !
Anns take your last embrace ; and lips, oh, you
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The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death !"
He rises, drawing from his pouch the flask of poison
Holding it up, he gazes upon it with eyes full of despair t
love, and madness. " Come !" he groans,
" Come, bitter conduct ; come, unsavory guide !
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !
Here's to my love !"
He drains the flask of poison, staggers, drunk with the
fiery potion ; and falls writhing, dead.
The audience, overcome by the profound reality of the
scene, uttered no sound. A white form, weak, with
feeble feet, rises from the vault. It is Juliet in her white
clothes, with the undecided gaze of a person just awakened
from sleep. She sees Romeo, and starts with a suppressed
scream ; then throws herself on the body, yet " warm and
newly dead." The dreadful reality flashes across her
eyes ; she sees the flask and clutches it.
" What's here ! A cup clos'd in my true love's hand.
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end !
Oh, churl ! drink all and leave no friendly drop
To tn-lji me after T I will kiss thy lips
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative.
Thy lips are warm !"
She starts up, sobbing with passionate anguish ; a
noise is heard without; she looks around, and seizes
Romeo's poignard.
"Yea, noise ! Then I'll be brief: Oh. happy dagger!
This is thy sheath ! There rust and let me die !
Juliet stabs herself, and falls on the body of Romeo
with a wild cry.
That cry was answered by another from the front
benches more passionate, frightful, terrifying than Ju-
/let's ; and the next moment, Barry pale and overcome
with horror, sprang upon the platform, and running to
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the child, caught her in his arms and raised her up. In
the spot he had left, stood hunter John, pale and trem
bling.
For a moment the audience were too much astounded
to comprehend the full significance of the scene; they
seemed, however, suddenly, to realize how the boy had
beer carried away by the terrible reality of the perform
ance ; and then there arose one tremendous burst of ap
plause, which shook the " Globe" from roof to fcatfCation
stone. The assemblage undulated like a stormy bda, a
hundred voices clashed together, and in the midst of th?
most tremendous excitement the curtain fell upon the
group, so picturesquely arranged,
It was a long time before ordefc- could be restored, or a
hearing for the after-piece (as Max pompously called it),
was thought of as attainable. In that piece the reader
will recollect, Nina was to act a part and this fact in
which was embraced an expectation gradually quieted
the tumult. By slow degrees the waves subsided, the
voices were lowered, and soon only the low hum of com
ment upon the strange scene that had just been enacted,
disturbed the silence.
It is not necessary for us to minutely trace Nina through
her light comedy part, as we have done Mr. Max and lit
tle Sally, seduced by their remarkable performance on
this occasion. Nina, and the other young ladies who
played with her in these private theatricals, did their
duty very manfully in presence of those laughing eyes
Nina, indeed, looking exceedingly beautiful.
But the second piece had its consequence more import
ant than the strange incident of the first. If Barry proved
by his conduct that little Sally was all in all to him Mr.
William Lyttelton proved by his own for days afterward,
that Nina had made a complete conquest of him. Such
was the plain and unmistakable fact. When Mr. Lyt
telton weot away with the delighted company, Ue felt
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that he was no longer the heart-whole man he had
been.
In an hour the vast room was empty. All had sought
their homes, loud in their praises of the performance
Max was, if not a prophet in his native country, at least
a hero for the moment.
Miss Josephine Emberton, at least, was of this opinion ;
and in coming out, Max read in her admiring looks, anJ
her unusual quietness of manner, the effect his tragic per
formance of the part of Romeo had produced upon her
feelings.
" You liked it, I hope, Miss Josephine ?" he said.
" Oh, yes, you did it so well."
" Thank you."
" You did it admirably !"
"Praise from so fair a source, is praise indeed," said
our hero, bowing low.
" See the fine chevalier !" laughed Miss Josephine,
nnable to suppress her besetting sin.
" Happy chevalier, if I am yours," said Max.
" Wouhl you like to be my knight?"
" Yes, yes ! How can you ask ?"
" I promote you, then."
" But I must have a token of my lady's favor : all
knights have," said Max.
" A token what sort ?"
" Any thing ; that pretty bracelet, say."
"Take it," said Josephine, merrily unclasping the
bracelet from her white arm.
Max took it with a profound bow, and placed it in the
picket of his Romeo coat which he had not removal
nearest his heart. After which, their respective parties
nulling them, the yountr irirl ;m<l her companion ^i-jn-rntrd.
'aughing. This trifling incident bore fruits in aftertimes.
CHAPTER XXIII.
SUPPER AFTER THE PLAT.
,i */i h>ur after the dispersion of the company, the
of lather Von Horn, were gathered around his
broad board, up.^n which was spread an excellent meal.
Actors (even acto/s in private theatricals) are, it is well-
known, very partial to suppers, and Max seemed to have
gained an excellent appetite, for material things, from
feeding so full of grie/, in his character of Romeo.
Little Sally, who sal demurely by her pleased father's
side, divided the honors if the evening, with our hero.
" How well she did pbiv !" cried Max, with his mouth
ful, " I was astonished, tx/ hear her speak her part so
well ; the best of it is, too, iiat the whole was her own,
I did not teach her. Why feally you did not seem in the
least abashed : I declare, I have a great mind to come
round and kiss you, only Barry would challenge me to
mortal combat. Barry, what did you interrupt the per
formance in that way for ?"
Barry blushed, and stammered out some indistinct
words.
" Let Barry alone Max," said father Von Horn, " he
was right, and I honor him for his chivalrio conduct."
" Chivalric, sir ?
" Certainly : did he not think the child had killed
nerself?"
" I most nigh thought so myself," said hunter John,
laughing : " and I was near doing as much as Barry."
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" How well she did it !" said Nina.
"And Mr. Max most scared me, when he was fight
ing, you know : I most screamed."
" Screamed ? What for ?" asked Max.
"You seemed so much in earnest, Mr. Max," said
Sally, nestling close to her father, with her little bright
eyes fixed upon the young man.
"In earnest!" cried Max, "why, I was in earnest.
At that moment, my dear Sally, I was Romeo, at the
tomb of Juliet. I was Romeo, though, from the be
ginning."
" How do you mean, sir ?"
" I mean, I forgot the company and all, after the first
minute, my dear," said Max.
" Wasn't you scared ?"
" The moment before I appeared, my charming Juliet
but not afterward. I did feel like laughing, when I
saw tha< mischievous young lady, Miss Josephine smiling
at me : .nit think of Romeo's laughing, on being told of
your untimely end, little Sally."
" You mean Juliet's, sir," said Sally, laughing.
" You are Juliet and I don't think it could have been
played better. I had no idea you could do it so well
When you screamed, you know, I was very near reviving,
and telling you not to be afraid, that I wasn't dead.
And when you ' kissed m r lips,' as the play says to
get some of the poison wr you know, you kissed me
Sally"
" Indeed I didn't, sir I only made pretense."
" Listen to the little prude. By this hand you kissed
me."
" Oh, Mr. Max !"
"Don't mind him, Sally," said Nina, "he always tell*
stories."
" By-the-by, Nina/' said Max,
"Well, sir?"
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" You did yourself considerable credit," said Max,
patronizingly.
" Thank you, sir !"
"You did, indeed. True, Sally and myself were the
prominent objects of interest, but I did not see more
than a dozen persons yawning while you w^re going
through your part."
" Yawning !" said Nina, indignantly.
" Max, you joke eternally," said father Von Horn,
who listened to this jesting conversation with great amuse
ment ; " I say Nina, that you played excellently quite as
well as my nephew."
" Well, neighbor," said hunter John, " I don't repent
nomin' down to the play. I didn't know even what that
was, till I saw 'em at it but I soon made out the mat
ter it was about, because little Sally was to be in it, you
know, neighbor. Well, we old folks have much to learn.
The young people are gettin' ahead of us. I must go
back to my mountain valley, and tell the old dame all
about it how the child did her part," he added, looking
with tender affection on the little bright face leaning upon
his shoulder. "I'm glad to have seen it I can now say,
I have seen a regular play. Think of that."
" But you are not going back at once, neighbor ?" asked
father Von Horn.
" Yes, yes ! I'm most afraid the game will get too
pert, and think the old hunter's gun is witched, neighbor.
Then, I can't breathe this low country air long, from liv
ing so entirely up in the hills. I'm tired of so many
houses but you won't think I'm tired of you all ; or of
you, daughter "
" Father, pirate stay a little longer please," said little
Sally.
" I can't, daughter, I must go to-morrow : I'm feeling
that a deer hunt is in my blood."
" A deer hunt !" said Max, " I would give any thing
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in the world to go and hunt a few days with you,
sir !
" Come then, my boy."
" But my law uncle says "
" I'm afraid you are neglecting it, Max," said father
Von Horn.
" Yes sir, lately, I know "
" With all this playing and visiting, and other things,
Coke and Black stone stand a bad chance."
" Well, sir, I suppose I ought "
" No if you have set your heart on going, you may as
well go."
" I go in the morning," said hunter John.
" Well, neighbor, if you must, you must," the old man
said ; " and I suppose Max might as well go and get this
acting out of his head. Now for prayers."
Prayers were said, and every one retired to rest. On
the stairs Max passed Nina, who went up last, carrying
in her dainty hand her japanned candlestick.
"I say, Nina," said Max, "don't be married before I
get back."
" What do you mean ?"
"Why, Messrs. IhnMleshingle and Lyttelton are both
Bmitten with yon. Miss Nina. While you were acting I
saw them you knmv I was in the green-room, peeping
through the curtain, thore was a hole "
" What diil \ou ST, you goose?" said Nina, smiling.
"I saw tin* liol'or.-mentioned gentlemen devouring my
amiable and luind ome cousin with their glances. I really
thought H:III.- 1 1 ii Mfeshingle was going to make his fat,
pinky <)'. into ^nicers "
An-! us for Mr. William Lyttelton "
"What of him, pray?"
" He could not have gazed more attentively or showed
more profound satisfaction, if he had just found some favor-
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able authority in one of his cases, and was gloating over
its graces and attractions. Nina, I am getting jealous :
Nina, I am going away, and I can fancy the delight
which the absence of so formidable a rival as myself will
afford those sprightly and agreeable gentlemen. But
Nina, I go in full confidence in confidence as strong as
ever Romeo felt in the faith of gentle Juliet, whom, by-
the-by, you much resemble. Think of me often, Juliet -
Nina, I should say," Max continued dolefully, and casting
a tender glance upon his cousin ; " think of me often ; not
in the dim watches of the night alone, when 'even the stars
do wink as 'twere with over-watching,' but ov.-n when
the 'garish day' is bright, and you are surrounded ly
the most gallant cavaliers the sprightly l.yih-hon. an,!
gay Huddleshingle. I am not afraid, my Nina ; I have
no fear that you will espouse a walking \n\\ l>io'<, or ever
write your name Nina Huddleshingle ! l?nt st:l', 1 pray
you, think of me of me, your most devoted, your most
loving "
The closing of Nina's door, clipped off th remainder
of this most eloquent speech. Max al. u retired.
On the next day, hunter John, immediately after
breakfast, had his horse brought, sui-l declared that he
must set out though Meadow Branrh valley was scarcely
ten miles distant. He was evidently restless at the very
thought of the great mountains, which, indeed, possess
a mighty influence over those wh- have experienced their
fascination. Hunter John, had been less than a week in
Martinsburg, but was already cou/t fry-sick.
Max made ready to accompany him ; leaving with Nina
many messages, and running about, with all the delight
of a boy who has a holiday granted him, and the vision
of woods and mountain-slopes before him. Romeo and
.Juliet; Josephine; Monsieur Pantoufle's fencing lessons-
all were forgotten, and Max, with his impulsive temper-
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ament, saw for the moment nothing but guns, and hunt-
ing knives, ana powder-flasks : heard but the barking
of the dogs, which frisking and wagging their tails, anj
leaping about, uttered at intervals, sonorous bayings, elo
quent of mountain-side adventure.
If Max forgot Romeo and Juliet, however, hunter
John, only half imitated him. He remembered Juliet
Father Von Horn's hand passed through the rrdeal of the
hunter's iron grasp, Nina and Barry were told good-by :
and then the quondam Juliet little Sally ran to get
the last word from him: and kiss him, crying at his
going away. The old mountaineer raised the little form
to his heart and held her there a mere flower, a blossorr
so light was she and again the old, gray, storm-beaten
brow, rested on the bright rippling gold, and the red, tender
oheek. He sat the child down : she covered her face, and
began to cry. But Max jested with her, and made her
laugh, and the dogs bayed more loudly, and good-by being
said again, they mounted their horses.
" To the mountains !" cried Max, with sparkling eyes,
" Oh, what a glorious sight, the fall woods are and the
dr '"
CHAPTER XXIV.
MR. HUDDLESHINGLE CONCEIVES AN IDEA : WITH THE CIRCUJI-
STANCES WHICH LED TO THAT PHENOMENON.
THE individual who monopolizes the whole conversation
\n an assemblage of many persons, his talk flowing on like
a river which nothing can check, and absorbing such
chance sentences as others utter, as easily and gracefully
as a large stream absorbs into its bosom the little rills :
such a talkative personage, despite every thing, is apt
to grow wearisome at last, and miss that attention which
other more silent individuals command.
We are afraid that the sayings and doings of Mr.
Max Courtlandt have filled too large a space in these
pages, and that the reader will very willingly good-speed
him or nis journey to the mountains. Whether this be
the case or not, we shall proceed to report the words, and
actions of those other personages thrown by that impulsive
gentleman, almost completely in the back-ground. Mr.
Huddleshingle, with all his virtues, his peculiarities, his
devoted admiration for our heroine, will now take his
rightful place in this narrative, and perhaps act a more
prominent part than Max has hitherto played, figure in
a more striking catastrophe, than that which we have
described as occurring at the " Gr/obe :" Mr. Lyttelton,
that solemn devotee of legal lore, and prospective rival of
our hero in the affections of Ninft, will have due attention
paid to his wise words and looks: all the 4 neglected per-
onages' finding the coast clear, and the silence no longer
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invaded, by that merry laughter, full of joyous pride, will
take their rightful stations usurped no longer in our
somedy.
Max had gone away with a gay jest, beseeching Nina
not to lose her heart to Mr. Lyttelton, that walking law-
book, before he returned from his visit to the mountains.
What seemed then the merest jest, was soon no jest at all.
Mr Lyttelton, dressed with unusual care, and radian',
with something which nearly approached a smile, called
at father Von Horn's scarcely half an hour after the de
parture of the young man and hunter John. He came,
he said, to compliment Miss Nina on her admirable vi
vacity and grace in the part of Lydia, which he had the
pleasure of seeing her perform, on the last evening at -the
" Grlobe." He had been very frequently, in his visits to
the north, to see the piece in many theatres, personated
by many beautiful women : but he had never had the
pleasure, the happiness he might say, of witnessing a
performance so replete with grace and power, so full of
sparkling and fascinating vivacity, as that of the lady in
whose presence he now had the honor of being then and
there.
These words were not precisely those uttered by Mr. Lyt
telton, that solemn admirer ; but we have given a tolera
bly accurate transcript of his remarkable and uncommon
speech on this occasion. That he had prepared him
self before undertaking such an extraordinary effort
perhaps written it carefully and committed it to memory,
like many orators celebrated for their impromptu bursts
of eloquence there seems little reason to doubt. True,
Mr. Lyttelton was not accustomed to con over or write
out his forensic addresses ; but even the most fluent
orator, when he desires to make a profound impression,
studies beforehand his subject, selects and arranges his
sentences, seeks to discover the most winning gestures
ind captivating tone** Tt was Mr. Lyttelton's object to
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make a profound impression on this occasion :- -and he
so far succeeded, that when he f ook his leave Nina ac
knowledged to herself, with a sentiment of self condemna
tion, that in heretofore regarding this gentleman as a de
cidedly wearisome person, she had done him very great
injustice. As for Mr. Lyttelton, he went away completely
enslaved and for twenty-four hours afterward was re
ported to have not once looked into a law-book, or opened
a record. Strange power of love, even in the most stubborn
hearts.
Thus was the first step taken by Nina and her admirer,
hand-in-hand, toward the imaginary altar over which
presides that merry god, lover of jocund wedding bell-
chimes, and golden rings. Hand-in-hand : for we must
confess that Nina felt that Mr. Lyttelton's attention to
her were, all things considered, a most extraordinary
compliment, and she was not backward in betraying her
great satisfaction at his visit, and his promise to come
soon again. This visit was a compliment which no other
young lady could boast of: hitherto her admirer had been
wholly absorbed in his legal and political pursuits, had
forsworn the society of ladies, and had even wrapped
tjfiti his dusty papers, and law-volumes seemed wholly
unconscious of the existence of such things as young girls.
He had not, however, on this account disappeared from
the eyes and thoughts of the marriageable young ladies
of the borough ; many had " set their caps" at the rising
young lawyer and politician; and not a few would have
returned no churlish answer to a declaration (not legal)
on his part. He was not agreeable, certainly did not
dance seldom smiled was addicted to the unsocial habit
of falling into reveries, in which all consciousness of place
and people was lost upon his part : but he was undeni
ably most intelligent, was of good " estate," by no means
ill-looking, and was almost certain to be returned for Con
gress in a year or two. Is it wonderful, therefore, that
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Mr. William Lyttelton should be reg&rtleu as an eli
gible person for matrimony, by the fair dames of the
borough ; or that Nina should congratulate herself upon
having ensnared this formidable woman-hater ?
Max knew not the sad consequences which were to
arise from his suggestion to Nina, in relation to the after
piece. Had he dreamed of such a thing, we doubt
whether the young man would have taken so much pains
to persuade his cousin to appear in it. Her fascinating
appearance on that interesting occasion beyond the least
doubt fashioned and "shaped the ends" of her after
life, more powerfully than Max had dreamed they could.
She had completely charmed the sombre lawyer and poli
tician he was now her willing slave, soon to assume
another, and very different position, in the eyes of the
law, at least.
Days and weeks glided away, and Max, absorbed in his
mountain sports, did not return. Nina was not sorry for
his absence, since she would have experienced some awk
wardness had he been present, and for a very simple
reason. Mr. Lyttelton was now her avowed suitor ; that
gentleman called to see her every day ; the house was
full of his presents some of them exceedingly elegant
and costly : in a word, a new chapter had opened in the
book of Nina's existence ; and that new chapter might
not be very much to her cousin Max's taste. Nina was
relieved by his absence for she felt that Max had very
piercing eyes. If he loved her, on which point she had
never been able to make up her mind, how unpleasant
would be his presence ! If he was indifferent to her mar
riage with Mr. Lyttelton, how dreadful his bantering
tongue ! Nina was devoutly thankful for his absence.
So rolled on the days, the weeks, and at the end of a
month Mr. Lyttelton had paid the young lady such deli
cate attentions, had made himself so agreeable, had min
istered t*o pleasantly to her vanity, by attending her to
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svery festival far and near he, the austere basmess man
transformed, for the nonce, into a gay lady's man that
Nina's heart was won ; and so, one morning when Mr.
Lyttelton asked the delicate question, which is to so
many men a stumbling-block, Nina without hesitation
gave him her hand. Mr. Lyttelton solemnly kissed the
hand, and as he would doubtless have expressed it, the
" pleadings" were through, and the " issue" was made up.
Soon the interesting fact was made known by Nina, \o
her relations and friends ; father Yon Horn would not
have forced his daughter to marry the marquis of Carra-
bas ; he was delighted to find that she had chosen so
worthy a man, and gave her his blessing. Nina's friends
received the intelligence with complacent smiles : they
had " known it from the very first," they said. And so
the day was fixed, and Nina, to her profound astonishment,
reflected, that she would soon be that very character sho
had declared she never would be a married woman.
There was one person who received the intelligence of
her intended marriage, with profound wrath and bitter
jealousy of the happy man to be. This was Hans Hud-
dleshingle, who, as we know, was one of Nina's most per
severing admirers, and who never for a moment had
doubted his ultimate success backed by the evident par
tiality of her father for him as a German, and the graces
of his intellect and figure. Hans was overcome with
rage ; then with despair ; then a thousand projects chased
each other through his somewhat muddy brain, all bear
ing on the subject of the marriage, and the means of
preventing its consummation.
One morning he heard that the day for Nina's mar
riage was fixed ; then suddenly flashed across his memory
a conversation he had heard, not long ago at father Von
Horn's, and a strange idea occurred to him.
He determined that this idea should be shaped into an
act.
CHAPTER XXV.
AN AUTUMN EVENING WITH JEAN PAUL.
IT was two or three days before the time appointed for
Nina's marriage, when one evening that young lady was
seated at the supper table, from which her father had
just risen.
In truth there seemed some foundation for the general
opinion, that Nina was one of the prettiest maidens of the
whole borough of Martinsburg. It is undeniable that
her dress was negligent and her hair disordered ; but as
she sat there at the broad board, with the rich red sun
light, streaming through the open window upon her curls,
turning them into waves of molten gold upon her white
forehead, her bright eyes, her rosy cheeks lighting up
all with its warm autumn radiance one might have
^ 4>
been pardoned for concurring in the above-mentioned gen
eral opinion. Certainly, Nina was a beauty and though
none of the gentlemen of her acquaintance had hung
themselves, or fought duels, or written poetry, or done
any other dreadful thing in honor of her charms, yet that
beauty had not been without effect upon the hearts of
many : a fact of which Nina was perfectly cognizant.
After scolding aunt Jenny, and nearly running crazy
a rmall negro boy, hight Sallust, by the number of orders
given him in rapid succession ; and treading on the cat's
tail ; and pinching the ear of the old superannuated dog
Bugle, who lay stretched beside the table ; and bowing
quettishly through the window to an acquaintance, who
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at the moment chanced to pass: when Nina had dis
patched these household duties and pleasures, she betook
herself with the key-basket on her round bare arm, to the
door, where her father sat smoking his immense meer
schaum and quietly reflecting on the events of the day,
which was about to close. From time to time- the old
man's eyes would wander to the portrait ovei the fire
place, distinctly visible from the place where he was sit
ting the portrait of old Courtlandt Von Horn his father,
that hero of so much military renown, upon the border,
long ago, who now lay like a valiant German Hitter tak
ing his rest in the church-yard on the opposite hill. From
time to time, too, his eye would fall on a German book
lying open on his knee, in which he seemed to have been
reading.
" Nina, darling," said father Yon Horn to his daughter,
" come, read me a shapter in my new book. You will
like it much, for it is beautiful and genial, like every
thing from Fatherland."
Nina pouted : and the reader must not think too hard
of her, for doing so. She was in one of her bad humors,
such as we have seen her betray on the morning when
this true history commenced : and further, she had no
desire to pass the beautiful evening with her eyes upon a
page full of black, German characters, when the cloud-
sharacters of orange and gold in the blue sky were so
much more attractive.
4 What is it, father?" she asked.
" { Nicholas Margraf.' Jean Paul's last work : as fai
as I have perused it, it is well worthy of him."
Nina took the book.
" Commence at the seventh chapter daughter," said
father Von Horn.
" It looks so dull," said Nina, turning over the leaves
listlessly.
"It is not du.l, daughter v
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"Oh me! I'm mighty tired!" groaned Ni:ia, "thesa
servants will run me distracted !"
" Don't read, then, my child," said her father, " don't
make a duty of what I meant for a pleasure."
But Nina knew that her father would be hurt if *he
failed to read, and as she loved her father this would
afflict her. Therefore, she turned duly to Chapter VII ,
and commenced, reflecting that after all her attitude in
the little wicker chair, with one white arm supporting her
head the other across the book, was not so ungraceful
should visitors approach.
It was a pleasant sight to see the old German and his
daughter, thus side by side in the quiet, beautiful evening,
under the broad old golden leaved oaks, fronting the set
ting sun. It was amusing too, to witness the difficulty
with which Nina only half comprehending the meaning
enunciated the guttural diphthongs of that strange lan
guage which Jean Paul delighted in making, more wild
and rugged than it naturally was. As to the old German,
he seemed much pleased, and often interrupted the read
ing with a subdued laugh which was the very music of
hearty enjoyment.
The sun sank behind the blue mountains, and father
Von Horn took the book from Nina.
" What a wonderful writer what a striking humor !"
he said, " Herr Richter is a good, as well as a great man."
" It's so strange, father."
" Yes ; so it is. But it is not too strange to teach us
how great and commendable, are content and love in this
world."
Nina turned the leaves, carelessly glancing at an ap
proaching visitor.
" If we are amiable and contented, daughter, and love
Dur neighbor," said father Von Horn, " we are not only
living a more holy and God-fearing life, but are happier
here below."
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Nina's good humor began to return ; she was a some-
what fiery young lady, but not what is called moody.
" Content is an excellent thing, father," she replied ;
" but every body can't be contented."
" Are you discontented ?"
" Oh, no," said the young girl, slightly blushing; "lut
you know, father, how aunt Jenny and Sallust try me.
They almost drive me crazy !"
This was said with a In ugh. Fathei Von Horn's
schoed it.
" Pshaw ! these are trifles, he said, lr you have a
warm, good heart, daughter don't mind them."
" I don't, much."
" You are not an irritable person ; you love, not hate,
most people, I am sure ; as is right."
" I dearly love you, father," replied Nina, bending
over, and laying her hand trustingly on the massive
shoulder.
" Not a doubt of it, child," said father Von Horn,
cheerily ; " still you are going to leave me, you little
witch."
" Oh, father," said Nina, laughing and blushing.
"At what time did he say he would be able to re
turn?"
" William from Alexandria, sir ? He said nine o'clock
this evening."
" Ah, I don't think I can spare you !"
" Father !" said Nina, beginning to cry. The old man
drew her to him and kissed her. She rose to go in, see
ing a gentleman approach whom she did not care to see ;
but her father laughingly restrained her.
The gentleman was Mr. Huddleshingle.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE LAST INTERVIEW BUT ONE BETWEEN *INA AN1> H/.X8
HUDDLESHINGLE.
IT can not be said that Nina received Mr. Huddleshin-
gle in a very flattering manner ; the original pout came
back in its full force, as she returned a distant bow to his
phlegmatic salute.
" Welcome, Hans," said father Von Horn, " what
news ?"
" Nothing that I have heard, sir," said Mr. Huddleshin-
gle. "Miss Nina, I am glad to see you looking so well
and happy this fine evening."
" Thank you, sir, I am very well."
" You are looking better than I ever saw you."
" I am glad to hear it, sir."
"To be sure," continued Mr. Huddleshingle, with a
slight tremor in his voice which excited Nina's astonish
ment, so phlegmatically self-possessed was her visitor on
ordinary occasions, " to be sure, it is nothing more than
1 might look for health and happy looks 1 mean on the
eve of your marriage."
Nina bowed coldly.
"It's a very agreeable time generally," said her vis
itor.
" Agreeable, sir ? I do not understand."
" I thought I had a right to think so," said Mr. Huddle-
shingle, " having seen so many couples married. Ladies
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generally look in good spirits on the day before their mar
rying."
"Do they?" asked Nina, with intense disdain- so
intense that her unlucky admirer almost ground his
teeth.
"I think they generally do," he replied moodily, "and
I suppose Miss Nina will be looking as bright as a as a
flower, this time day after to-morrow. Some will not
feel so pleasant as she will, I know thougli : but every
young lady has a right to please herself, and nobody
ought to say her nay."
What it cost Mr. Huddleshingle to utter this speech,
his agitated voice, and heightened color indicated.
Father Von Horn came to divert the threatened storm,
by laughingly slapping the young German on the shoul
der, and saying :
" That's right, Hans ! always leave the choice to them.
I should, if I had fifty daughters : my father, old Court-
landt Von Horn, as you call him yonder, taught me that
much."
Hans almost started.
Nina glancing sideways at him, was conscious that
while he ostensibly spoke wiih his eyes fixed on her, his
gaze wandered to the portrait, and his eyes almost blazed.
Misunderstanding his agitation, and attributing it to dis
appointment for she knew very well Mr. Hans Huddle-
shingle's feelings toward herself Nina experienced a
sentiment of pity for her unhappy admirer.
" What a very beautiful evening it is, Mr. Hans," she
said kindly, " look at the sunset."
"Yes yes, beautiful," said Mr. Huddleshingle starting
and blushing: this kind speech had nearly changed his
purpose. But an unlucky incident just then occurred
which had much effect upon after events.
This incident was the appearance of Mr. William Lyt-
telton at the end of the street, leisurely approaching in
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his old worn out curricle, in which he was accustomed to
travel the circuit.
Nina jumped up, clapping her hands and crying, " Oh,
father there he is back already !" and without any
apology to Mr. Huddleshingle she ran into the house to
smooth her disordered dress and hair, before meeting her
solemn lover.
Mr. Huddleshingle looked once at the approaching
vehicle, ground his teeth audibly, and bidding fathei
Von Horn good-evening, went away, drawing in hia
breath, and clenching his hands just as Mr. William
Lyttelton solemnly checked his steed before the door
His resolution was taken fixed.
CHAPTER XXVII.
A MODEL LOVER.
MR. LYTTELTON descended slowly from his curricle and
inclosed father Von Horn's fingers in his iron grasp by
which excess of cordiality he may have intended to sup
ply the place of a smile : no such exhibition of gladness
appeared upon his rigid features. At the same moment
Nina appeared at the door.
Nina but so metamorphosed, so wholly different, so
radiantly beautiful, with her fair, neatly-bound hair, her
tasteful costume, her tiny feet filling miraculous baby-
slippers, that she was scarcely recognizable. Her listless,
ill-humored air had changed to one of the greatest live
liness and vivacity. Her eyes danced : her lips were
smiling : her whole manner was so altered that had Mr.
Huddleshingle been present no one can tell to what tran
sports of jealousy and ire he would have been driven.
" And how have you been, William and did you have
a pleasant ride and was the day warm and did you
see any acquaintances in Alexandria and did you gain
your cause in Winchester ? and tell us all about it."
These were some of the numerous, almost innumera
ble questions which Nina poured forth upon the solemn
gentleman in black, who bore the infliction with much
equanimity. It is true he disapproved of such a style of
cross-examination on legal grounds, as calculated to em-
barass the witness : but for once he relaxed in his profes
sional strictness.
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He thrn-f >rr informed Nina whose affectionate salute
(that \va> tin- | linioO then fashionable), he had received
with luiii-li jij'i'iin-nt indifference that his ride had been
a plrusuut !!: that the weather had been reasonably
pluasuut. h.' iliitiight he might even venture to say excel-
I. nt i'nr trav. ling; that he had seen many friends in Al-
i'.\;iii,!ria : that he had tried his case in Winchester, and
alter a c lo.se contest got a verdict; and that he had. on
the \vh"!r, nothing to complain of.
* And now you want some supper after your ride, Will
iam," said Nina, affectionately, spite of her solemn lover's
indirtorent manner, " you have not been to supper, of
cour.se."
" No matter," said Mr. Lyttelton.
" But it does matter. Just wait, and you shall have
it in a few minutes "
" Thank you, Nina ; I must go home."
" Stay by all means. Nina will be put to no trouble,"
said father Von Horn ; " besides, daughter," he added,
" Barry has not been to supper, and you must not neglect
him."
" Oh, Barry can " began Nina, indifferently ; but
checking herself :
" Certainly it is no trouble, father," she said ; "in ten
minutes every thing would be ready. Come now, Will
iam, remember you have been away for a week, nearly."
" Well, Nina," said Mr. Lyttelton, " I must go home
for a while ; but I'll come back in half an hour."
With which words he returned solemnly to his vehi
cle.
" Oh, by-the-by," he said to the young girl, who was
at his elbow, " here are some small matters for you ; silks
and things, I believe ; T did not select them ; I suppose
though, they are all right."
And Mr. Lyttelton handed out a dozen large bundles
which had completely filled the bottom of the vehicle.
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" Thank you, dear William," said Nina gratefully, and
3asting a timid glance at her grave admirer.
" It was no trouble," he said.
And taking the reins, he placed his foot upon the step
of the carriage. A thought seemed suddenly to strike him.
" Nina," said he, turning round with a smile which
somewhat relaxed his solemn physiognomy.
" William !"
" Come Nina, a kiss before I go. I love you very much,
Nina !"
And after this extraordinary speech, having received
the salute, Mr. William Lyttelton drove slowly away.
CHAPTER XXVIIL
BARRY.
NINA ran into the house nearly borne to the ground by
the weighty bundles she carried ; and soon the whole
establishment was in an uproar. She herself saw to
every thing ; the presents were unwrapped ; the supper
was ordered on a royal scale ; and messages were sent by
Nina to all her friends in the neighborhood to come (with
their brothers, cousins, or other escort), and sup with her.
The presents Nina thought magnificent ; such beauti
ful silks and laces, and such slippers, fitting admirably !
Then the earrings, and breastpins, and bracelets the rib
bons, and handkerchiefs, and gloves ! Surely such a lover
would be a model of a husband such as the world rarely
saw!
The presents once laid out to the best advantage for
the inspection of her female friends, and the gentlemen
too, if they wished to see them Nina applied herself to
the supper, which she determined should be worthy of
such a guest. The servants were soon flying about like
startled lapwings ; that unfortunate Sallust, who earlier
in the evening had been in horrible doubt whether his
head or feet were uppermost, now gave himself up for
lost, and obeyed, or endeavored to obey, with the silence
of despair ; and aunt Jenny thought that if such a clat
ter was made about a simple supper, the wedding prepar
ations would deprive her of the small remnant of senses
which she yet possessed.
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Father Von Horn, to escape all this hurry, bustle, and
noise, lit his meerschaum, and took his former position at
the door, where he sat in quiet meditation, smoking like
a bashaw, and gazing pleasantly at the red flush of sun
set on the western mountain, now almost overthrown and
obliterated by the fast-coming night.
Hearing a footstep toward Q,ueen-street, he turned hia
head and saw Barry. The boy looked pale and startled,
and sunk in thought.
" Well, Barry, my boy," said father Von Horn, " what's
the matter ?"
Barry raised his head with a frightened look, evidently
brought back to the real world around him by the old
man's hearty greeting.
" Oh, sir nothing," said Barry, blushing at the thought
that he was telling a falsehood.
" My child," said his uncle, " you ought not to think
and walk about dreaming so much ; no active, energetic
man dreams his time away. I know you have the poetic
and imaginative temperament, which exalts reverie into
an improper delight ; but check it, check it, Barry now,
while you are young."
Barry sat down, returning no reply, upon the grass at
the old man's feet. Father Von Horn smoothed his long
dark hair with his hand.
"Courtlandt the Tall himself," he muttered; "the
child is the very image of the old man, and the portrait."
" What did you say, uncle ?" asked Barry, rousing from
his abstraction.
" I said you were like Courtlandt the Tall my father."
Barry smiled ; his preoccupation, for a moment, seemed
to have disappeared.
"Am I much, uncle?*'
"Very much."
" Was he a good man ?"
" As good and brave a man as ever drew
1110 . LEATIIKU AN'D SILK,
" Then, uncle, I am very glad I am like him in rn>
face," said Barry, " maybe, after a while I shall be like
him in my character."
"You will, my boy, I am sure; you will be a good
man, Barry for you are a good boy."
" Uncle, you don't know how glad you make me feel by
saying I will be good. I only want to be good I don't
want to be a great, rich man, for 1 am afraid it would
harden me, you know ; make me look down on poor people.
Oh, unole, I hope I will be good, and you will always love
me."
" Bless your heart, my boy," said father Von Horn,
cheerily, " every body loves you. Don't fear I ever will
stop loving you. Well, all this talking with Nina and
you, has made me forget Burt ; I must see to him. No,"
continued father Von Horn, as Barry was about to rise
and go in his place, " I must look to the old horse my
self."
And he entered the house. As he went ip. Nina came
out, clad in her most graceful manner, and radiant with
happiness and expectation. At first she did not perceive
Barry, from the lowness of his seat. But he rose, and
Nina seeing him, called the boy to her and smoothing his
hair, kissed him affectionately.
" Barry, you are very handsome," said Nina, laugh-
ing; "but you must fix yourself nice for the supper.
Recollect every body in the neighborhood is coming ; and
now I think of it, why don't you go and bring Sally."
Barry blushed : then almost trembled with a sudden
recollection.
" I can not, cousin Nina," he said in a low voice ; " I
must go"
Then suddenly checking himself, he sunk into one of
the chairs shuddering. Nina did not observe this strange
conduct : her whole attention was given to a gay party
of young persons who rapid Iv approached ; these were the
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guests who had chanced to meet each other, and who
bore down in one compact body of laughing rosy faces,
and manly forms upon Nina, and (prospectively) her
supper. Ladies at that day were not ashamed to eat
heartily, and were guilty of no trifling with dainty con
fections, when good substantial edibles were at hand : the
gentlemen too, were fond of those night-dinners called
suppers ; and both the ladies, and the gentlemen, had
repeatedly partaken of this pleasant meal in great perfec
tion at the old German's mansion. Thus the fea o * and
flow of other things than reason and the soul, were agree
ably looked forward to.
Mr. Lyttelton arrived just as Nina was shaking hands
with her male friends, and kissing the young girls of the
'^arty a practice to which young girls for some mysteri-
ms reason are much addicted and all having entered
the hospitable doors, they were welcomed honestly and
heartily by the old man ; and the merry laughter and
gay talk commenced, with many admiring looks at the
rich presents Nina receiving every compliment with
wonderfully elegant composure : and so in due course of
time came, ** the supper and the dance."
In the midst of this uproar, of clinking glasses, merry
voices, and gay laughter, Nina's face became suddenly
overcast by something like a cloud. The thought of Max
had occurred to her ; and this thought made her melan-
oholy even in the very whirl of the reveln '.
F
:HAPTER xxix.
B.FRY KEEPS fflS APPOINTMENT.
all this confusion. noi?e, and merriment, Barry
had soon disappeared, with that shrinking sensitiveness
which characterized his timid temperament. But on this
evening something unusual seemed to agitate him, and
make him afraid of his own thoughts, even. Sitting,
bent down, in one of the large wicker chairs beside the
door, he gazed now at the calm white stars, now at the
moon, which just rising kindled the eastern trees, agitated,
nervous, starting at every sound.
Within, all went merry as a marriage bell, and the con
trast between those gay moving figures in the background,
tnd in the foreground the form of the boy bent down,
trembling, frightened, might have struck a painter.
Suddenly the old clock struck slowly and sonorously
nine. At the first stroke Barry started, at the last he
rose up shuddering.
" It is time !" he murmured.
"What is it time for?" asked the voice of Nina, be
hind him ; the violent exercise in dancing had heightened
her color unbecomingly, and she came to moderate her
roses in the cool evening.
Barry drew back, shaking his head.
" What are you shaking your head so wisely for,
Barry ?" said Nina.
Barry trembling and pale, removed her hand from his
arm.
" Where are you going ?" asked Nina,
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" I can not tell you, cousin Nina."
" Barry you must, or I will be angry."
" I am sorry, cousin Nina ; please let go my artn, n
Barry said, trembling ; " I must go."
Nina was struck with the profound terror expressed in
the boy's voice, and released his arm.
Barry, without further parley, glided ip.to the deep
shadow of the oaks and disappeared himself a moving
shadow in the direction of the bridge. Nina hearing
herself called by the young girls, dismissed the subject of
the child's strange conduct from her mind, and entered
the house just, however, as father Yon Horn and hia
son-in-law to be, came forth at which Miss Nina was
observed to pout.
These gentlemen had abandoned the gay company
within, to come and talk politics in the open air, which
was pleasantly cool, not at all unpleasantly, however.
At no time was Mr. Lyttelton an agreeable companion ;
but his conversational powers were displayed to much
greater advantage in the society of a reasonable, unim
aginative, sensible man, than with merry girls, and young
men addicted to gay laughter. The merriment was well
in its way$ no doubt, but he had seen enough on this
occasion, for one evening, he reflected ; and so reflecting,
he took his seat in the large wicker chair, which afforded
a luxurious resting-place for the head, the arms, and the
feet. Let it not be supposed, however, that Mr. Lyttel.
ton was the man to profit by these advantages. No ; he
was accustomed to hard, upright court benches, or chairs,
and he sat perfectly erect in his comfortable and capacious
seat, disdaining to rest his head, his arms, or his feet, on
aught connected with it.
Then commenced a rather sleepy discussion, which con
fined itself to politics anj law; and which the reader will
readily pardon our not recording here. Mr. Lyttelton
held in his hand the last umbor of the Martinsburg
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Gazette , and discoursed upon its editorial matter, which
ne took for text, with great solemnity and emphasis. But
in the midst of this harangue, when the speaker's feelings
were becoming aroused, and his latent fire began to glim
mer and flicker, gradually growing brighter and warmer,
he was suddenly arrested by a circumstance so novel in
its nature, that he very nearly uttered an exclamation.
Darting from the shadow like a flash of light, knock
ing the paper from Mr. Lyttel ton's hand, and nearly over
turning that gentleman, seat and all, Barry rushed into
the house, stumbled on the door sill, and fell forward on
his knees among the dancers, with frightened eyes,
trembling limbs, white cheeks down which ran a cold
sweat in streams, and on both hands marks of dust and
blood.
The whole company crowded round him in dismay,
and the music died away like a wail. Father Von Horn
hastened to the child with affectionate solicitude, and
raised him.
" What under heaven is this about, Barry," ho asked
with great astonishment, " what has frightened you ?"
Barry passed his hand across his forehead, and mur
mured something, shuddering.
" Speak, Barry !"
The boy trembled so violently that he could not speak
scarcely stand. His face was as white as a ghost's, and
with under lip between his teeth, and round, awe-struck
eyes, he seemed to behold something, which no one around
him could see.
Father Von Horn took him by the arm, and supported
him into the next room ; Nina alone following, with a
hurried excuse to the company for leaving them. The
door was closed, and the old man quietly smoothing Bar
ry's hair, gently asked the meaning of his heat, agitation
and fright. Barry gradually became more calm ; and
, with a wet cloth washed the dust and blood from
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his hands ; Barry then in broken sentence* explained
matters.
That evening, he said, at about dusk, as lie was pass
ing under the large willows by the run already nearly
steeped in darkness he had heard a voice at his elbow
in the gloom, which bade him go that night at the hour
of nine, to the grave of Courtlandt Von Horn, or some
misfortune would happen to the family. This appoint
ment he was not to mention to any one, or the same evil
would fall upon his uncle. While the voice was speaking
to him his foot had struck against a stone, and he had
stumbled and fallen. He rose and looked around he
saw no one. Though terribly frightened, he had determ
ined to go, and did go to the church-yard. On approach
ing the wall he had observed a figure of large size, clothed
in white, standing upon the tomb of Courtlandt Von
Horn
The old man started back.
" On the tomb of Courtlandt the Tall !" he cried, catch-
ing Barry by the arm.
*' On the very slab," said Barry, trembling.
" Barry, you are deceived," said the old man, turning
pale, " or you are telling me an untruth."
"Never, uncle. I never told a falsehood I saw it!"
Father Von Horn passed his hand across his forehead,
to wipe away the cold sweat which had gathered in large
beads there. Nina's trembling arm was round his neck,
" My mind wanders," said he " what more, Barry
Said it any thing?"
Barry resumed his account. The white figure of the
spectre had risen taller and taller, and suddenly had
glided toward him. Affrighted, he had fled pursued, aa
he thought ; and as he fled, he heard thundered in his
ears, the words, " Courtlandt the Tall forbids this mar
riage ! Courtlandt the Tall forbids this marriage !" He
bad then run faster, and had fallen and hurt his hands,
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but rose again, and had not stopped as they kn>iw
until he reached home.
The old man's head sank, and he looked mournfully at
his daughter. Nina was pale, and her eyes were slowly
filling with tears. She knew too well the family tradi
tion, and her father's immovable resolution.
He took her by the hand, and muttering, "But one
course remains, daughter," entered the room where tiie
guests were assembled.
" Friends," said father Von Horn, " you have been
invited, I believe, to witness the ceremony of my daugh
ter's marriage, two days from this time. I am sorry to
say, it is put off for the present for good and sufficient
reason. Enough, that it must be deferred."
The company received this address with profound aston
ishment. They looked at father Von Horn's firmly re
solved face, at Nina's tearful eyes, bent down head, and
twitching lips, at Mr. William Lyttelton's profoundly
incredulous physiognomy, framed a striking and origin
al portrait by the framework of the door. Nowhere any
information, any satisfactory indication of the meaning of
this mystery. A boy's fright to break off a marriage !
To Mr. Lytteltou, even, father Von Horn gave no satisfac
tory answer, requesting him to call in the morning.
And so the company dispersed with long faces and
astonished looks, knowing not what to think, to believe,
to imagine even. They were nonplused. Last of all,
Mr. Lyttelton went away ; the gentleman who, above
all others, was affected by this strange occurrence. He
left father Von Horn's, not knowing whether to bring an
action for a novel breach of promise, or whether he should
not doubt his own, and the general sanity
CHAPTER XXX.
NINA SETS HER WITS TO "WORK.
WHEN the last guest had disappeared, father Von Horn
went to his daughter, and tenderly took her by the hand.
Nina covered her eyes with the other hand, and shed a
flood of tears of disappointment, mortification, and sor
row.
Father Von Horn was unmoved.
" Know you not, daughter," he said in a low tone,
" that this is a fatal augury in our family an ancestor
haunting his grave on the occasion of a wedding ?"
Nina only sobbed.
" The roof tree would fall and crush us," continued the
old man, solemnly, " were we to persist! Barry has never
yet told an untruth ; but his woeful plight is evidence
enough. Court! andt the Tall has arisen ! The marriage
is broken !"
" Forever, father ?" sobbed Nina.
" Forever, daughter !" the old man replied much
agitated, "it can not be. I could consent to your leav
ing me, though I have nursed you from your mother's
death to the present hour, and seen your infant face merge
itself into childhood, childhood change gradually to girl
hood, womanhood lastly come to place its stamp upon
your forehead. Well ! though I have watched you
through all these changeful ar d happy years, living most
on this earth for you, I could give you to one you loved,
I could part with my jewel to one who seemed to prize it
128 LEATHER AND SILK.
aright But there is another parting which I can not
consent to that parting is the eternal parting on this
earth ; your death !"
" My death, father !"
" Yes, Nina ; were this marriage to take place, how
know I that my daughter would not be the victim of my
weakness. Her death would be the death of two persons
the old worn body would no longer hold to earth, the
poor heart it is getting very old and weary would
wear away its prison before many days of such a grief
had passed. No, daughter, it must not be. Courtlandt
the Tall has arisen !" the old man solemnly said, " the
marriage is broken off, and will not be written in the
Red Book! Enough."
Nina, much touched by her father's words made no
reply only sobbed. Suddenly, however, she was ob
served to start.
" Father," she said, " I know Barry has seen some
thing ; but could not this have been a trick played on
him?"
" A trick ?"
" An imposition, by some one ; just think, father !"
"Who could think of it? Who would presume!"
cried the old man.
" Many would, father."
" To trifle with my family matters, and practice on
my feelings !"
" Father," cried Nina, " the more I think, the more I
am convinced there is some deception in the matter. Just
think."
Father Von Horn was incredulous ; but slowly the
idea seemed to gather weight and probability in his
mind.
"Father," said Nina, "before you break off forever
this marriage, in which my heart is engaged, grant me
ope favor but one, father."
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"What is it, daughter?"
" That you will send invitations for the weauing, for
the day after to-morrow, as before "
Well"
" Then you might go to the church-yard I know it iff
an imposition, father ; and find "
I ?_to the church-yard !"
" Father, I know it is an imposition," crtad Nina ;
" and I think I know who it is. If it is a deception, ; t
will be repeated if it is not, sir, and you see see what
Barry saw, then I will never again mention the subject
of my marriage."
This seemed plausible to father Von Horn ; he feared
the responsibility to his own conscience, too, which he
had incurred, by so abruptly on a child's report, breaking
off the intended marriage. The old man was exceedingly
superstitious this is his excuse far more so than Nina.
Nina wat not superstitious at all ; and so forcible
were her arguments on this occasion, that she won her
father's consent to every thing. The invitations were to
be sent out again, every preparation for the wedding was
to be made for the second evening ; and on the next even
ing the wedding eve her father was to ascertain for
himself, the truth of Barry's relation.
" Donner and Blitzen !" swore father Von Horn, " if it
is a trick !" When Nina heard this famous oath, she
<new that she need say no more
r*
CHAPTER XXXI.
PATffER VON HORN ENCOUNTERS COURTLANDT THfi TALL.
THE afternoon slowly waned, the sunset died away,
aid nine o'clock approached on that fatal night when
father Von Horn was to go forth to meet the shade, or not
the shade, of his ancestor.
Father Von Horn, the more he reflected, the more de
cidedly came to agree with Nina. He was almost certain
now, that some trick had been played upon him, or, which
was far worse, on his name. He accordingly determined
to prepare himself for an encounter with an earthly power,
not, however, going unprepared for unearthly visitants.
Around him pale faces and trembling hands looked on,
and obeyed his bidding. First carae an old rusty sabre
which had hung for nearly half a century on the walls,
and being about to see some service in all probability,
was buckled around the old man's waist by its antique
band. It had belonged to Courtlandt the Tall himself,
and now it was to be used, in a possible contingency,
against his derider or deriders. Then a dark lantern
attached to the end of a stick was produced the lantern
to see by, and the stick to be used on the back of the
person or persons who had taken such unwarrantable
liberties with the Von Horn name ; if indeed the liberty
were not taken by one whose right was unimpeachable
old Courtlandt Von Horn himself.
Thus equipped father Von Horn called Barry and bade
him keep by his side, mounted his horse, the coal black
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Burt, and went forth, accompanied by the child into the
dark night.
It was very dark and threatening heavy thunder
clouds having slowly gathered overhead sweeping from
the western mountains. The moon, struggling through
their, like a storm-beaten ship, over whose lights waves
incessantly break, glimmered and disappeared, and rode
forth again, as the wind swept it onward to the west.
The ravine was flooded. The little tinkling rivulet
was becoming a mountain torrent, each moment growing
larger and larger. The freshet caused by the heavy rains
in the mountains, beat full and tumultuous against the
stone work of the bridge. This stone work trembled and
shook, as the large waves which had bowed huge trees
above, struck against it, rebounding covered with foam
like furious wju-streds in the shock of battle.
Father Yon Horn and Barry crossed the bridge slowly,
and bent their way toward the church-yard. No sound
was heard but the mutterings of thunder far away in the
western mountains, and the heavy footsteps of Burt, or
his uneasy snort as he snuffed up the coming storm.
They approached the church-yard through the profound
darkness, which was only relieved by a few flashes of
lightning and the fitful glimmering of the moon ; the
lantern had been closed securely.
The whole neighborhood was wild and lonely : the
wind sighed in the tall melancholy trees which bowed
and bent toward each other like courteous g : ants, and
across the waste moor by which they drew near the
church-yard, the tall tombstones gleamed like spectres.
Suddenly father Von Horn caught Barry by the arm.
" I have seen something," he said in a whisper, " I
will conceal myself here behind this bush ; show your
self."
Barry obeyed trembling ; and indeed he had no sooner
advanced with faltering steps into the open space in full
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view of the tomb than a flash of lightning revealed to
father Von Horn's terrific 1 siijht gigantic figure stand
ing with uplifted arms upon the grave of Courtlaiult
the Tall! The flash of lightning, however, had another
effect; it revealed thf old German to the spectre. The
consequence was ih.it tho white figure leaped the stone
wall with remark ;il)l-' utility, and the moon just then
sailing slowly futli \va.s seen scudding across the com
mon toward a clump of bushes at the distance of somi
hundred yards.
Father V >n Hum's superstitious fears disappeared like
magic, and ;'ull nf wrath he put spurs to Burt, and sweep
ing like a Mihstutitial whirlwind toward the ghost would
have immediately overtaken him but. for a very simple
but a!.>o \vrv unlucky circumstance. There grazed in ar
the clump of hughes mentioned, quietly and peacefully, a
n"hle mare, milk white and fleet as a deer, which ev< iy
l*xly in tht; borough was well acquainted with ; the ghost
already inm^iii'-d himself in the clutches of his enemy
v In n this chance of escape presented itself.
Hurt, with fiery nostrils, which emitted clouds of vapor
in the ehill air, heavy breathing, and energetic gallop was
sw.-epin^ toward him ; on Burt's back a gentleman whose
name had been trifled with, whose family traditions ridi
culed, and whose superstitious ideas had been made a
laughing stock of by the ghost.
The ghost was naturally averse to any encounter with
this personage at the moment in question ; so wrapping
about him his sheet, he leaped with one vigorous bound,
on the back of the startled and neighing animal and
clasping him round the ueck, took to the open road at
lightning speed.
CHAPTER XXXII.
THE DEAD GO FAST.
BEHIND the spectre father Von Horn came on wrath-
fully. His metal was completely aroused, and he determ
ined that the comedy should end definitely then, if not
there.
He therefore spurred Burt to his topmost speed, and
thus kept up with the fugitive if he did not gain ground.
They ran thus for nearly two miles, the ghost doubling
and winding in the numerous cross roads, endeavoring
without success to throw his pursuer off the scent. It
was all in vain. Father Von Horn followed him by the
noise of his steps, and the occasional moonlight, without
difficulty. By one of those numerous doubles in the road
the ghost either advisedly, or from not perceiving the
bearing of surrounding objects, which was very natural in
one so agitated bore down again upon Martinsburg.
Behind him his pursuer rode as swiftly. Through the
fitful moonlight, over hills, down rocky descents, up rug
ged ascents, into Queen-street, toward the I ridge, they
came revealed to view only by the occasional lightning
flashes, breaking with the roar of thunder. !> h tul,
father Von Horn with streaming hair, swirging lantern,
and rattling sabre, bore on like a tornado.
Before, another sight was seen. There \vns tli i_ r li<>.<t
wrapped in his sheet, clinging like a VHV to his lurse's
mane, or rather neck, for he was lying mi tin- animal
with one arm round his neck, ever UIK! auoti casting
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affrighted glances behind at his pursuer. They looked
horse and horseman like one of those singular figures
which Retzsch delighted to outline for the German bal
lads.
Suddenly a terrific roar was heard, louder than wind,
thunder, or torrent. The bridge had given way with ;i
crash, and horrible to relate, the ghost and father Voi
Horn, before they could check their horses, were precip ; -
tated into the raging current.
The spectre horseman and his steed sunk, then ros*
again. Looming above the waves like a rising sun, father
Von Horn tried to save his horse, but poor Burt seemed
to have gone down, and a gigantic surge swept over tho
glimmering lantern. Within two yards of the shore tho
ghost redoubled his exertions, and soon the mare raised
her forelegs, and clinging to the bank like a dog, emerged
from the water. A large wave behind them suddenly
took the form of a man and horse, the old German rose
from the wave, and by a desperate effort followed. Both
then, pursuer and pursued, swept on, the white mare
turning into the German quarter.
The race had been close, but the spectre of Courtlandt
the Tall might even then have achieved his escape, at the
pace he was going, and so returned quietly to lie down in
his tomb, but for an unfortunate accident. Just when
their speed had begun once more to mend, and when they
had reached the open space before father Von Horn's door,
the mare stumbled in the darkness, rolled her rider on the
ground, and frightened at the quick gathering lights and
faces, disappeared like a spectre steed, leavi ig the spec
tre jockey to his fate.
The whole household ran out father Von Horn drew
near, and in the midst of all the ghost rose, and throwing
the sheet on the ground, looked with a mixture of phlegm
and defiance on the crowd. '!' \v.i.- no other than
Mr. Hans Hnddleshi
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* Sir," said father Von Horn gravely, "you have done
a most unworthy thing. It is neither graceful or becom
ing for one so well descended as yourself, to thus trifle
with the traditions of an honest family. Gro, sir, you are
sufficiently punished ; there is no enmity between us !"
And giving Burt to a servant, father Von Horn turned
his back on Mr. Huddleshingle, who returned homeward,
devoured with rage, mortification, and despair.
Nina threw her arms round her father's neck, and joy
fully kissed him.
" Did I not tell you so, father," she cried, " I knew
that odious man was the person, yesterday ; I was almost
certain, at least, for he heard us talking about the Red
Book and grandfather."
"You were right, my daughter," said the old man,
panting with his violent ride, "now the marriage may
take place, I hope, in peace."
And they all entered the house.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
MR. LYTTELTON 18 MADE TO UNDERSTAND.
THE household were seated discussing the strange
incident which had just occurred, when the face of Mr.
William Lyttelton was seen at the door; and that gen
tleman gravely stalked in, shaking the rain drops from his
hat.
" You mentioned the hour of ten, I believe, sir," he said
to father Von Horn, taking out his watch, " and then you
promised me an explanation of this most extraordinary
occurrence."
" Be seated, Mr. Lyttelton," said the old man, who had
changed his dripping clothes, but was still panting, " I
shall get my breath again very soon."
Mr. Lyttelton sat down, betraying as much astonish
ment as his face was capable of expressing. As yet he
was wholly ignorant of what we have narrated for the
reader in detail namely, the family tradition of the Von
Horns, the explanation of Barry's fright on the previous
evening, and the catastrophe related in the last chapter.
The solemn gentleman was completely at a loss ; he was
wandering about in the mazes of conjecture, like a blind
man in the night time, like a huge learned-looking owl in
the day time. He understood nothing; and now called
by appointment to hear the statement of the case, from
his intended father-in-law.
" You were, no doubt, very much astonished yesterday,"
father Von Horn said after a pause of some minutes, " at
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the abrupt manner in which I dismissed my guests. "Well
sir, you had, I confess, some right to be surprised. Lis
ten, and you shall judge for yourself."
The old German then related to Mr. Lyttelton the whole
affair from beginning to end, making no mystery of hia
family superstition, but offering for it no apology. Mr.
Lyttelton stretched his eyes to their greatest possible
width ; solemnly rubbed one side of his nose with his
long finger ; shook his head with an oracularity which
expressed folio volumes ; and in one word, exhibited all
those signs of astonishment which men are accustomed
to exhibit, on hearing a strange and unaccountable cir
cumstance narrated. Father Von Horn with a mixture
of amusement and indignation, concluded by detailing
the final catastrophe and signal overthrow, in a double
sense, of Mr. Huddleshingle.
"And now," said he, "you have the whole matter,
and may comprehend these singular events complete
ly."
" I understand," said Mr. Lyttelton gravely, " This
gentleman Mr. Huddleshingle I think you call him
well deserves a severe punishment at my hands."
" No, no," said father Von Horn, regaining his cheerful
good-humor, "his father and myself were friends. I
must not disgrace him more than he has disgraced him
self."
" Hum !" muttered Mr. Lyttelton, "but I was not his
father's friend, sir."
" You ?" said the old man, laughing.
" No ; and I hold it to be my right and my duty to
take notice of this insult to "
" To whom, friend William ?"
" To Nina."
" Why, you are too fast!" said father Von Horn, mer
rily " Nina is not your wife yet. Until then n
Mr. Lyttelton smiled.
138 LEATHER AND SII.K.
"She soon will be, I hope, sir. To-morrow j
I believe, is fixed upon for the wedding."
"See, Nina," said father Von Horn, shaking with
laughter, " if you allow him to take things into his own
hands so completely now before your marriage, what will
you do when he is your lord and master ?"
Nina blushed, and glanced at the solemn face of her
lover. That gentleman considered himself, possibly, very
well repaid for the banter which had given him that lov.
ing glance.
" Well, sir," he said gravely to the old man, " I sup-
pose now the wedding may take place without further
difficulty. I am ready, and so is Nina, I believe ; I am
naturally anxious," added Mr. Lyttelton, with as much
diffidence as his profession had left him master of, " to
have the ceremony over; if Nina, therefore, throws no
obstacle in the way "
" Oh !" said Nina, much embarrassed.
" To-morrow evening will be our wedding-day."
" Or wedding-evening : I don't think you will be fur
ther troubled by insolent triflers, like Mr. Huddleshin-
gle," said father Von Horn. "The wedding will take
place ; and friend William, I wish you all happiness.
We all do. We are all here now, and all are pleased
that Nina has chosen so worthy a gentleman as yourself
for her husband ; all of us with the exception of my
wild nephew, Max, who appeared some time since you
recollect, in the character of Romeo, on the evening of
Mrs. 's examination. He is off in the mountains
with hunter John, and no doubt will be much surprised
when he receives the message I sent him. I am afraid
he has wandered deeper into the mountains, though to
Mr. Emberton's, or other of his friends ; and will not
return until the marriage is over. Max is a wild dog,
but we all love him ; I hope hn will be in time."
At that moment the li"'- < of a horse were heard
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upon the hard ground without the sound suddenly
ceased and a footstep was distinguished upon the grav
eled walk leading to the door. The door opened, and the
figure of Max appeared upon the threshold, his clothes
soiled with dust, his face agitated, one hand pressed upon
his heart as if t< still its tumultuous beating.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
MAX APPEARS AGAIN UPON THE SCENE.
MAX closed the door and came in, bowing with gloomy
embarrassment to the company.
" Welcome, my boy," said father Von Horn, kindly
offering his hand to the young man, " why did you force
us to send you word of Nina's wedding? You ought, be
sides, to have been back long since to your law. Ah!
the mountain winds are a bad thing for students unless
students are sick from too much study, which I take it
is not the case with Mr. Romeo. Why, what's the mat
ter, Max ?" continued father Von Horn, " your hand is
cold and trembles. Are you sick ?"
" No, sir nothing u stammered Max, sitting down
moodily, " I rode very fast."
"Why so?"
" I wished to arrive in time," said Max, bitterly ; " I
thought cousin Nina might be married, as she has been
courted and won, while I was absent."
Nina saw the storm she had feared, rapidly approach
ing ; not only in the unusual address of the young man
he had called her formally cousin Nina but in his
moody and agitated looks and tones, so different from that
merry and joyous manner habitual with him. There
was a bitterness in his voice, too, which jarred upon her
heart. The old man also noticed this change in Max's
usual bearing, and said :
*' Married while you were absent say you, nephew ?
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Well pray whose fault would that have been, had jou in
tleed not returned ? Nina could not tell Mr. Lyttelton
that you were off on a hunting expedition, and appoint
the day after your return for her wedding-day. Come,
come ! you are weary and out of humor ; get Max somo
supper, Nina."
"I am not hungry, sir," said Max, his eyes filling with
tears of sorrow and mortification, " and I could not eat."
"Riding usually gives me an appetite," said Mr
Lyttelton, phlegmatically.
" It has not me," said Max coldly.
Mr. Lyttelton saw an opening for a joke ; he caught at
it with the energy of an advocate who sees a weak point
in his opponent's case.
"Perhaps you are in love," said he smiling; "that I
jelieve is fatal to the appetite."
Max's eye suddenly blazed ; and he met Mr. Lyttel-
ton's glance with one of such defiance that that gentle
man was profoundly astonished.
" In love, sir ?" said the young man sternly. " What
do you mean ?"
Father von Horn rose and laid his hand on the young
man's shoulder.
" Max," he said, "you must really be unwell, or some
thing has put you out of humor. You speak to Mr.
Lyttelton as if he were your personal enemy !"
Max uttered not a syllable in denial of his uncle's
hypothesis.
" I am not aware that I have said any thing impolite,
sir," said Mr. Lyttelton.
" Oh father !" said Nina, coming forward with tears in
her eyes ; " don't speak harshly to Max ; I know he ia
unwell and irritable you know like me so often."
"Why daughter," said the old man, "I had no inten
tion of speaking harshly to Max. He is not a child for
me to rate for ill-behavior. Come, my boy, throw off your
142 LEATHEB AND SILK.
ferocious frowns which I am at my wits' ends
and sit down. You must have some supper, it is nearly
eleven o'clock ; and you must be hungry."
" Nearly eleven ?" interrupted Mr. Lyttelton looking
at his watch ; " so it is, sir. Well I must go, as I have
a record to study to-night. Good-night, sir," he added
shaking by the hand father Von Horn, who endeavored to
prevail on him to stay longer, alleging with great polite
ness the earliness of the hour, " and good-night, Nina.
Be ready to-morrow."
Having said good-by, Mr. Lyttelton might have very
properly retired, but he waited as usual for the sound of
Nina's voice, beseeching him to stay ; perhaps for the
conjugal kiss which she usually bestowed upon his oracu
lar lips. If Mr. Lyttelton lingered for such a purpose he
lingered in vain. Nina neither asked him to remain, nor
seemed at all disposed to grant him a " salute," or made
any movement forward even to press his hand before his
departure. And if the reader fails to comprehend the
rationale of this phenomenon we are quite sure we could
not, in a whole volume, convey to him any accurate idea
upon the subject. Mr. Lyttelton, therefore, departed
with scarcely any recognition of the fact on the part
of Nina ; he knew not what to think, but decided upon
the propriety of jealousy, in which the handsome face of
Max entered and play <J a distinguished part.
Father Von Horn came back holding the candle with
which he had lit his guest out, and unmistakably yawned ;
then declared he felt exceedingly sleepy and then, hav
ing told Nina and Max good-night, without a trace of ill
humor toward the young man in his manner, retired to
bed. Nina got up to follow him Max with his head
turned away took no notice of the movement.
Nina went up to him, and took his hand.
" Max," she said in a lo>& tone, " are you angry with
me?"
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"No," said the young man turning away.
" Why are you so cold to me, then ?" said Nria.
Max raised his head, and a profound sigh, which
seemed to relieve his heart, broke from him.
" Am I cold to you ?" he said, " I did not mean to be
cold to you ; indeed it would be very ridiculous in me to
be giving myself airs as if I was some important person.
I hope you will forgive me, if I have annoyed you."
Nina was much moved at the profoundly sad tones in
which these words were uttered.
" No, you have not annoyed me, Max ; but you called
me when you came in cousin Nina, and I thought you
were angry with me."
" I am not angry with you," Max said, in a low voice.
" But, Max ! something is the matter with you ! Max
you distress me ; I am ready to cry and I will cry in a
minute if you don't tell me what you are so distressed
about. Is it can it be Max, can it be ! " stammered
the young girl blushing.
" Yes !" said Max, rising.
For a moment their agitated glances met ; Max lean
ing, pale and statue-like, against the tall mantle-piece,
Nina standing upright without the power of moving. For
a moment they stood thus silent, and motionless ; then
Nina sank into a chair, and covered her face which was
full of tears and blushes.
" Nina," said the young man, a passionate sob tear
ing its way from hi? breast, " I loved you ! I love you
now more than ever. I left you without dreaming of
this and when I received the intelligence I raved
awhile as unfortunate people always have done, and al
ways will do. I thought your heart that wealth more
vast than earth could give me was at least half my
own. I was mistaken, and for a time my breast was
a storm, which tore it and blackened for the moment
every thing around me. Well, well ! the storm has sub-
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sided will subside in time, I hope, wholly ; I will try <?
curb this foolish agitation which is only food for laugh
ter"
"Oh, Max Max! " sobbed Nina.
" You arc right, Nina. This is very foolish in me 1
know," he said, " and I will trouble you no more. This
thing came on me like a thunder-olap, and I was surprised,
that is all. Don't let my gloominess disturb you ; and
now I will not stand here groaning and sighing. Good-
night !"
And leaving Nina in tears, Max went up to his room.
Once more alone his feelings, softened no longer by the
pleading face of Nina, were lashed again into tumultuous
waves. He recalled those ironical words of Mr. Lyttel-
ton such he supposed them to be " perhaps you are in
love ;" he treasured up that gentleman's cool smile, and
at the end of half an hour had made up his mind that he
had insulted him. What to do ? That was the ques
tion.
This question tormented him through all the long
hours of that weary night. Striding up and down the
room, agitated by a thousand thoughts, Max could, after
hours of thought, determine upon nothing.
The dawn found him still pacing up and down. HP
took his hat and descended, meeting in the dining-room
with aunt Jenny. Aunt Jenny immediately unfolded
the events of the last two days ; the spectre the night
ride the catastrophe.
Max caught at this with sombre pleasure ; and smiling
scornfully left the house ; on what errand we shall dis
cover.
CHAPTER XXXV.
M. PANTOUFLE'S LAST LESSON AND WHAF CAME c? 31.
AT eleven in the forenoon of the eventful day, on the
morning of which we have seen Max leave his uncle's,
and on the evening of which Nina was to give her hand
away to Mr. Lyttelton, M. Pantoufle Xaupi, or as we
have elected to call him therein sustained by general
usage M. Pantoufle simply, called to give the young
girl her last lesson in music.
M. Pantoufle made much capital, so to speak, out of
this event. He was profuse in his bows and congratula
tions paid his pupil many sly compliments on her good
looks and made more than one courteously- worded, para
phrased allusion to the happy event.
It might with truth be said that M. Pantoufle, on this
occasion, not for one instant kept an upright position in
the young girl's presence. He had brought with him a
magazine of bows, smiles, shrugs, grimaces, from which
he drew those graceful weapons in profusion, and shot
them at his lovely pupil with prodigal politeness. His
hand never once released the richly-laced cocked hat ;
the richly-laced cocked hat but rarely left the owner's
heart ; the owner of the heart had apparently but one
desire on earth to bow to the lady's very feet.
Nina took her seat at the harpsichord, and struck the
keys.
" What divine touch !" cried M. Pantoufle in an
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" Come, M. Pantoufle," said Nina, " you are in a oom
plimentary vein this morning. I am not in a laughing
humor. My lesson please."
" The last ah, ma'mselle, the last."
" What do you mean ?"
" 'Tis the last lesson."
"Well!"
" Before the happy event."
" My marriage, you mean?"
'Yes, ma'mselle."
" Well come now."
" I could teach ma'mselle no more.* 1
" Teach me no more ? pshaw !"
" 'Tis true, ma'mselle."
" Why I play very badly."
" Badly ! mon Dieu /"
"You know it."
" You play divinely, ma'mselle !"
" Pshaw ! come let us begin."
" With pleasure."
" Which piece ?"
" This, ma'mselle."
And Monsieur Pantoufle took from his pun folio a pteoo
of music.
" 'Tis new," he said.
" And pretty ?"
" Oh, charming !"
" Strike it."
Monsieur Pantoufle, with polite easv, sat down and ran
his fingers over the instrument.
" Why, it is not pretty," said Nina,
" That is the prelude settlement"
" Well, go on."
Monsieur Pantoufle commenced the piece with a brill-
iant flourish, and then ran through it, the music rattling
like miniature thunder, and glittering, so to speak, like
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lightning. Nina did not interrupt him. He finished
and turned round. Nina's eyes were full of tears.
" 'Tis pretty, is it not?" said Monsieur Pantoufle, not
observing her emotion.
" Very," said Nina, turning away, " I have heard Max
humming it a great deal within the last month : no, be
fore that ;" Nina added, mournfully.
" I teach him," said Monsieur Pantoufle, with a polite
grimace.
" Have you seen him to-day ?"
Monsieur Pantoufle looked mysterious.
" Yes, ma'mselle," he said.
" Did he look well ?"
"Well?"
" I mean in good spirits bien aise he was sick last
night."
" Sick, eh?" said Monsieur Pantoufle, evading the ques
tion.
" Malade: was he well, I say, to-day?"
" Why, ma'mselle, I must confess, he look badly."
" What was he doing ?"
" Writing," said Monsieur Pantoufle, innocently.
" What, pray ?"
" Ah, you must ask him, ma'mselle," replied Monsieur
Pantoufle, laying his hand carefully upon the inside of
his cocked hat, and bowing politely.
" Well, sir now we will go on, if you please," said
Nina, listlessly ; and she again took her seat at the harp
sichord. Monsieur Pantoufle betook himself to his duty,
with elegant ease.
The lesson lasted half an hour, at the end of which
time the music-master rose to take his departure. This
was not, however, as easy a matter as many persons may
suppose. First he gathered up his musi.c, and placed it
carefully in his port-folio ; then he carefully tied the
utriugs of the port-folio, and placed it under his left arm.
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There was still, however, the arduous task of getting oat
of the room, and inmi the young girl's presence, without
turning his back. Th.-n was made apparent Monsieui
Fantoufle's elegance un.i jrace ; his masterly attainments
in hall-room science. He ambled, he sidled, he trod
mincingly on his tor.>, he bowed, grimaced, shrugged his
shoulders, and rctrfnt^d gradually, accompanying every
step backward \v,th a compliment. At his third polite
speech, he had reached the old clock, at his fifth the bible
stand, at his sn-viitli the threshold of the door. There
with his << :ked I. at pressed devotedly on his heart, his
head inclined \vr the right shoulder, his feet artistically
fixed tnrith>T. In- iuade Nina a most profound bow, and
so took hi.- Ifiiv. , smiling serenely happy.
Ho luul i. nt observed the fact that a note elegantly
folded had lulieii from his hat upon the floor.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
THE LAST OF MAX COURTLANDT IN MAR TINSBURO.
IT was not until half an hour after Monsieur Pantoufle's
departure, that Nina chanced to see the note lying on the
floor. Thinking 4 was one f the invitations which she
had dropped, she picked it up and opened it. Running
her eye hastily over it or rather over hoth, for there
were two notes folded for the sake of convenience together,
she started and turned pale.
" Oh, me!" cried Nina, in an agonized tone, "how coula
Max"
" Why, daughter," said the voice of father Von Horn,
behind her, " what pray, has moved you so ? I should
imagine that this note you are reading, was your sentence
of death. I heard you say * Max :' what has he to do
with it ? a real mystery !"
Nina placed the notes in her father's hands, with an
expression of anxious terror. Father Von Horn ran his
eye over them.
"Where did these come from?" he said, indignantly,
" I see Mr. Pantoufle's name here !"
" He must have dropped them."
" Dropped them ?"
"He has just gone, father; he came to give me n.y
music lesson."
Father Von Horn again read the notes >vii! frowning
brow.
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' I'll see to tliis !" he cried, " where is Max my
nephew ho, there I"
" Here I am, sir," said the young man, gravely enter
ing ; his hair disordered like his dress ; his faoe pale and
sombre.
"Do you know this writing?" said father Von Horn,
angrily striking the paper with his finger, and holding it
op before his nephew's eyes.
The young man looked at it, and betrayed some emo
tion.
" I ask you if you know it ?"
" Yes, sir," Max replied, gloomily, " I know it, for 1
wrote it myself; though I do not know how you could
have procured it."
" Mr. Pantoufle, sir "
" Mr. Pantoufle has degraded himself," said the young
man, scornfully. " If he has brought it to yoc, sir, I can
not understand how you consented to open it."
" He did not bring it he dropped it. But I should, in
any event have read it without hesitation."
The young man remained silent and gloomy, stand
ing motionless.
" Yes, without hesitation," repeated father Von Horn,
working himself into a passion, " I hold it to be my right,
as well as my duty, to prevent so unchristian and bloody
an encounter. This, sir, is a challenge "
" Yes, sir two challenges."
" And to whom, in heaven's name, but the intended hus
band of my daughter."
Nina fell sobbing into a chair
" Yes, sir," said Max, with gloomy composure, " to
\f r. William Lyttelton, and to the worthy gentleman who
yesterday played a disgraceful trick upon your family.
Uncle !" cried the young man, losing his calmness, and
speaking in a voice of great bitterness, " this thing
went too far! Last night, this Mr. Lyttelton scoffed at
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my agitation upon meeting Nina ; laughed at me, uttered
cruel and unmannerly jests at my expense ! I could have
forgiven that, though my blood is none of the coolest,
when a man deliberately does me wrong. I went to my
chamber I recalled every word, every look, every insult
ing accent, and in spite of all, I determined to do nothing,
to pass by all these insults, because Nina, Nina loved
this man !" Max said, through his teeth. " In the morn
ing, I heard of the infamous trick Mr. Huddleshingle had
been guilty of. He, at least, was a proper object for me
to spend my anger upon, and I went straight to write
him a defiance. On the way, I met Mr. Lyttelton, who
bowed superciliously, and a second time insulted me! I
added his name to Mr. Huddleshingle's ; he was in
worthy company."
The young man stopped, mastered by his agitation
and overwhelmed with rage, jealousy, and despair.
" Sir," said father Von Horn, " you have been guilty
of an unchristian and criminal act !"
" Yes, sir, and ridiculous ! I know that all. Mr
Lyttelton, I suppose, will refuse to fight with his wife's
cousin ! A mere boy, too ! Yes, sir, I know I am ridic
ulous; but I have been wronged, and I will right my
wrong !"
" You are mad ! I forbid your keeping this appoint
ment. I will go at once to this miserable dancing-mas
ter, who is your second forsooth in this unholy matter '
Nephew, I forbid your stirring one step further : I forbid
your leaving the house until I return. You have beeo
guilty of a criminal and most unchristian act !" repeated
the old man, laboring under great excitement. " There is
Nina, almost in a fainting fit on the day of her marriage!
Here am I, an old gray-headed man. with a heart lacerated
by your conduct! I forbid your leaving this house, sir,
till my return and were you twice as old as you are, I
would still forbid you. To your room, sir I"
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And father Von Horn angrily putting on his hat hut
ried off to Monsieur Pantoufle's.
Max stood overcome with a thousand emotions ; anger,
jealousy, mortified pride, and bitter sorrow by turns raged
in his heart. His eye fell upon Nina, whose bosom was
shaken with a storm of sobs.
" Great God !" cried the young man, " is it possible
that this hell should have come into the place I was so
happy in before. Can you be so changed, Nina ! Answer
me not; I am going; but not to meet your husband.
No ! that is all over. But I go ; were I to stay the roof
tree would fall and crush me !"
And Max hurried to his chamber. Closing the door,
he sat down in great agitation ; and for a moment strove
to collect his bitter and wandering thoughts. Then
seizing a pen he commenced writing.
As he wrote his agitation changed slowly into a sombre
melancholy. Then a few tears gathered in his eyes and
ran down upon the paper. In a quarter of an hour he
rose, leaving the sheet open upon the table.
He looked for some minutes around him, at the old
familiar objects ; a profound sigh or rather a groan, burst
from his heart : and he went out slowly. Descending to
the stable he saddled his horse the gift of his aunt
mounted, and just as dusk began to fall upon the quiet
tcwn went forth toward the south.
CtiAPTEft XXXVIL
NINA'S WEDDING AND MAX'S LETTER.
FATHER Von Horn found Monsieur Pantoufle " not at
home" which circumstance was perhaps attributable to
the fact that that gentleman had seen him approaching
and, quietly instructing his servant what to say to his
visitor, had ensconced himself in his chamber.
Immediately upon his return father Von Horn ask :d
for Max and was informed that he had gone to his cham
ber. After a moment's reflection the old man determined
to leave him undisturbed for a time, hoping that after an
hour or two his agitation and excitement would cool down,
and that this most unpleasant affair would be ended by a
frank explanation between himself and the young man.
Besides the wedding guests before very long began to
assemble, and his attention was attracted for the moment
to this more urgent matter.
The wedding was as gay as weddings usually are
music, dancing, and feasting were the order of the even
ing, and Nina never had looked prettier her friends in
formed her, albeit there lingered in her pensive eyes some
evidence of the agitating scenes through which she had
so lately passed. But Nina's mind was now compara
tively relieved ; her father had assured her that the whole
matter had blown over like a wind without injuring any
one ; and lastly, the young girl saw there before her the
gentleman whose valuable life had been so lately threat
ened, solemn and grave as usual it was true, but undeni-
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ably enjoying excellent health and spirits. So when the
young girl stood up to be married, blushing and timid as
young girls will be tm such interesting occasions, she
looked radiantly beautiful and joyful.
They were married ; and then commenced anew the
feasting and revelry which were made such hearty affairs
of by our valiant and great forefathers valiant as
trenchermen as in other ways ; and those fair ladies we
look back upon with so much admiration and affection.
The stately minuet bowed itself through its complicated
part, the gay reel whirled merry couples through its joy
ous mazes ; the merriment and uproar was complete.
Then it was that father Von Horn, having heard nothing
of Max, determined to go and seek him.
He found the room empty ; nowhere any trace of the
young man. His eye fell on the letter Max had written ;
and foreboding something, with that instinct of the heart
whose wonderful power so often displays itself, the old
man took it, and read it hurriedly, with many heavy
sighs and mournful shakings of the head.
The letter was written very hastily, with evident agita
tion on the writer's part, and many portions were blotted
with his tears.
It ran as follows :
" I must leave you, uncle ; I ask your pardon for this
act, because you have always been most kind to me,
much kinder and more affectionate than I deserved, I
know. Just now I was angry, my blood was hot and I
uttered words which I should not have uttered. Pardon
this, too for my brain is still heated, and my hand trem
bles with agitation. I am going away, because I feel
that I can not remain ; not on account of your harsh words
which irritated me at the moment ; I no longer feel any
irritacion. It is not on account of those words, but be
cause I should be miserable, a mere walking automaton
LEATHER AND SILK. . 15fc
if I were to remain longer in the place where my heart
has been so cruelly torn not by any one's fault no !
by my destiny.
"I can write down here, what I should utter with diffi
culty I loved Nina more than as a mere cousin, too much
to hear of her marriage with equanimity. My heart is
even now, painfully affected by the despair I felt, on
receiving the intelligence of her engagement though I
have done all in my power to curb this feeling. I did
not know how much I loved her until I 'lost her ; so be
it! But I can not prevent this tear from falling on the
paper. I can not calm my feelings. Oh, I loved her so
much, sir ! She was my playmate, my friend, my cousin,
and I thought that she would be my wife. This is, i
know, ridiculous ; you will think it more so still, when
you reflect how mere a child I have always seemed, even
to the present hour so light, so boyish ; but I loved
Nina as no man else could, and love her still. May every
blessing be hers and yours, sir !
" I do not know where I am going any where. 1 only
know I can not stay here. My heart feels dead or burns ;
my brain is by turns apathetic and feverish ; it would
continue ; I should be a shadow mournful and sombre
stalking in your way. Different scenes may change
me, and restore that thoughtless gayety which I had once.
Now, I must go.
" You have been a father to me, uncle ; God bless you !
Pardon me for leaving you thus ; I must ; my brain is
unsettled, but steady enough to show me that this de
parture is necessary. Again, for all your kindness to me
may God bless you. I loved you dearly, sir and will
always. It racks my heart to write these lines ; my hand
trembles, my eyes flush with fever and passionate tears.
All is dark before me ; I am in a dream ; my thoughts
wander.
" Heaven bless you and Nina, sir. My going will
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not hurt Barry, sir : Barry is so dear to me, you know ;
take care of him, uncle ! Tell Nina good-by, for me ; I
hope she will be happy, and not be too angry with me
God bless her and all, and do not think too hard of me.
Take care of Barry, uncle. Farewell.
" MAXIMILIAN COURTLANDT."
"Alas !" murmured the old man, raising his heud, sor
rowfully, with a deep sigh. That sigh was answered by
another behind him ; Nina had stolen from the company,
on the same errand which had drawn her father away.
" He b gone, Nina," said the old man, " and here is hia
letter."
Nina read it, sobbing.
" There is no help for it, daughter,*' said father Von
Horn ; " but may Heaven guide the boy."
The merry music floated to them ; below all was joy
ous uproar ; above, in the solitary chamber, all anxiety
and gloom. Then were heard merry voices calling Nina,
and drying her eyes, she went down. The old man's
.Viead sank, and again he murmured sadly that mournful
word, "alas!"
PART II.
IN THE VALLEY OF MEADOW BBJLNCE
C1J AFTER I.
A NEW AND AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.
IT was just at sunset of a fine September day ij. the
year of grace 181, nearly five years after the events we
have narrated, that a traveler coming from the east, that
is to say from the direction of Martinsburg, stopped upon
the " Third Hill Mountain" some miles to the west of
that town, to rest his horse for a moment before descend
ing into the little valley beneath. " Sleepy Creek Mount
ain" stretched just in front of him across the narrow
glen, and the round red orb, about to disappear, had
kindled the tall pines upon its summit into a blaze, and
like a bonfire threw the long shadows of tree and rock and
knoll, down the declivity into " Meadow Branch Valley."
The traveler was much struck by the fair picture, so
quiet and so lovely ; but after gazing upon it for a few
moments, he touched his magnificent sorrel with the spur
and went on again, down the mountain, breasting the
full red rays which lit up radiantly his rich dress, and
Irown closely trimmed hair and beard, and his fine smiling
face. His object was apparently to reach some friendly
shelter before the cool September breeze made the open air
uncomfortable. Besides he seemed to have ridden far and
naturally looked about him now for a night's resting-place.
Ho had nearly reached the base of the mountain, and,
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seeing no habitation near, had begun to look with forlorn
interest on a large Dutch barn and dwelling-house far to
the south, when coming out from a clump of pines which,
just in his front obscured the view, he found himself
close to a mountain-dwelling.
"Ah," murmured the stranger, "where were my
thoughts wandering ? Might I not have expected to find
precisely at this spot what I now see !"
And with a well-satisfied smile he approached the
nouse. at the door of which was seated a tall powerful
mountaineer.
The mountaineer was apparently above sixty, with hair
nearly white with age ; not wholly, for many dark threads
still remained relieving the silver sheen of the rest. He
was very plainly the owner and lord of the mansion, and
at the moment when the stranger drew near, was caress
ing with his vigorous hand a tall deer-hound, who sub
mitted with evident pleasure to this agreeable ceremony.
The traveler courteously saluted him, dismounting as
he spoke ; then in a voice, open and frank, but slightly
French in accent, he said
" May I crave a night's lodging, sir ? I see no houses
of entertainment any where, and find myself somewhat at
a loss for a night's rest."
" You are very welcome, sir," said the mountaineer,
rising, " make my house your own ; such as it is."
" I thank you, sir," replied the stranger, "but will not
my horse embarrass you ?"
" We'll see to him we'll see to him. A fine animal
he is too. He shall stand by my own, and feed as well."
" Thanks, sir many thanks for your hospitality," the
traveler said with a smile.
" There's no thanks owing to me, sir. I'm a poor
man, but would think myself not doing my duty to turn
away a guest. Wife," added the mountaineer, turn
ing toward the house from ivhich came the busy hum of
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a spinning-wheel, "here is a friend who will stop with
us. My wife, sir Mrs. Myers. My own name is John
Myers at your service."
The old dame came to the door and courtesied, smiling
cheerfully : then betook herself to preparing the supper.
" My own name," the traveler said, " is Doctor Thomas ;
and while supper is getting ready, my good sir, I will
with your leave see to my horse. We are old friend?; I
must not slight him."
" I like you the better for that, guest," the mountaineer
replied in his hearty voice, " and I'll go with you, and lei
you see that all's right."
Thereupon the mountaineer led the way to a rude, but
well constructed shed, some few paces behind the house;
and opened the door. It was already occupied by a large
black horse, who might have borne Goliah upon his broad
back ; but at his side was a vacant stall, and here the
traveler saw his steed, comfortably housed, with a plen
tiful feed. They then returned toward the house. Thia
was a building of some size, of logs hewn smooth with
the ax, the spaces between carefully plastered to exclude
rain and wind. The roof was of clapboards, held down
by long poles fixed across them, and the chimneys one
at each end were of large brown stone. In front was an
antique "hominy sweep," with its heavy pestle, and at a
little distance, a scaffolding, where, to judge by the pile
of wood-dust, the " whip-saw" of former days, was still
made to do duty.
There was about this house, little that did not remind
you of that picturesque past, of our Virginia border, which
has scarcely left any trace of its habitudes and peculiari
ties in our own day. Every thing spoke of former days the
hominy sweep, the whip-saw, the clap-boards of the roof
and all this the traveler seemed to gaze on, with a loi
ing eye, for its very antique rudeness.
They entered.
CHAPTER II.
THE HUNTER'S DWELLING.
INSIDE, all was quite as old-fashioned as without. The
fireplace was broad and large ; and in addition to the
long rifle, there hung above it, fishing-rods, almanacs, and
bundles of pepper pods : and in the middle an old Dutch
clock ticked cheerfully. The chairs were of wicker-work,
and the table of heavy oak. In one corner a flight of stairs
wound up to the small rooms above ; beyond this flight of
stairs, a half opened door permitted a glimpse of an apart
ment, which, from its great neatness and simplicity, was
inhabited by a child apparently, most probably by a young
girl, since taste was every where very evident in its deco
rations; a taste of that refined and elegant description
which it is never the good fortune of the ruder sex to pos
sess. The very arrangement of the simple furniture, the
light in which the few cheaply-framed pictures were hung,
the small hanging shelves of books, all neatly in their
places, the chair, with its pretty calico covering, the lit
tle table, the lingering flowers so gracefully trained around
the window all gave the traveler good reason to believe
that the occupant of the small chamber was a female.
The large apartment in which he found himself, had a
wholly different character ; and just as plainly with its
large chair, and guns, and hunting-horns was the
mountaineer's ; though, certainly, not his sleeping- room,
which adjoined it.
The traveler seemed to be satisfied, with the single
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glance he had cast upon these objects. His eye, trained
to observe quickly and thoroughly, after completing its
survey of the apartment, no longer fixed itself upon these
material surroundings.
" Sit down, Doctor," said the mountaineer, " we are all
very plain people in this neighborhood, but you are wel
come to all we have. From foreign parts, I judge ?"
" Why do you judge so, host ?"
" From your way of talking," said the hunter, laugh
ing silently, " and "
"Why do you stop?" the traveler said, smiling too,
1 from what else ?"
" From your dress, guest."
"Ah!" said thoughtfully the stranger, "there it is.
Why dress what is dress, that people should judge so
much from it of the individual's character. 'Tis the
fault of the age externals, externals."
Then seeing that his host had not followed him in his
musings.
" You are right so far, sir," he said, " I am from for
eign countries ; but I trust that my heart is what it
always was silk stockings and velvet have not changed
me, Grod be thanked !"
There was so much frankness in the stranger's voice,
and his face, ornamented by its light colored beard and
mustache, assumed spite of those martial appendages
an expression so mild and gentle, that the mountaineer,
yielding to the fascination of his manner, stretched out
his arm} and cordially shook his guest by the hand.
" We'll be good friends, I see, guest," he replied, " and
now, I know you will be satisfied with our rough fare.
Come, supper is on the table."
The supper was spread upon the broad table, and the
cheerful and smiling old dame, did the honors at its head,
pouring out for the traveler goblets of foaming milk, and
huge cups of coffee a great luxury at the time and
168 LEATHER AND fUF.K.
forcing him to te^t in turn the flavor of half a dozen dif
ferent sorts of bread. The traveler thought he had nevel
tasted richer butter, or finer venison.
They allowed him to finish his supper before again
speaking ; and then his host led the way to the grassplat,
which ornamented the knoll in front of the house. There
setting seats, he invited his guest to smoke with him ;
which Doctor Thomas very readily assented to; but plead
ing the force of habit, took from his pocket a cigar. The
mountaineer admitted the validity of this excuse, light
ing his old pipe made of a corn-cob, with a stem of reed ;
and so they sat in pleasant converse ; the hunter, with
a calm, quiet smile on his old rugged face, stroking from
time to time his favorite stag-hound lying at his feet
the stranger with a thoughtful, musing manner, which
terminated many times in revery ; but not a mournful
re very it was plain rather well-pleased and hopeful.
His eyes were fixed admiringly on the broad belts of
pines, now in deep shadow, and the rosy flush slowly
dying away on the top of the mountain, when his host said
quietly, but much more gently than he had yet spoken.
" There is my daughter."
At the same moment, a young girl came singing up the
knoll from the banks of the brook.
CHAPTER III.
IHTRODUCES ANOTHER OF OUR HEROINES.
AT sight of the young girl, one of the half dozen tall
stag-hounds rose from the grass, where he had been lying
with outstretched forelegs, and thoughtful eyes, and hast
ened if the word may be applied to movement so digni
fied as his toward her.
Sally Myers was not quite seventeen, but she was the
acknowledged beauty of the valley. Her pretty, round
face, was lit up with a merry smile, and her arms, entirely
bare almost from the shoulder, were models of beauty.
The stranger was much struck with her he who had
seen so much female excellence and he felt well satisfied
that the character which belonged to this smiling face,
could not be other than excellent. He did Miss Sally
Myers no more than justice. It was not her face alone
that overcame the hearts of all the young men of the
neighborhood ; for that matter, she was not so beautiful
as some ; but when her warm constant heart, and never-
ceasing cheerfulness and vivacity, were thrown into thp
balance, the merits of any other young lady of the coun
try side, were as nothing. So thought the mountain
youths, at least.
Sally came up in company with the deer hound and
courtesied to the stranger. He had risen on her approach,
and now made a low and courtly inclination laying his
hand in foreign fashion on his heart. Sally laughed at
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this, and plainly could not help it; the traveler toe
seemed to feel that his ceremonious bow was a little out
of place. So, resolving like a sensible man to retrieve
his error, he approached the girl smilingly and shook her
cordially by the hand.
" You were laughing at me, I perceive,'' said he, " and
you were right."
" I couldn't help it," the young girl replied, coloring,
"excuse me, sir!"
The traveler laughed.
" Ah !" he said, " I have been far, and seen strange
people, and I have come back not much improved, I am
afraid. But may I ask what song you were singing?"
" Flowers of the Forest,' sir."
The stranger threw a piercing glance upon the girl,
and then stroking the large hound, who had by this time
become acquainted, and submitted very quietly to his
caresses :
" Do you like that song?" he said.
" Yea, sir very much."
" For whom do you sing it ?"
The girl blushed and laughed.
" For any one," she said.
" Please sing it for me, then," he replied with a smile,
and offering her his seat.
But Sally had become very nervous under the stran
ger's fixed, and penetrating look, and she felt wholly un
able to command her voice. She therefore murmured
an inaudible excuse, and ran rather than walked by the
stranger, into the house, and to her chamber.
The stranger took his seat again with a smile, muttei*
ing, " Oh yes ! he must have seen her, and if he has seen
her"
He was interrupted by the mountaineer, who had fol
lowed his daughter with his eyes, and now turned to him
happy and proud.
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"There's the little witch," he said, "you ought to
have heard her sing, sir."
" I hope I shall yet have that pleasure."
" You stay long in these parts, do you ?"
" You know when you arrive you know not when you
go."
" Oh, you're at your proverb-sayings !"
" T mean that I may leave hero in a few days, or stay
for years."
"You ! where are you hound, Doctor?"
" For Mrs. Courtlandt's somewhore down the valley
here."
" For where !" cried the mountaineer, starting and
turning full upon his guest-
CHAPTER IV.
HOW HUNTER JOHN'S RIFLE WAS BEWITCHED AND BY WHOM.
A LONG pause followed this expression of astonishment
on the part of the mountaineer. He seemed to doubt the
seriousness of his guest he, apparently, could not be
lieve he was in earnest.
" Mrs. Courtlandt's !" said he.
" Certainly my friend !"
" Down the valley here ?"
"Why, somewhere in the neighborhood. I can't say
precisely where."
" And why are you going there, sir ?" asked the old
hunter.
" I have business," said the traveler with the air of a
man whose private affairs are invaded by idle curiosity.
The mountaineer shook his head.
" No good will come of it," said he.
"How so?"
"Mrs. Courtlandt, sir, don't stand well in these parts ;
and I'm free to say I don't like her myself, though her
brother is my good friend."
" You ! do you know her ?"
" I've been to her house off and on these five years,
and I never missed seeing some deviltry there."
The traveler bent a steady grave look upon his host
" What do you mean by deviltry ?" he said.
*' She's good friends with one I won't name," said the
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hunter, dropping his voice; "there's all sorts cf things
there that oughtn't to he. Don't ask me ahout it."
" And why don't you like her ?"
The mountaineer with a great effort, replied shortly,
" She spelled my rifle !"
"What is Spelled?'"
" Bewitched some people call it."
The traveler did not smile this timo ; but fixing him
self calmly in his seat, and quietly smoking:
" Tell me how that was, my friend," said he.
" Well, that I'll do soon," his host replied. " There's
a buck about here, in these mountains, half as big and
strong again as any deer they ever run in these parts.
We call him Old Satan] you see that name was given
him because the rifle ball has never touched him, or,"
and the hunter lowered his voice, " passed through him
and not given him any hurt. / don't believe that myself,
but old father Brant, one of the best beads in the hills
here, says it's so and only the other day coming along
here, he told me he was done hunting the varmint. He
couldn't stand it."
" Have you hunted him ?"
"I'm going to tell you. Yes I have, and I'm most
nigh wearied out; I thought I had strong legs and pretty
good wind, but that buck has tired out me and Elkhorn
knocked us both up."
"Who is Elkhorn?'-
" My horse."
" Well about your rifle and the rest."
" I'm coming to that. I hunted the buck I've been
telling you about till I was tired, and I had never yet
got a shot at him. I thought if I could draw a clear
bead on him he was gone. The other morning I passed
by Mrs. Courtlandt's early and was so thirsty that I nigh
gave up. 1 went in to get a drink, and she was up that
early, fixing some plants or other in a big book and writ-
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ing under 'em. The room was full of things I hadn'l
any liking for strange outlandish jars and mach.ues
and I most repented coming. She gave me the water
very polite, and took my rifle to look at, and asked me
if I had killed the buck- I told her no, and then she
laughed, and begun turning something, and said she
would fix my gun so I couldn't miss. She made me rest
my right hand on the table, and touch my gun to the top
of a bottle. I did it ! and I felt as if the lightning struck
me ! I dropped the gun and stood there without know
ing where I was, and the first thing I knew I was in
the path outside, and she closed the door. All she said
to me was, laughing, ' Go on, hunter John ! go on, hunter
John!'"
The mountaineer put up his sleeve to wipe the perspi
ration from his brow.
" And you think your gun was bewitched ?"
" Sure as you're there," he said in a low voice, " I have
had three shots at that buck, and I've missed him every
time. I had a clear bead and shot steady. It was no
use. The ball went crooked !"
The stranger mused.
" And you are still hunting that buck ?"
" I'm going to hunt him till one of us is dead."
"And you think I had better not go to Mrs. Court-
landt's do you, my friend ?"
" You know best."
" I do ; and I must go and see her : but I shall see you
all here again."
" Why," cried the mountaineer hospitably, " I just re
member now. Wife and Silly are going to have a merry
making here to-morrow evening, and you must come.
Sally !" he called aloud.
" Here I am father," the girl replied. She was at hii
elbow and heard the conversation.
" Tell doctor my poor old memory."
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"Doctor Thomas!" said the stranger, addressing his
reply to the young girl.
" Well, tell Doctor Thomas," said the hunter to his
daughter, " that we'll be mighty glad to see him."
" Indeed, I will, sir we all will be mighty glad. It is
to-morrow evening about sundown."
The traveler was about to repeat his low bow, when
remembering himself he said,
" I'll certainly be here, Miss Sally."
" And now," said hunter John, " to bed !"
CHAPTER V.
STRANGER AND SALLY BY THE BROOK 8IDB.
THE traveler was shown into one of the small upper
rooms of the hunter's dwelling, where he found a com
fortable and very clean bed prepared for him. Without
delay he threw off his clothes and soon forgot in deep
slumber the fatigue and the incidents of the day.
He was aroused at a very early hour by the barking of
dogs and the winding of a horn, under the little window
of his chamber. Then the hoofstrokes of a horse were
heard ; and finally the notes of the horn and the yelping
of the dogs, receded from him and died away gradually
in the distance. He rose, and looking through the win
dow saw the tall form of hunter John, mounted on his
enormous steed, and followed by his dogs, disappearing
among the pines of the mountain side. He was going to
hunt his buck.
The traveler dressed and descended. At the foot of
the stairs he met his hostess who gave him a fair good-
morning, and busily set about preparing breakfast, in
which she was assisted by a small negro girl. Her guest
strolled down toward the brook.
He was standing on its bank and admiring the fresh
morning light scattered upon the waves, the mountain
pines, and the green-topped knolls of the glen, when all
at once he perceived the daughter of his host beneath him
in a little green nook which a large mossy rock separa led
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fron^ the more open part of the banks. She was seated
on a part of this rook which projected over the stream,
and with bare feet, was playing with the water, and ap
parently lost in thought. Beside her lay two small thoes
and a pair of stockings which she had, it seemed, just re
moved from her feet.
The traveler walking on the soft moss approached her
iilently and touched her shoulder. The girl started up,
coloring and hiding her feet.
" My goodness, sir ! how you frightened me !" she said.
" I am not such an awful personage am I ?" he asked,
fmiling.
"No, sir," the girl replied with a laugh, while she
busied herself turned away from the stranger in put
ting on her shoes and stockings, "but you came so sud
den."
" You were washing your feet, were you ?"
She looked down.
" I'm sorry I disturbed you in such a praiseworthy em
ployment."
" Oh, it's no matter," she replied pouting, "I wasn't
washing my feet. I just came down here."
" Come now we won't quarrel, Miss Sally," said the
stranger dropping his sarcastic tone, " I was only joking,
and you'll find I never mean any thing, as I shall, I hope,
see you often."
" Are you coming to our frolic, sir ?"
" Oh, yes."
" It is this evening, remember."
" How can I forget it but excuse me, I am again at
my foolish ceremony. Come, let us go back to breakfast.
Will you take my arm -or here is my hand."
The young girl took the proffered arm, and they returned
toward the house.
" It is a beautiful morning," the stranger said, " those
tall pines in the bright sun are grander than any thing
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of Poussin's, and the air is as pure and delightful as possi*
ble. v^nly one thing is needed, Miss Sally a song."
" Well, sir," said the girl, who had by this time become
more familiar with her father's guest, and less embarrassed
in his presence, " I will sing for you, if I can. What do
you like ?"
" Do you sing Scottish songs ? I prefer them to all
others."
" And so do I, sir. Oh, they are so sweet !"
" Sing me * Auld Robin Gray.' "
" I'll try, sir ; that is one of my favorites," said Sally ;
and in a clear, birdlike voice, she went through the bal
lad.
" An excellent soprano," muttered the stranger to him
self, with a smile, " he's gone beyond hope. Very well"
" What did you say ?"
" This is such a beautiful song."
"Very, sir."
"And it is so true. Now tell me," he said, laughing,
" would you like to marry an Auld Robin of that sort ? n
"No, never," said Sally Myers, with uncommon em
phasis, " I'd never marry such a person, as long as I
lived !"
The stranger laughed.
" And pray, what sort of a person would you marry ?"
he said.
" That is my business," she replied, coloring and laugh
ing, with a bright glance at the stranger.
" What do you think of light hair and beard ?"
" I prefer dark hair, sir."
The stranger laughed so heartily at this, that he could
not for several minutes command his voice.
" No personal reflections, I hope, Miss Sally," he said ;
" now my hair and beard are light !"
In this strain they ran on in merry talk, until they
reached the house Sally's natural gayety and ease hav-
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ing by this time entirely returned, under the genial
effect of the stranger's hearty and good-humored n anner.
They found breakfast nearly ready, and the table be
ing set in a trice by the girl, who blamed herself for idling
at the brook " though he had made her stay," she said,
laughing, and pointing to the stranger they soon sat
Jown to an excellent and plentiful meal.
Half an hour afterward, Doctor Thomas was again
mounted, and on his way down the valley. He would cer
tainly return to the merry-making that evening, he said.
CHAPTER VI.
SHE WAS A WITCH!
THE traveler continued his way down the valley, along
the banks of the brook, in a very cheerful and contented
mood. He seemed to be much amused at something, and
at times a gay laugh would escape from his lips ; or mut
tering " parbleu !" or " ma foi," he would give his splen
did sorel the rein, and scour along in pure merriment of
heart.
The beautiful morning, it is true, was partly the cause
of this singular conduct on the part of Doctor Thomas.
There is nothing so inspiriting, as a ride on a magnificent,
morning in October, just after a comfortable breakfast,
and through a fair land such as our traveler was travers
ing. The Virginia mountains are at all times beautiful
and commanding, but their attractions are greatly en
hanced by the " fall days."
The sun, by this time, had climbed above the heights
of the " Third Hill," and was flooding the whole valley,
with fair bright light, and laughing in the waves of the
little streamlet, and scattering his fire-tipped arrows into
the obscurest depths of the old, close-set pines, which
clothed the " Sleepy Creek" mountain side, until every
mossy rook, and fallen trunk was visible. Moreover, it.
flashed from the myriad colors of the autumn leaves the
purple of th; maple, the yellow of the little alder-tree,
end the crimson berries of the dogwood. These beautiful
mountain dwellers seamed to rejoice in the warm, pure
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light, and through them ran gay breezes, that like inert Jly-
flying children, scattered behind them a rustling mirth
and laughter.
Half an hour's ride brought the stranger in sight of a
small dwelling, situated on the western slope of the valley,
and surrounded with dark-waving, slender-trunked pines.
The roof was thatched, and many little ornaments about
the gate, and door step, and windows seemed to denote
that it was the residence of a female.
The stranger hastened on joyfully, and throwing him
self from his horse, which he secured to a bough, ran to
the door, and knocked. It was opened by a tall, elderly
female, of refined appearance, and with a very calm man
ner. She was clad, however, in a very singular dress.
She wore a man's collar secured by a black cravat, some
thing enveloped her figure from the waist up, not un
like an ordinary boy's roundabout, and her feet coming
out plainly from her short skirt were cased in elegant
moccasins of deer-skin, ornamented with beads, and fringe.
Behind this singular figure, a table was visible, on
which a host of jars and retorts, and small machines were
heaped, and the air of the room was very strongly per
fumed with sulphur. The stranger saw all this at a
glance, and smelling the sulphur, thought of hunter John
and his superstition. But he had no time for further
thought ; the elderly female looked at him a moment
with great astonishment apparently, then seemed to
struggle with her recollections, then when the stran
ger's face assumed its ordinary pleasant smile came
forward and fell upon his neck, crying and smiling
through her tears.
" Welcome, welcome," said she, " I got your letter and
have waited long for you. Come in."
And kissing the stranger affectionately, with tears of
joy in her eyes, she drew him into her dwelling. The
door closed behind them.
CHAPTER VII. ^
MERRY-MAKING IN THE MOUNTAINS.
PUNCTUAL to the time mentioned by his host, Doctor
Thomas as we shall in future call him, arrived at the
abode of the hunter.
A large crowd had already assembled or we should
rather say a goodly number of the valley dwellers. In
our day a " large crowd" at a festival of any sort suggests
several hundred persons; and there were scarcely several
dozen here. Doctor Thomas entered and was soon on
good terms with every one ; for faithful to his promise to
Sally he had abandoned entirely his "set up" air as sho
called it to herself, and was a very model of good-hu
mored frankness and ease. The supper was to come after
the dancing and other amusement, and just as the Doctor
entered, they had commenced a Virginia reel.
The fiddler high perched above the guests upon a
lofty eminence provided for the purpose struck up in-
spiringly a gay heart-enlivening strain ; the rude, l>nt
frank and pleasant looking mountain "boys and girls"
commenced flying through the dance, and a buzz of voices,
at times almost a shout, rose to the ceiling, and scattering
itself through the windows, died away in the pine trees
of the mountain side. All was merriment and laughter,
joy and uproar. Then commenced a jig. It is possible
our readers are not familiar with the nature of this
ancient pastime. It was danced in this manner. Two
persons male and female entered the circle cleared as for
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an ordinary dance, and standing opposite each other com
menced a slow and measured movement which they ac
companied with many bows, smiles, and complimentary
words. The gentleman's duty was to compliment in
every possible manner the execution of his companion
if any portion of her toilet became disordered, or awry, to
politely inform her of that fact, and during all these
ceremonious observances never for a moment to cease
keeping perfect time to the music, whose duty was to
gradually grow more rapid, until one of the dancers un
able to keep up with it or overcome by fatigue acknowl
edged him or herself vanquished.
Doctor Thomas was looking at the dancers with great
interest, and at times laughing heartily at their odd
movements, when his host came up to him.
" Well here you are," said hunter John with his placid
smile, "how did you spend the day whereabouts J
mean ?"
" Why, at Mrs. Courtlandt's."
" Really now ?"
" Really, my friend ; I did not find her the terrible per
sonage you made her out. You must know I have come
here to look about me ; who knows but I may settle."
The hunter shook his head.
" Did you see nothing strange?" he asked.
" Why yes some singular things, I confess."
" And what did she say to you ?"
" There you are too much for me. I believe she ob
served that it was a fine day."
" I see that you don't mean to let out on the matter
and you may be right. It's none of my business. But
I went again to-day and missed that buck."
" You were away I know when I left here this nc ruing."
" I was after him, and chased the buck from one end
of the mountain to t'other, but it was no use. I'll die
hunting that buck."
H*
J78 LEATHER AND SILK.
At this moment a noise at the door attracted every
body's attention and turning round, Doctor Thomas saw
descending from a small carry-all a party of guests who
had just arrived. The hunter went to welcome them,
and the Doctor's eyes were immediately riveted upon
them as they entered and received the merry greeting.
The party was composed of an old fine-looking German
father Von Horn he was called by every one a beau
tiful woman of twenty-one or two, and a young man of
nineteen with long dark hair, and dressed in the usual
garb of mountain hunters, as indeed were almost all the
male guests of the company.
A few minutes afterward the signal for supper was
given, and the orowd flocked into the adjoining room
CHAPTER VIII.
THE DOCTOR OVERHEARS A PRIVATE CONVERSATION.
THE large table was spread with every variety of eat'
ables, and the repast seemed to be a general commingling
of breakfast, dinner and supper. Meats of every sort
venison, bear, ham, fowls, vegetables as for a dinner, coffee,
Jamaica rum, great flagons of thick creamy milk these
were the components of the profuse mountain supper.
Every one hastened to help himself and his partner,
and it was refreshing to see with what gusto the young
damsels applied themselves to the rich ham and venison,
and how little " shamefacedness" they exhibited at eating
before their sweethearts. The supper was a merry one
and as the old fiddler on his perch in the next room
had been plentifully supplied the first thing, and his
heart enlivened with a huge cup of rum, music was not
wanting to add to the universal mirth.
Two persons formed the only exceptions to the general
merriment they alone did not add to the terrible uproar
by the sound of their voices. These persons were Sally
Myers who was clad in a pretty white dress which set
off charmingly the fresh happy beauty of her face and
the young man who had entered with father Von Horn.
They were whispering.
" I have not seen you for so long nearly three days,"
said the girl.
The young man replied to this tender reproach more
by his look than his words. But, speaking in the saint)
tone;
180 LEATHER AND SILK.
" 1 have been kept away, darling," he said.
" By what, Barry ?"
" Oh, I could not tell you all now," he rep'ied with a
long happy look, " but if you could walk out to-morrow
morning "
" Oh yes, I could."
" Say to the Moss Rock on the Sleepy Mountain," said
the young man.
" Indeed, I will, dear Barry."
"At sunrise then, dear."
" And at the Moss Rock."
"Yes."
It was plain that the conversation was becoming very
itupid, but the lovers made up for this by their looks.
"You didn't know I am at the branch now nearly
ly morning did you, Barry early I mean."
'* Down at the branch ?"
" Yes. I go down there very often nearly every day :
i.he place is so pretty, and I think of you, you know."
" Of me, dear ?"
" Yes, and I am very happy ; I was down there this
morning, and what do you think happened to me ?"
" Happened to you ?"
" Just as I had my feet in the cool water with my
shoes off, down came Doctor Thomas, the gentleman who
came yesterday "
" And frightened you nearly to death ; eh, Miss Sally ! w
Baid the voice of the doctor behind the lovers.
The girl started, and the young man turned round, with
a face flushed and a little angry.
" I did not know you were so near, sir," said Barry,
coldly.
"Oh, my friend it is my place; I am a doctor. Now
you know the French proverb or rather you probably
don't know it, so I say nothing more."
The young man seemed both angry and embarrassed.
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A. singular smile passed across the face of Doctor Thomaa
and turning to Sally :
" You returned me good for evil, however," he said,
; ' how sweetly you do sing, and how soon you sang at
my solicitation."
Sally pouted and looked annoyed ; the young man
angry. But at that moment one of the young girls ran
up and catching the doctor by the arm cried to him :
" Oh sir, come if you please ! Nina Lyttelton says she
has half cut her hand off and won't have any one but
you to fix it."
Doctor Thomas chuckled to himself, and with a low
bow turned to follow his conductress. At the other end
of the room the lady with the cut hand was seated on a
wicker bench calling for the doctor, and wringing her
pretty hand.
" I am here, madam," said the doctor, with a low bowj
and he smiled.
CHAPTER IX.
THE DOCTOR COMMENCES A MILD FLIRTATION.
THE hand was not badly cut, but it was a very pretty
hand, and the arm attached to it quite as beautiful. It
was not long before the fair lady was once more smiling.
"Aie these cuts ever dangerous, doctor," asked Mrs.
Nina Lyttelton with a languid smile.
" Not very, madam. We doctors are very unwilling tfl
confess that any thing is dangerous. That would imply
that there was a possibility of losing our patients which
we never admit until they are so unfortunate as to die."
Mrs. Lyttelton laughed.
" And you care every hurt, do you ?"
"All but heart wounds, madam," the doctor replied
with a bow to the fair widow.
" Those you can not cure T 1
11 Wholly unsuccessful, madam. I have seen many
scales of physicians 1 fees but never such a clause as:
4 To curing one young person crossed in love,' so much.
No, that is beyond our skill."
** Heigho !" sighed Mrs. Lyttelton, " I believe it is
true, nothing can cure some things."
" A profound remark," said the doctor laughing.
"As long as the heart is not touched in both senses
doctor the patient may recover."
" The inmost heart yes."
" What do you mean ?"
' I mean that often grief is a fancy sorrow a chimera."
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Mrs. Lyttelton became unaffectedly grave. She had
just thought of her husband who had died about two
years before. But the light and merry nature of her
character soon banished this fleeting regret, and she
tnrned again to the smiling cavalier before her.
" But do you not believe that persons often die of love
when they are crossed ?"
" I do, I confess, madam though I have heard it
asserted that such a thing is folly mere imagination."
" And what medicine do you administer to such people?
You may not be able to cure, but you attempt the cure,
do you not ?"
" Why yes, madam."
u Well suppose Mr. or Mr. in Martinsburg
were to complain to you of melancholy, loss of appe
tite, depression, and utter dislike of every thing around
them"
" I would ask the origin of all this."
' ' Well suppose they assured you that the cruelty of
some young girl had plunged them into this state of
mind ; what would you prescribe ?"
" I should prescribe a visit to Meadow Branch Valley,
madam, and the acquaintance of Mrs. Lyttelton," replied
Doctor Thomas with a smile and a low bow.
" You are very gallant, doctor !" said his companion,
laughing.
OfiAPTER I.
A CHALLENGE PASSES.
AFTER supper the company again returned to the
dancing-room, and again betook themselves to the merry
reel, and wearying jig with new ardor. Sally Myers and
her friend Barry were still talking, though now more
reservedly since the doctor had surprised them ; and
seemed disposed to withdraw themselves as much as pos
sible from the gay crowd.
Doctor Thomas soon surrendered Mrs. Lyttelton to
some one else, and approaching a number of young men
who were assembled at the door, he listened with much
inward mirth to their critical comments on the figures,
dress, and general appearance of the young gentlemen
and ladies then engaged in dancing. Still the doctor's
eye dwelt with profound interest through all, upon the
young man Barry, who was talking with Sally Myers in
a corner a few feet off. The smile would at times dis
appear from the stranger's face, and a look of love and
tenderness impossible to describe, light up his counte
nance and soften every feature ; then he would mutter to
himself, and his old sarcastic smile would return.
The young men after praising or abusing all the young
girls of the company, came to Sally herself who was de
clared by universal acclamation, the beauty and darling
of the mountains; now by "darling" much more was
expressed than by the former word. Beauty was a good
thing, and the " beauty" was naturally a much-desired
personage by all, for dancing, berry-hunt: ng, and riding ;
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bnt the "darling" was the loved one, the admired one,
the dear of every body, and privileged to drive every one
to distraction. When Sally was therefore called the
"darling" of the valley, a very high compliment was
intended to be paid her.
We were wrong in saying that she was universally
praised. One young man said that she was " the silliest
looking girl he had ever seen," a " mere child" and " not
worth making a fuss about." The stranger saw Barry's
head turn like lightning, and his large brilliant eye
directed its glance toward the group of men. Five min
utes afterward he had left the girl, and was at the young
man's side.
" You were not abusing Sally Myers, gentlemen," he
said calmly, " I hope I did not hear right just now ; but
I thought some one spoke of her as ' silly' and ' childish.' "
There was nothing threatening in this address no
anger in the young man's face ; and the person who had
uttered the words in question hesitated for a moment ;
had Barry spoken threateningly he would have gloried ia
repeating them.
In the midst of the pause Doctor Thomas' voice was
heard :
" You address all here I believe, sir," said he, " and as
that is the case, I reply for myself."
" Well, sir," said Barry, his face flushing.
" Not knowing whether you mean or do not mean to
insult me equally with the rest, I would say "
" You may understand my words as you fancy, sir,"
said the young man with flashing eyes, and lowering his
voice.
The doctor smiled.
" Then of course there is no insult, sir," he replied ;
and turning round he commenced an indifferent conversa
tion with one of the guests.
Barry went out to cool his flushed forehead, and to
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gaze at the calm quiet moon, though he saw nothing bu\
the face of the young girl. While thus sunk in thought
lie felt a hand upon his shoulder. He turned and saw
Doctor Thomas.
" You insulted me just now, sir," said that gentleman,
" and if I did not resent it then, I have not forgotten it.'
Barry's face flushed then turned pale.
" Did you dare to say that Sally Myers was silly or
childish ?"
As he spoke the young man advanced a step, his form
trembling with passion.
" One moment, sir," said the doctor, calmly ; " I am a
professional man, and I do not wish to fight on small
provocation. Your insult to me, your tone of voice, all,
was much more serious than any criticism of a young
girl could "
" I ask you if you said it ?"
" Suppose I did."
" Then one of us shall leave this place forever."
"You are determined then to fight me, are you, sir?* 1
said Doctor Thomas.
" Yes, I will fight you in any way !"
" Be cool ! this red-hot way of talking answers no pur
pose. Well, you have insulted me or I have insulted you
no matter which. We'll fight. What weapons ?"
The young man, with flashing eyes and passionate
voice, replied to the doctor's cool words, with a single
word "Any !"
" Pistols then. I brought a pair with me, luckily."
"You thought it probable you would be called on to
insult a young girl, I suppose?" said Barry with a sneer.
The doctor muttered something to himself, and looked
admiringly at the young man.
"No," he said, "I did nit But we are losing time;
the place is the next thing."
' Any where !" said Barry.
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" Well, say to-morrow morning then, about sunrise, at
the ' Moss Rock,' on the side of the Sleepy Creek Mount-
am eh ?"
" Or, here and now!" said the young man, grinding his
teeth; "you spy and eaves-drop very well for a profes
sional gentleman, sir !"
The doctor winced, and a slight smile flitted across hia
countenance.
"It is true I heard your appointment with your sweet
heart," said he, " but I assure you it was unintentional,
sir wholly."
" Assure me on your word of honor, sir," said the
young man, " and perhaps I shall believe you !"
" The devil take him," muttered the doctor, laughing,
to himself. Then he said to his companion :
" We lose time in all these recriminations, sir, and
should be arranging our affair. I am a good shot, and
shall kill you, I know let it be at an early day."
" I shall consider my life well lost, sir," said the young
man coldly and suddenly recollecting how useless his
anger was " well lost, if lost defending a young girl
from insult."
The doctor seemed to be carried away by admiration
of this sentiment, and was about to hold out his hand,
when he suddenly recollected himself.
*' Well, sir," he said, " we will arrange this matter
satisfactorily within the next few days. These affairs
will always keep ; though I remember at Paris but we
are in Virginia, a much better place, by-the-by. .We wil)
defer, if you please, our arrangements. But remember, I
am the challenged party, and have !,he choice of weapons."
Then politely saluting his companion, who scarcely
deigned to move lis head in return for the profound
conge of his adversary, the doctor took his ^ay again to
ward the house.
CHAPTER XL
THE DOCTOR MEDITATES BY MOONLIGHT.
IT was nearly midnight when father Von Horn, that
worthy and much-beloved German patriarch gave the
signal for separating. He rose and called to him his
daughter Nina, and Barry. But it was some time before
Barry could be found, inasmuch as he and Sally Myers
had stolen away from the company (now uproarious and
extravagant with their blindman's buff, and boot-binding
and other rough games), and in the quiet moonlight were
gazing into each other's eyes and talking the usual non
sense of lovers alone and by moonlight.
The company we said was uproarious ; some of the
young men, it must be confessed, had paid too exclusive
devotion to tjie great bowl of purich which, with arms
akimbo and smiling countenance, stood ready to welcome
all comers on a side table. The consequence of this in
discretion was deplorable. Many maidens on that niirlit
quarreled with their sweethearts for their want of atten
tion, and many more declared that this was the last party
they would ever attend riding behind their chosen cava
liers. It was afterward, however, observed that these
complaints ended in nothing, and that the next party was
as well attended, and in the same fashion as this one at
Hunter John's ; and this leads us irresistibly to the con
clusion that beaux are indispensably necessary to young
ladies every where ; and that young ladies, where a merry-
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making is in question, have much Christian charity and
forgiveness.
It was a gay scene the parting of the company ; and
only the pencil of some artist-humorist could convey an
adequate idea of the strange mountain vehicles which
drew up to the door to receive their guests. The young
ladies experienced much difficulty in mounting gracefully
behind their swains the moonlight being so very clear.
and ankles cased in white stockings so painfully visible :
but at last the guests were all mounted, or snugly en
sconced in their carryalls and light wagons, and began to
take their departure with many good-by's and many part
ing words. Old father Von Horn lingered last that
worthy father Von Horn who, shaking his broad chest
with internal laughter waited patiently for Barry, and
would not see or laugh at Sally's blushes, when coming
in with the young man she found the old man and Nina
waiting for him !
Doctor Thomas had made himself very officious in
assisting the young ladies to their seats behind their
cavaliers and we are bound as faithful historians, to say
that he was much more ready and polite when young and
pretty girls needed his services. His officiousness was
not, however, by any means disagreeable to the damsels
who had to endure it. There was much grace, and un
bounded politeness in the doctor's manner and tone ; and
the young ladies in question had rather neglected their
ordinary beaux throughout the evening for the handsome
stranger. More than one small hand grasped his own
with friendly warmth ; and more than one voice at parting
emphasized the first syllable of " good-by" at parting.
These the sarcastic stranger greeted with a suppressed
chuckle as they disappeared. He found at last that no
lady but Mrs. Nina Lyttelton remained, and he assisted
her to her vehicle, or rather her father's with extraordi
nary attention ; the reward for which was an urgent invi
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hit ion to visit her at her father's, "just up where the
mountains came together." The doctor bowed and prom
ised. As he turned, his quick eye pierced the deep
shadow of the doorway, and he saw Barry and the young
girl exchange a tender kiss.
"Where's Barry?" cried father Von Horn, shaking
with merriment.
" Here, Uncle," said the young man ; and bidding his
host and hostess good-by, he took his piac<j beside Nina.
The carryall then rolled off; and Doctor Thomn* going to
the chestnut to which he had tied his horse, mounted and
riding up to the door, also took his leave. He was going
back, he said, to Mrs. Courtlandt's ; she had promised him
a lodging for a few days, and he had found it always the
best policy not to disappoint the ladies. With this gal
lant speech, and a friendly bow to his entertainers, he
took his departure.
Pursuing the road running along the bank of the brook,
the stranger gave himself up to merry thoughts to judge
from his amused smile. The night invited him to medi
tation. Nothing stirred the calm hour but the hoof-strokes
of his horse, the bubbling of the streamlet, and the far
away dying shouts of the merrily-galloping revelers scat
tering to their homes. The Doctor mused.
"A fine evening I have had," he said half aloud, " and
a pretty place I am now going to the house of a witch.
I rather like that Mrs. Lyttelton. Like her ?' I think 1
shall fall in love with her yes, I am determined to do so
on the first favorable opportunity. What a charming
child is Sally never have I seen so much beauty of char
acter united to so much grace ; she'll make a good wife.
And that handsome Barry ! A perfect hero, and would
have eaten me whole at a word ; I'm glad I tried him. It
was a sudden thought. And now, Doctor Thomas, you
have a bloody duel on your hands you have lost none of
your folly ; you are now at twenty-five more or leas
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just as foolish as at eighteen, when yes ! You couldn't
rest till you had got a duel on your hands ;" the stranger
ohuckled, " yes, an awful encounter, for there's no * back
out' in Barry my young hero !"
And giving rein to his horse the stranger went along
rapidly ; weary of his musings, it seemed, and desirous
only of a good bed to rest in after the long evening and
the trying exercise of the reels he had gone through.
CHAPTER XII.
A RIFLE-SHOT AND ITS CON9EQUENCK*.
AT eight o'clock in the morning, the stranger waa
aroused and informed that his professional services were
needed, and urgently. He dressed, and in a few mo
ments issued forth ; at the door was hunter John Myers,
mounted on his large sable steed; but none would have
recognized him for the merry, hearty-voiced host of the
preceding evening. He was pale, his form drooped to
ward the neck of his horse, and his eyes were red with
dried-up tears.
" Doctor !" he said in a trembling voice, " will you
come and see my Sally? She's dying!"
Doctor Thomas sprang toward the hunter so suddenly
that the large black horse, who was covered with sweat,
and foaming at the mouth, threw up his head and hall
reared back from the gateway.
" What say you !" he cried, " dying !"
" Come on, doctor !" the hunter said, " I'll tell you a*
we go along. Where's your horse ?"
Doctor Thomas ran to the place where his horse was
installed, and in five minutes had saddled him and was
mounted. He joined the mountaineer, and they both put
spurs to their steeds and took the road to the hunter's
dwelling.
" Now, my friend," said Doctor Thomas, "1 see you
are much agitated, and some accident must have hap
pened to your daughter. But remember that she is such
favorite with you as is natural and proper that you
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tan not justly estimate the hurt or injury she has re
ceived. Much more probable is it, that you overrate the
danger. Come, tell me all."
" That I'll do in short words. I went out this morning
as usual to hunt that buck I've been telling you of, often
and over, and I got on his track. I thought this time
I'd run him down, and I believe I became sort o' de
ranged about him ; my head seemed to be turning round,
I didn't know how to hunt, and I hallooed on the dogs
as if the devil was being run down and done for. Don't
think I had been drinking and my brain wasn't clear.
No, it wasn't that. Besides that, I'm powerful strong in
the head, and Grod has given me the strength to drink as
much as three of most men I don't feel it. Well, it
wasn't liquor, but I was sort o' cracked I didn't know
what I was about, and my head didn't feel right. I
thought that devil of a varmint was laughing at me it
was the wind, I reckon and Belt, my crack dog, seemed
to be crying as if something hurt him."
The doctor shook his head.
" Too much cerebral excitement lately, my friend ; this
deer will be your death yet, if you are not more careful.
But continue : you had vertigo. Well."
" Well, I reckon I had something of that sort, and I
followed that buck four mortal hours from one end of the
mountain side to t'other ; then he crossed over toward
Sleepy Creek : then he doubled back toward my house
and took down the mountain nigh a place called ' Moss
Rock' a big rock with a tall pine tree growing out of it.
Then I thought I had him, and I got crazy ! I pushed
Elkhorn down the mountain path as if it was this level
road we are galloping on ! I passed somebody, but I
didn't know him ; it was Barry I thought ; my head this
time was turning round ! for I saw something white-like
about two or three hundred yards before me ! and thought
i1 was the buck and "
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"UlZmppy man! you have killed your daughter" 1
o~ied the doctor, with pale face and t r embling lips.
" Oh, my Sally ! oh, my heart's dear ! oh, my baby !"
groaned the hunter, almost reeling in his seat. The doe-
tor thought he was going to faint, and still galloping
caught him by the arm. He shrunk at the hand laid jn
him ; but putting it aside, said more calmly,
"No, doctor, Pm not sick my head's pretty clear
now. Come, we must get on !"
The horsos thundered along; and mouth to mouth,
devoured the space as if the excitement of their ridera
possessed them also, and they felt and comprehended the
danger of the valley's " darling."
At this rate they soon arrived at the hunter's ; and the
doctor immediately hastened to Sally's chamber. The
old dame was sitting at her daughter's bedside, vainly
trying to suppress her tears and as the doctor passed
into the little room, which as we have already informed
the reader, lay immediately behind the main apartment,
he observed Barry leaning with his head on the window-
sill, his face in his hands.
Sally was lying very easily, and seemed to suffer little
pain. A moment's examination showed the doctor that
the rifle ball had not inflicted a mortal wound, having
only lodged in the shoulder, and this comfortable intelli
gence he communicated to the family. He then removed
the coarse wrapping, dressed the wound, having of course
extracted the ballet first, and bandaging the fair shoulder
with softer stuff, administered a slight opiate, and left
the young girl in a quiet slumber.
"And now, my friend," said the doctor with a smile,
"as Miss Sally is comfortably asleep, will you let me have
some breakfast ? I am somewhat hungry, inasmuch as I
have ridden well this morning."
The doctor was made comfortable with that rapidity
ad deference which for some reason, is always the lot of
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the members of this profession, and his appetite was soon
satisfied. The hunter and his guest then sat down out
side the door, whither they were followed by Barry, who
silently returned the doctor's bow.
" I broke off when I was telling you about it, doctor,"
said Hunter John, " but I hadn't much more to say.
My head was all running round, and I don't know how I
sighted my gun but I shot; and then I found I had
struck down my child, my darling!"
And bending down, the hunter let fall two large tears.
" Barry was there and helped me, or I would have gone
mad straight off. Oh, how could I keep my head at see
ing my baby there weltering in her blood, and all dabbled
over with it her neck and all ! Doctor, I ain't much in
this world, and I don't know much besides bringing down
game, but for all that I don't believe that child could love
me better if I was the highest in the land ! My little flow
er that I went and cut down my pretty little flower !"
And burying his face in his hands, the mountaineer
bent to his knee with deep sobs and sighs. Barry, with
folded arms and eyes swollen with grief, leaned against a
tree.
" Come, come, sir !" said the doctor, "this is unreason
able. You certainly did not mean to strike your daugh
ter with the ball from your rifle. It was aimed at what
you thought was a deer ; plainly the fault of the retina,
not yours. Miss Sally is not very dangerously wounded,
and all that will result from this, will be a fever and some
weeks' confinement. At the end of that time my friend,
she will be well perfectly."
And as if without intending it, he glanced at Barry.
His head was turned away and he was weeping; the
good news was too much for his weakened nerves.
"May the Lord grant it," said the mountaineer;
" Hunter John couldn't stand the loss of his baby long.
He would go after her."
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" Don't be uneasy,*' said the doctor, " I shall come
here every day to see her, and a month will entirely cure
her. Still you would do well to send to Martini. urg for
Dr. Harrison or some one. You know nothing of me."
"Yes I do, doctor; I looked at you when you wrm
fixing the wrappings and taking out that ball from my
pretty baby's shoulder, and I knew from the way you did
it that you ain't an every-day doctor."
The stranger smiled : he appreciated the compliment.
" 1 studied in Europe," he replied, " and I learned there
what few learn in this country that handling the patient
is much. It's best to be easy and quick. They are far
beyond us, over the water."
" To tell you the truth, that's why I like you," said tho
hunter, "you fixed that shoulder like she was your own
baby ; and if you cure her, there'll never be a friend
who'll go further or do more for you than John Myers."
" Good ! I think she'll get well herself, however, my
friend."
" I begin to think so too."
" I have had worse wounds to dress than that and
there is no fracture "
" Fractures you're talking of," said the hunter, " well,
I just bethought me; will you look at my arm? It's
hurt me all along, but I hadn't time to 'tend to it."
" What's the matter ?"
"I haven't looked, but it hurt rne dreadful when you
caught hold of me in the road."
The doctor examined and found that Hunter John's
arm was badly fractured. He had rolled under his horse
on seeing his daughter fall, and Elkhorn had struck the
arm with one of his heavy hoofs, and broken it. Wort ly
hunter ! " he had not had time to attend to it."
CHAPTER XIII.
NINA AND THE DOCTOR.
A WEEK or two glided quietly away, and the doctor
every day called to see his patient. A mild fever, not
dangerous, succeeded the young girl's accident, and in
her feverish sleep she would mutter and murmur words
which showed plainly whither her thoughts were wander
ing. At such times, the doctor would ask leave to sit and
watch her alone, and thus he was the only confidant, so
to speak, of those unconscious revelations.
Sally would often close her eyes and seem to sleep
while her mind was perfectly active ; and at such times
she would murmur, " Yes, Barry you know you love
me as well as I love you and that's oh, so much ! It is
a lovely morning, and see how the stream goes by laugh
ing ! Are you happy, Barry ? I love so to see the trees
and rocks, and the moss you are here with me, and that
makes me love them more let me lean my head on your
shoulder. You shall fix my hair ! See how tangled it
is ! I wouldn't let any body else fix my hair but you
shall, Barry dear ! Oh me ! I thought I saw that deer
father hunts so often ! I don't like that deer he'll bring
me bad luck. See how the sun shines on the mountain
if we had a little cottage up near the Moss Rock, just
under the tall pine, we could live so happy ! We would
run over the meadow down to the brook, and gather the
flowers that grow all about, every day you know how
pretty they are the violet" and primroses and buttercups.
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Oh, I love them so dearly and we wouldn't want to see
any body but each other. Oh ! we'd be so happy, dear !"
At such times, the doctor would shrug his shoulders
with a slight inward laugh, and gently smooth the child's
pillow. And she would open her eyes and smile.
One day Mrs. Nina Lyttelton came over to see Sally,
as great numbers of her friends had done, on hearing of
the sad accident. The doctor was there, and when she
same out of the chamber met her.
" A fine day we have, madam !" he said, bowing and
offering his hand. Nina shook hands.
" Beautiful, doctor," she said, " and I only wish dear
Sally was well to enjoy it."
"Oh, don't fear. Another fortnight will complete her
cure ; she is already convalescent, and if you would tell
Barry to come and comfort her "
They exchanged a smile.
" You wicked doctors !" said the lady, " you suffer no-
thing to escape you ! Now, how did you know that Sally
was his sweetheart ?"
Doctor Thomas shrugged his shoulders.
" We all unconsciously obey the gospel precept, ma
dam," said he. " ' He that hath ears let him hear,' is the
only command of the Bible universally obeyed, I believe ;
well I have heard."
" I understand you."
" She was feverish I would not mention it, as we of
the profession have no right to speak of such matters, but
you certainly know these children love each other."
" Oh, yes ; it's the talk of the whole valley. Such
children to love !"
The doctor laughed.
" You believe then that the heart must mature before
this is possible."
" Women love more ardently than girls do they not,
doctor ? what is the result of your experience ?"
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"My experience, fair lady? I have none. I have
never been in love."
" You ! at your age !"
" What do you estimate my age at ?"
" Why, twenty-five or six."
"You have guessed nearly correctly I could never
speak as certainly of yours."
" And what do you think my age is ?" asked Nina,
laughing.
" Eighteen, madam nineteen at most. It is the most
attractive of all ages," said the doctor with a bow.
" I suppose next you'll say I am the most attractive of
all your acquaintances !"
The doctor was plainly taken aback.
" You are called beautiful," he said.
"Ah, doctor, what if we are so called by indifferent,
careless people. None here appreciate me." And the
lady sighed.
" Pardon me, madam there is one who does." And
the doctor laid his hand upon his heart, with a look of
admiration too profound not to be somewhat affected.
" Flatterer !"
" I never flatter, madam."
" And you think me beautiful ?"
Doctor Thomas had found more than his match ; that
was plain.
"Beautiful, madam?" he said, "I find in you that
rare and excellent combination of qualities which I have
never met with save in a friend of my youth. She was
a paragon of all excellence."
Nina laughed.
" I am very glad so gallant a, man as Doctor Thomas
nas visited us," said she.
" And I that so charming a lady as Mrs. Lyttelton has
met me."
" Such persons then, doctor "
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" So mutually suited "
" So congenial in their tastes "
" Should be"
" Friends at least, doctor !"
" More than friends, I hope, madam !"
And after this mischievous and significant colloquy,
the lady and gentleman bowing profoundly, separated,
merrily laughing.
The doctor chuckled to himself throughout the whole
day
CHAPTER XIV.
BARRY GOES A-COURTINO.
DOCTOR THOMAS was not deceived : and in fifteen days
from that time Sally was out of bed, and could even in
the pleasant October noontide stroll down to the brook.
There seated on her favorite moss-clad rock, she would
muse for hours very happily, or, better still, spend the
morning in pleasant talk with Barry, who came over now
almost every day.
One day, the conversation led to a subject which some
what agitated the young girl : their marriage. They had
settled all this with the usual dispatch of lovers, and now
Barry was anxious to go and get her father's and mother's
consent, and be comfortably fixed before Christmas. Sally
after much blushing and hesitation consented to this ; and
Barry that very evening introduced the subject to the
hunter, while they were sitting alone after supper. He
shook his head.
" There's only one thing, Barry," he said, " which puts
it entirely out. I've gone and made a vow that Sally
shan't be married till she can wear a silk bought with the
carcass of that cursed varmint I've been hunting. I'll
never enjoy a happy minute till I circumvent that Satan
and before Sally can stand up with you I must bring
him down."
Barry was far from being cast down by this stranga
resolution of the hunter.
""Well then, father John, " he said, using the word
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father much as we now use uncle, as a term of familiar-
ity and affection, " well, so be it. Still I hope that Salty
will be able to marry me before Christmas."
The hunter shook his head. Was he jealous of this
young man who came thus coolly to ask him for his
heart's treasure ?
Barry did not press the matter, and he declared that
evening to Sally that there was no real obstacle in the
way of their nuptials. As to his duel with Doctor
Thomas he had wholly forgotten that, lately. It was
swallowed up with other trifles in Sally's illness. Some
times it crossed his mind and damped his joy, or threw a
oloud upon his hopeful thoughts ; but he wisely resolved
to allow his adversary to take the first step, as he regarded
himself as the insulting party, and then he thought no
more about it.
So a week or two glided past, and every day the hunter
was on the track of the buck. That enchanted animal
had a still more deadly enemy in Barry 1
CHAPTER XV.
THE DOCTOR FOLLOWS BARRY'S EXAYPLE.
Two days after this interview, Doctor Thomas was
passing by hunter John's on his way up the valley to see
Mrs. Nina Lyttelton, who had occupied much of his leisure
thought-time lately, when he observed the mountaineer
busily engaged in some mysterious occupation at his door.
Fe held a dog between his knees and in his right hand a
hot iron
Suddenly, a horrible howling echoed along the valley,
and, released from his master's hands, the animal ran
yelping into the pines.
The doctor stopped, and called out to know the cause
of the howling. On becoming aware of the presence of
the doctor, hunter John seemed much confused.
" I was burning Belt," said he.
" Burning him ?"
" Yes, doctor ; and if you don't know what burning a
dog in the forehead 's for, I can't tell you. Won't you
stop?"
" No, my friend, I am going to pay a visit up the
valley. So I am to apply elsewhere for information as to
--your servant, Miss Sally, you are wholly well, I see, and
r 'ally looking like a rose-bud."
Sally laughed.
" A very white one then, sir."
" Why, yes, but the bloom is coming back, and you'll
oon bear the bell as usual among the mountain beauties."
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"Oh, sir!"
" I have but one last prescription."
" What is that, sir ?" .
" That you shall mount behind me my horse fo per
fectly gentle and ride up the valley to Mr. Von Horn's.
I really think the ride would do you good."
Sally's eyes sparkled.
" Oh, I should like so much to go, si r ' Do you think
it would be good for me ?"
" Why, you may have a very dull time up there with
only Mrs. Nina, and that young Mr. Barry, as you call
him. But then you will have had your ride, and it will
do you service. If you could stand the tedious visit
now !" said Doctor Thomas, smiling.
Sally laughed and blushed, and her mother bringing
out a large shawl, she was soon mounted behind the doc
tor and merrily conversing, they took the road to father
Von Horn's the large Dutch dwelling visible some five
miles off at the "locking" of the mountains to the south.
They there found Nina and Barry father Von Horn
was out attending to his farm. He was about arranging
every thing for the winter, they said, when he would re
turn with his family to Martinsburg where he lived eigh
months in the year. It is not perfectly certain whether
the absence of the old man was regretted or not, but the
conversation was very merry and animated between the
doctor and Nina at least. As to Barry and Sally, they sat
at a window some distance from the talkers, and spent
1 wo hours very foolishly, whispering and smiling softly at
each other.
Father Von Horn gave the doctor and his "daughter
Sally" a hearty greeting, asking them how all were down
the valley, and whether hunter John had killed that buck
yet ? " He ought to be allowed to hunt him in peace
glancing at Barry and two persons ought not to go after
the Door deer at once. It gave him no chance '"
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With such cheerful conversation and i uch hearty
laughter, father Von Horn beguiled the half hour before
dinner ; and then the plentiful meal was spread before
them ; and then after more conversation they rose to go.
Nina kissed Sally with great affection, and warned the
doctor with a flitting blush to take care of her.
" Certainly, madam," he said, " I value my little pa
tient more than any thing in the world. I hurt her ! or
suffer any thing to!"
" Well, sir, you show good taste," said Nina, half laugh
ing, half pouting. " Good-by !"
The doctor placed the little arm of Sally carefully
around his waist with one hand, while he took off his hat
with the other and made the old German and his daugh
ter a low bow. This time Nina undoubtedly thrust out
her pretty lip.
As they went along, Sally perceived that Doctor Thomas
was shaking with internal laughter.
" Why, what are you laughing so funnily at ?" she
asked, laughing herself.
" Oh ! I couldn't tell you, Miss Sally, if I tried ; but I
am re^dy to burst. A ride ! a ride ! that's what I want.
Would you like a ride ?"
" Oh, yes !" said Sally, her eyes sparkling. And in a
moment they were going at full gallop.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE PRACTICAL UTILITY OF BURNING A DOG IN THE FOREHEAD.
THEY went along at great speed, when the fine level
valley road rolled out its white ribbon before them, and
the I/loom which they had laughed about soon came into
Sally's cheek, and the light into her eyes again. Tl/e
animal's gait was rpgular and easy, and by the time they
had reached the bottom of hunter John's hill, the young
girl looked like a different being, so rosy were her cheel 8
and her brow so laughing. She seemed to have caught
the gorgeous crimson of the sunset-trees, and the light of
the radiant heaven, and with the incarnate spring-tirr.e of
her smile to make the autumn glories, merest folly- -
wholly out of place !
The doctor was pressed to spend the night, and finally
he consented making hunter John promise to awake
him early. The hunter gave him a strange look, and
said, " Please God that should be :" which Doctor Thorna*
tried in vain to understand.
" What wore you burning your dog to-day for, friend?"
he said, while they sat thoughtfully smoking before the
blazing pine splinters, whose warmth the coolness of the
October evening rendered far from unpleasant ; " you did
not tell me, recollect."
The hunter smiled.
"That ain't all," said he, "I've been to Mrs. Oouit-
landt's to-day since you passed by ; and more has benn
done yet."
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"What?"
" You'll see, I hope. I'm hoping the time's come.
But suppose it does," muttered the hunter, " what'll I
gain? Why on earth now should I be so anxious ? Poor
old fool ! I'm not knowing wh*t I do."
The doctor endeavored in vain to extract from hunter
John an explanation of these singular speeches ; and soon
after he was shown to his chamber. Very early he
seemed to hear, as in a dream, the same trampling that
formerly attracted his attention, then the subdued yelping
of dogs, then the gradually dying notes of a horn that
seemed to sound from fairy land. Then all died away,
and he slept again.
At sunrise he was suddenly aroused by the report of a
rifle, which borne on the echoes of the valley camo
distinctly and clearly to his ears. He rose and dressed,
and descended. He met his hostess and Sally who were
already " stirring," and asked them who had fired? They
could not tell, but expected it was the hunter.
Suddenly a horn, ringing, joyful, and sonorous, rolled
its clear music down the mountain side, and all paused,
listening earnestly. It sounded again ; then a third time.
Sally clapped her hands and with a flushed face cried,
" Oh ! I believe father has killed that buck at last !"
And so the hunter indeed had. In half an hour he ap
peared on the bank of the stream with the enormous buck
before him on his saddle ; there the stranger met and
congratulated him. They were soon before the house
and the buck was laid on the grass. It was an animal
of uncommon size with antlers of extraordinary length
and weight, and its hair was much lighter in color than
usual. There could be but one such deer in a thousand
herds.
The hunter did not appear as joyful as one would have
expected at this realization of all his hopes and desires.
** When you saw me yesterday," he said to his guest,
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" I was burning my dog in his forehead, and we do that
\vhen any deviltry is in a hound "
"Deviltry?"
" To be plain, when they are witched," said the huntrr,
" and Belt was as much witched as my rifle. Then I
went down to Mrs. Courtlandt's and she took my rifle and
un witched that!"
Hunter John spoke doggedly, and the stranger did not
contradict or interrupt him. He proceeded :
"I knew after that how it would be," he said, "and I
can't say why I didn't brand the dog before, and get Mrs
Courtlandt to fix my gun ; but I reckon I was afraid,"
added the hunter, ingenuously. " So this morning I \vm1
out after the buck, determined to bring him home with
me, or wear myself out. Just up on the mountain side 1
met Barry, who was also hunting the varmint, and we
took different ways looking for him. I knew his haunt*
though, and in half an hour I was on his track he was
started and I knew it was the beast himself, for Belt
don't run any other of late, and his tongue told me when
the game was afoot. Well, I ran him from one end o'
the valley to the other doubled the mountain, and went
after him along Sleepy Creek. I thought Elkhorn would
a' burst but he never failed, because he knew well
enough that the buck was doomed. The varmint soon
doubled again for the mountain and I followed him I
could see him easy now, and I followed him \\itlmut
holding Elkhorn in, though the mountain ain't a level
road there. So we came thunderin' down straight to
ward the house here yonder you see the bridle pnth ;
and having a good sight of him, I dropped the bridle and
leveling my gun, let him have it. But I missed my
rifle hadn't the deviltry out of it quite yet. I knew I
hadn't touched him but Belt was at his heels and he
was tired. The next minute I saw him rearing on Moss
Rock, and he fell over the precipice the dogs after him.
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Look there Dapple is good for nothing! His nind leg
and off foreleg is broke ! Well, I was on him in no time.
My arm still hurt me where it was broke and it was
weakly, but that was nothing. I jumped off my horse,
pitched into him, and got only this scratch here, before
*ny knife was through his throat, and his neck was
quivering !"
As he spoke, the hunter, with flashing eyes and flushed
face, rolled up his sleeve and showed a deep wound in his
shoulder. The doctor looked at the deer his antlers
were bloody.
" You are wounded !" he exclaimed, " run, Miss Sally
and get some linen."
The girl, pale and startled, hastened to bring it. The
hunter suffered his wound to be bandaged, with many
"pshaws!"
At the moment he again rolled down his wide sleeve,
as if nothing had happened, Barry made his appearance
at the bottom of the hill, his horse white with foam and
bathed in sweat. On seeing the deer, he threw himself
from the seat and ran up the hill.
"Is he dead at last!" cried Barry.
The hunter smiled.
" As a door nail, Barry my boy ; you can see for your
self."
" Poor animal !" said the doctor laughing, " he was too
fine a beast to be cut down in his pride only to supply
some hungry mouth with venison !"
Sally blushed, and looked at Barry.
" There's more than that on his death, doctor and I
believe from your wicked way of laughing, you know it,"
said the hunter. " Sally's marriage to but she'll tell
you all. 1 need rest. I'm most nigh worn out."
" Your marriage, Miss Sally !" cried Doctor Thomas
with well dissembled astonishment. The young girl
blushed ; and Barry seemed much disposed to interrupt
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the speaker; only he did not know how to do so with
propriety.
" So there's a marriage on the tapis is there ? Well, 1
suppose you'll have a splendid supper on the strength of
the buck, my dear host I have no doubt you will enjoy
a slice from the saddle."
" No," said hunter John.
" You won't eat him ?"
" I am going this very morning to Martinsburg to sell
him. Sally's got to be married in him.''
" Married in him !"
The hunter laughed.
" I'm joking with you," said he, " I mean that the
money I get for the varmint is going to buy her a white
silk dress yes, that very thing. My baby'll look pretty
then, won't she ?" said the hunter, tapping his daughter's
cheek with a well pleased smile.
Sally, overcome with joy and diffidence, ran into her
chamber, where throwing herself into a chair, she began
to cry. But they were not sorrowful tears.
" And ncrv, dame ! some breakfast !" cried the hunter,
"I'm offio n hour."
CHAPTER XVII.
THE RATTLE OF TONGUES.
A. MONTH had flown onward, making the gorget na
forests still more brilliant in their coloring ; the mount
ains still more beautiful; freshening still more the bracing
air, which, long dreaming of the warmth of the summer
sun, was loth to give up all at once the glories of hia
smile. But that smile if not so warm was brighter and
its splendor flashed along the morning streams, and broke
above the waving trees at noon, and broadened to a red
faced, silent burst of merry laughter, when across the
mountain the great orb went dragging with him one more
golden autumn day.
Barry had never thought the mountains so beautiful
though he made the discovery, very soon, that Sally's
smile added much to their attraction.
At last the day approached for the marriage of the
" young folks ;" and Doctor Thomas averred that never
in all his travels had he seen such a commotion ; perhaps
this was in consequence of Sally's great popularity with
the young (and old too) of both sexes, in the neighbor
hood. Certainly, her wedding was looked forward to with
rejoiceful expectation, and the young girl was scarcely
suffered to " sew a stitch" for herself; her friends insisted
on doing it all for her. Hunter John had brought back
from Martinsburg what all considered a magnificent white
watered silk, and dozens of consultations were held before
the precise fashion of the dress was determined 014., Nina
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Lyttolton was here the loudest and most authoritative
speaker.
" Oh ! low necked by all means !" she cried. " Who
would have a great stiff silk up to her throat ?"
" But," suggested one of the young ladies, " it is not
summer time."
" What of that ?"
" Low necks are for summer !"
" Nonsense !" cried Nina, laughing.
" I know why you are for low necks !"
"Why?"
" You are wearing a low-necked dress now."
Nina laughed still more loudly.
" I appeal to Doctor Thomas," she said, as that gen
tleman entered, " if that is not the prettiest and moat
suitable."
" What, ladies ?" asked the doctor.
" The neck bare in a bride."
" Why, now"
" Come, doctor, you shall decide "
" I can easily decide one question, madam ; namely,
whether such fashions are becoming. Mrs. Lyttelton
has never looked more radiant."
Nina laughed.
" Still," said the doctor, " it seems to me only proper
and reasonable, that Miss Sally herself should have some
part in this discussion, as she is to wear the dress."
This decision was on all sides voted down, as ridiculous,
and an unwarrantable innovation on established usage ; and
in the midst of the clamor Sally herself entered, looking
like a rose-bud. The important question was finally de
cided, and the young girl was entering her room when the
doctor made her a sign that he wished to speak to her.
"A present for you, Miss Sally, from your friend or
rather my friend, Mrs. Court lain It,'' he said, giving her a
oostly pair of ear-rings.
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" Oh, thank you !" said the girl, delighted ; " that's just
what I wanted : but do you think father would let me
take them from " she paused ; and the doctor smiled
" They are good friends now," he said, " since the gun
is unwiiched ; but here he is, ask him."
Hunter John in fact entered at the moment.
"Where did your pretty ear-drops come from, pet?'
said he ; " your servant, doctor."
" From Mrs. Courtlandt, father."
The hunter looked grave ; then laugaed.
" I begin to think my old superstitious head has been
making me think her too much of a witch," he said. "I
used to see her oftentimes in Martinsburg, years back, and
she wasn't such a dreadful person. It's only since she
came to the mountains here, some four years ago, when
her school was broke up, I have felt afraid of her. Most
old people now are like me though all were in the back
times."
Then taking the jewels, and looking tenderly at his
daughter, ho said to the doctor :
" And you brought these, I reckon ; well, Mrs. Court-
landt must have fallen in love with you; what do you
say? ha! ha!"
" Why, I don't know."
" She's still handsome."
Yes."
"And you're certain come now, doctor that she
hasn't taken a fancy to you ?"
" Why, she received me with a kiss when I arrived,"
said the doctor gravely ; " and now I come to remember
my friend, the care she takes of my wardrobe signifies
much. That should have opened my eyes."
This speech threw the whole company into profound
astonishment. It is probable that such was the intention
of the speaker. Nina, however, said nothing ; for " mat
ters had become very serious" between herself and the
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doctor lately, it was said. Doctor Thomas was immedk
ately overwhelmed with questions ; and for some min
utes was in despair. The storm at last settled down, and
he had an opportunity, all thought, of explaining himself.
Nina, above all, waited for this explanation ; not that
she feared a rival in Mrs. Courtlandt, but it is une pecu
liarity of that position in which this lady now stood to
ward the doctor, that the mind does not weigh clearly
and decide rationally. Nina was therefore determined to
quarrel with her suitor.
The doctor gave her no opportunity, however, but
mentioning as a piece of pleasant and agreeable news that
his friend Mrs. Courtlandt was then preparing a new coat
and moccasins to attend the wedding, he took his de
parture. Having cast this bomhshell into the midst of
the company, he very rationally supposed that it would
form the topic of conversation and thus he himsell
escape " abuse ;" and he was not mistaken.
No sooner had he disappeared, than the storm burst
forth with overwhelming power.
" That Mrs. Courtlandt !"
" No better than a witch !"
" She's handsomo though."
" You ought to be ashamed to say so she handsome '
with that old cap on her head and that odious boy's
roundabout!" cried Nina.
Every one laughed.
" Nina is jealous of her," said one; " the doctor is her
beau, you know, girls ! and she can't bear Mrs. Court,
landt."
" I think Mrs. Courtlandt is still very handsome," said
another.
"And I think you very impudent," said Nina, laugh
ing, " to say the doctor is my beau !"
" You know he is, Nina."
** I don't care that for him," snapping her fingers; "and
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Pm sure," she added pouting, "he don't value me more
than that himself."
" Why only yesterday he told me that he had lost his
heart completely."
Nina blushed, and turning away hid her confusion by
asking for " a piece of bobbin edge."
" Bobbin edge on that !" cried one.
" Certainly," said Nina.
" I never heard of such a thing ! It won't suit ! w
" I appeal to you, girls "
" Yes !"
" No !"
" It will ruin it !"
" It will make it beautiful !"
And forgetting completely the affairs of Nina and the
doctor, these young ladies again plunged into the weighty
considerations of trimming, and assorting colors at which
point we leave them with great pleasure.
CHAPTER XVIII.
HOW THEY RAN FOR THE BOTTLE.
THE wedding morning dawned clear and auspicious,
with a laughing sun above the evergreen pines, and
on the many-colored woods of later fall ; and a bracing
freshness in the wandering wind that gently caressed the
cheek, and brightened every eye. The stream danced
along the valley with a gayer music than its wont ; the
golden leaves seemed laughing and chuckling privately t^
themselves ; the small white clouds came slowly floating
from the east and west with the veering wind, and paus
ing just above the home of hunter John, were plainly
interested equally with stream, and leaf, and tree, in t hi.-
the wedding-day of the valley's "darling!"
Noon was approaching when an echoing shout flying
and gamboling like a schoolboy on a holiday came down
the valley, and gave warning that the company were
drawing on.
In five minutes the dell seemed alive with horsemen,
who galloping as though a rushing flood greater than
ever broke through Holland dykes was at their heels,
flew onward toward the house of hunter John. With
hair streaming caps waved madly over their heads and
heels dug violently into the sides of their flying coursers,
they came more recklessly than ever yet the riders in
any steeple-chase, toward the hill. For there awaited
them old hunter John a mighty, ribbon-ornamented
bottle in his hand. Why need we add, those rushing roar
ing mountain youths were "running for the bottle!"
Among the foremost, mounted on his gallant sorrel,
ind thundering a Inn? with careless rein, and hand upon
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his thigh, was Doctor Thomas. The doctor was clad with
unusual elegance. He wore a laced velvet coat, a many,
colored vest, and his silk stockings and white-topped
boots were marvels of taste and richness. You hardly
looked at the rider nevertheless so fine a sight was the
noble sorrel, with arched neck and glossy coat, flying on
ward to the merrymaking, as though h too knew the
meaning of it all.
Behind the valiant doctor came a dozen other horse
men, all at full speed, with coats streaming, hats waved
madly over head, and merry shouts ; hehind, for though
the speed of the mountain horses was great, the sorrel
sept before them all.
Suddenly, with a hurst of jocund laughter all drew up,
checking their foaming horses, and yielding in the con
test. Doctor Thomas had reached the hill, sped up to
the door, and received from hunter John the famous bot
tle. A shout greeted this performance, and the horse
men coming up, the victor was congratulated by all. He
handed the bottle to a young mountaineer, on a swift
black mare ; and in a moment the young man was on
his way back at full speed. Barry and the wedding
party were to drink of "Black Bess" so they called it
before they came on to the mansion.
By noon the guests had all arrived among the rest
father Von Horn, and Nina, and to the profound aston
ishment of all Mrs. Courtlandt ! That lady was not
clad, as Doctor Thomas had threatened, in her singular
home costume of moccasins and coat, but in a plain dark
dress, which set off well her calm and refined counte
nance. Hunter John expressed some consternation on
her arrival mounted on the little white pony all knew
well but soon this passed, and the merrymaking com-
inenced. The bride, had not as yet made her appear-
ance ; but soon her door was thrown open, and the " dar
ling" of the valley issued forth.
CHAPTER XIX.
HOW SHE WORE THE WHITE SILK AFTER ALL.
SALLY had never looked prettier than at this moment
She was clad in the famous silk, whose history the readei
has heard at so much length, and it now appeared thai
Nina Lyttelton's counsel had carried the day for the
dress was low-necked. The rich silk undulating as she
moved, fairly dazzled the eye and had not Sally on that
morning withdrawn herself solemnly from the list of
mountain belles, we can not estimate the number of
enemies she must have made. In her hair some white
lingering autumn flowers clustered together, spreading
around her as she came, a faint delight and, not to
elaborate what we feel to be a most poor and inadequate
description, this young lady whom we have promoted to
the post of heroine, in one word, so overcame all hearts
including of course those youths who would have died foi
her before that many felt thereafter (for a month or two)
that life had lost all charm for them ; that all their hap
piness was merest shadow, existence but a dream, and
that unhappy; the world no longer bright since she, the
" darling" of all hearts had gone from them ; " gone and
got married," as they said, and so was lost forever !
But unconscious of the many hearts she was breaking,
the young girl came on, attended by her bridemaids
and at her side walked Barry, proud and happy. Around
him were gathered also the attentive groomsmen in their
enowy aprons ; and soon the ceremony was commenced
End ended j and Sally, blushing like a rose, received tho
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thousand gratulations, kisses, and wishes for her happi
ness, customary on such occasions.
When all had pledged the new-married pair in the
contents of the great punch bowl, the broad table was
drawn out, and those white-aproned gentlemen we have
mentioned, hastened to the next room temporarily the
kitchen. Thence they filed in with the great hissing
dishes, and having placed the profuse meal, as was their
duty, on the board, they sat down with the rest, and the
feast commenced.
CHAPTER XX.
HOW THEY ALL ROMPED MERRILY, AND WHO GOT THE SLIPPER.
IT was a hearty and cheerful sight to see old huntei
John upon that merry day. He seemed to have returned
to his boyhood once again, and when he took the Lr;u! >f
the table, with his wife at the foot and Sally at his side,
you should have seen him ! He was clad like all his
guests Doctor Thomas only excepted in the orna
mented hunting shirt of the mountaineers, leggings,
stockings, and high-buttoned vest ; an enormous collar
sawed his ears, confined by a narrow ribbon, bound
around his broad muscular throat ; and his iron-gray hair
was gathered in a queue behind.
But no one saw his dress, or dreamed of the existence
of the queue; the smile of joy and pride, illuminating
gloriously the broad bright-eyed face, alone was visible ;
and when the hunter stood up with a mighty cup raised
in his right hand and drank " to the young people's happy
times," all the company rose as if on springs, and a shout
broke from them which was heard far off upon the
mountain side, and made the house vibrate with very
joy, and wholly drowned the merrily-laughing fiddle
which was perched in the corner, over the revelers' heads,
with standing orders never to stop a moment to take
breath, but do its best to drown the clatter of plates, and
silence every voice '
It was not long before the scramble for the slipper of
the bride commenced. This new or rather very old
mode of " hunting the slipper," was simply to obtain by
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tratagem or other means while she sat at table, the
slipper of the bride, and he who succeeded in gaining
possession of it spite of her struggles, and of the efforts
of the groomsmen in her defense, was entitled to two
sisses, and a bottle of wine declared by long established
ind well-known usage his appropriate reward.
First, one of the young men would come behind her
;hair, and commence an indifferent conversation then
bend down to admire the new ring upon the fair hand of
the bride ; then suddenly the meaning of all this man
oeuvring would betray itself in a quick dart at the little
shoe firmly fixed on the little foot beneath the table.
But the shoe was not so easily captured and mos 4 proj-
ably the adventurous wight was caught by the attentive
roomsmen, jand thrown staggering back ; or w r orse still, a
ringing sound was heard, and he retreated with tingling
r-heek from the offended bride. Every stratagem possible
was used, every effort made to get possession of the slip
per, and we may assert with perfect safety that the bottle
of wine was not the prize so warmly struggled for by the
young mountaineers. Sally was too honest and reason
able to dispute the right acquired by the fortunate person,
and she made every exertion to preserve herself from the
threatened kisses.
At last the struggle for a moment ceased ; they were
taking breath.
" Brave girl !" cried old father Von Horn who sat at
her side, and had watched the romping with vast delight;
" I know she's a match for you all, boys ! no kisses for
you here ! You will have to confine your embraces to
your own sweethearts;" here the old man looked mis
chievously around on the young girls.
They all tossed their heads.
"Pshaw!" he cried, "you know I am joking, my
daughters. But I was savin:/ that this little shoe here
was safe still, and in how long is it, friend Myers"
222 LEATHER AND SII.K.
" Tn ten minutes it'll be out," said hunter John, looking
at a Dutch clock over the mantle-piece. " The time will
then be up, and we'll get to the dancing, girls."
" Oh, yes !" they all exclaimed, " let us have the
dancing soon !"
" I love so much to dance !"
" I'm your partner, recollect !"
" No, you are not for the first reel ! w
" What a merry fiddle !"
In the midst of this burst of talk, Sally turned to
father Von Horn with a beseeching look.
The old man laughed significantly.
" Do you want any of these youngsters to get the
shoe ?" he said.
" Oh, no ! father Von Horn," with great energy.
"Eh? not one?"
"Indeed I wouldn't let a single one touch it if I
could help it. But I can't ! I don't think I can keep it
on my foot," said the girl, laughing ; " I thought that last
pull of Doctor Thomas would certainly bring it off."
" Come now, is there no one here you have less objec
tion to kiss ?"
" I hate to think of kissing any."
" Why, what a cruel little chit !"
"Oh, father Von Horn!" said Sally, laughing, "to
think that some one of these rough boys should take off
Barry's kiss ;" her voice sank at these last words and she
blushed and smiled.
" To say nothing of the bottle of good old wine."
" Oh, any body may have that there it is on the
mantle-piece," she said ; and then in the softest and most
caressing tone of voice :
" Do yon like Madeira wine, father Von Horn !" askod
Ihe little witch.
The old man laughed loudly.
* Why, yea 1" said he, " but I'm afraid I shall get noi .9
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}f it to-night, as you won't let any one take the slipper ;
a pretty little shoe it is," said the old man, glancing at
the small foot, "the doctor there, says it's so small he
can't grasp it with his hand !"
" Oh, he's a great flatterer, father Yon Horn ! But I
didn't say I wouldn't let any one take my slipper, as you
say "
"What!"
" Not in the least, father Von Horn," said the girl with
a sly and confidential smile, " I said none of the boys !
of course I wouldn't care if some nice old gentleman
could "
" Treason !" cried father Yon Horn ; " was the like
ever seen ! Come here, boys !"
" Oh, please don't betray me !" said Sally, beseechingly,
" please, father Yon Horn. They would laugh at me till
I cried ; and then you know," she said smiling, " there
would be no dancing !"
" What are you talking about, father Yon Horn?" the
young men asked.
" Why, I wished to say to yon, my young friends, that
in five minutes the time for getting the slipper off is out
then good-by to the kisses and the wine."
The young men approached the bride carelessly.
" Oh ! we have given it up."
" Wholly."
" It's no use."
" Miss Sally has got the fairies to work her a slipper
and it is put on with a spell.".
But these careless laughing words only masked a more
violent attack than ever ; and with such vigor and skill
was the onset made that the young girl only kept her
slipper on by the closest pressure of her foot. Suddenly,
father Yon Horn cried :
" The bottle, boys ! the bottle ! see to it !"
All heads were turned to the mantle-pieoe, thinking to
224 LEATHER AND SILK.
see it fall ; when the merry old man stooped down, and
with a quick jerk drew off the slipper and held it up in
triumph !
" The slipper ! the slipper !"
" Father Von Horn, indeed !"
"It ain't fair!"
" I believe you let him take it, Miss Sally !"
" How can you say so !" she replied, laughing ; " Tould
I think of it while I was looking at the bottle ?"
But spite of this ingenious defense, we are obliged to
express our serious doubts of its sincerity. It was after
ward stated that Miss Sally, when all eyes were turned
away, had slyly bent back father Von Horn's stalwart
thumb ; and that in obedience +o the signal, the slipper
had been sei2ed.
However it may have been, one thing is certain, that
the old man claimed the penalty ; and the bottle gayly
decked out with ribbons was handed to him. He filled
the bride's cup, then passed it round ; so it was emptied.
The rest of the penalty was more ceremoniously claimed
by the fortunate possessor of the slipper.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE RECLAIMING OF THE SLIPPER.
THE party all rose from table, and the table itself -vrai
borne with the rapidity of magic from the room. Thus
the floor was cleared for dancing; but first the ceremony
we have alluded to was to be gone through with.
The company scattered back to the walls, where rang
ing themselves in close columns they looked on in silence.
Then forth into the open space came father Von Horn,
and with a profound bow, and a sign to the music, said :
" Here am I where is the bride ?"
" Here am I I am the bride," said the merry voice of
the young girl, as she came into the open space, from the
opposite side, with a slight irregularity in her gait for
the old man held gayly in his hand the captured shoe.
Father Von Horn bowed again.
"Is this the bride's shoe? look at it well," said he.
rt I am the bride the slipper is mine," said Sally
blushing and laughing.
" I found the slipper the little white slipper."
" Do you wish a reward ?"
" Yes."
" What shall it be ?"
" The slipper is pretty, and worth two kisses."
" Kisses, sir ?"
" Two of them !"
" Here are my lips."
As they repeated these words, they slowly approached
each other, and father Von Horn kneeling on one knee,
?26 LEATHKK AND SII.K.
with the most profound respect, put the sapper upon th
girl's foot, and then rising, placed his arms round her neck
and kissed her twice, exciting thereby dreadful enmity
among the young men against him.
At the same moment, the whole company commenced
gayly singing,
" Put your shoe on
To keep your foot wann,
And two little kisses will do you no harm.*'
The fiddle changing its tone from the wild outrageous
merriment which before characterized it, to a thought-
ful and subdued measure, here glided in, so to speak, and
interpreted the words. The whole was wound up with,
" heigho ! heigho !" sung as a chorus, but these " heighos'
were much more like laughter than sighing.
Then the fiddle, as if ashamed of falling into a fit of
musing, and being absent in company, struck up a merry
reel, and the bride, the groom, the whole joyful party
ommenced gayly dancing.
CHAPTER XXII
THE DOCTOR REMINDS BARRY OF HIS ENGAGEMENT.
THE happy company took no thought of the rolling
hours, but acting on the ancient and respectable maxim,
that no time is like the present moment for enjoyment,
entered into the dancing with a spirit, which for the time
made them lose sight of every thing else in the world.
It was part of their teaching this wild abandonment to
mirth and laughter. But a few years before, within the
memory at least of many, the savage had often inter
rupted such sport with the yell of onset ; and the recol
lections or the traditions of those former years still dwelt
in the minds of all, and impressed upon them the import
ance of the moment for enjoyment.
Alone in the background, Doctor Thomas looked on
with silent pleasure ; his eyes following incessantly the
forms of Barry and Sally and Nina as they ran through
the dance. Barry was entirely happy, perhaps for the
first time in his life, for his was a nature which de
manded the extremes of emotion always ; and now in the
extreme happiness of his union with the young girl, he
forgot all the sad days that had gone before and gave
himself up to unreserved delight.
He left the room, just as the mountains and the sky
were darkening, to commune with his own thoughts in
silence and obscurity. The sound of an approaching foot
step interrupted him. He turned round.
" Ah, sir," said he, " you are here ; I thought I was
alone."
" Which means that my presence is an intrusion, eh ?"
said Doctor Thomas.
128 LEATHER AND BILK.
" The world is free, sir."
" Pardon me, that is a fallacy ; bul I came, sir, to
arrange our little matters; you no duuot understand to
what I allude."
Barry's face flushed.
" We are to fight then are we, sir ?"
" Why certainly ; you challenged me, I think."
"No sir not challenged you," said Bany coldly, and
repressing his agitation by a powerful effort, "you in
tuited a lady and I resented it."
"Well, well, words convey ideas; and I think you offered,
on the occasion to which I allude, to fight me ' with any
Weapons ' Those were your very words, were they not?"
"And I am ready to hold to my words," said Barry
with an icy sensation at his heart.
Doctor Thomas threw a piercing glance upon the yonng
man's agitated but resolute face his pale but firm lips,
his cheeks filled with blood, his large glowing eyes.
"Splendid diagnosis," he muttered with a smile.
Then he said aloud :
" It is no child's play we are about, sir ; this will be
- -should we fight a matter of life and death."
' So be it !" said the young man
" I am sorry."
" Be sorry on your own account, sir ! you have not thn
satisfaction of feeling that you fight in a good cause. I
have i '
"E so?"
" Y ' pretend not to understand me. Well, sir, -hat
is you vn business."
"I understand that we must fight, and that >ou
are iui arried."
Ban lip curled with scorn.
" An yr that reason you have pressed the matter now."
" Co.u> come"
T ad ire your great delicacy, sir "
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might have ?ery reasonably fearec a personal encounter
then and there. The doctor only smiled, and his smile
was bright and unaffected.
"Why, we are enemies are we not?" he asked.
" Yes, sir ; we are."
" "Well, when you have an enemy what do you do ?"
" Say what you have to say, sir."
"May the devil take me, you are crusty, my friend,
it is not etiquette to reply to me in this way."
" I don't mean to use ceremony."
"It is, however far more comme il faut pardon my
rudeness. In Paris, the centre of European refinement
so they say at least a challenge necessitates courtesy,
between the principals. You may kill, but you must kill
with politeness and kindness."
To these coolly uttered words, Barry replied, with flash
ing eyes, " I do not take pattern from others, sir, when
I am insulted !"
" Well, I was about to ask you, just at the moment
you interrupted me, what your course toward an enemy
would be under the present circumstances. I meant to
say that my revival of our quarrel at this moment is not
so heinous an offense against good breeding as you would
make it. Granted I hate you, does it not follow that my
proposal at this moment is the most rational, philosophi
cal and consistent I could make ? You are at the height
of felicity I would plunge you into the depths of de
spair, by saying to you, 'Come now and give me youi
life ; you owe it to me !' "
Barry turned pale.
4 ' I am ready," he said, with one hand on his heart.
"Pistols?"
" Any thing."
" Now ? They are not far off."
Barry's head sank and his lip quivered. Oh ! to aban
don so much happiness just as he had grasped it to yield
op the prize iust when it was his own ! to die
sso LEATHER AND STI.K.
hav commence! a long life of unalloyed <ldi?h% witk
that dear heart to drive iMay al' sorrow, and light up his
days with never failing joy! It was a hard trial, am
the stranger watched him '.vith close attention , he saw
the head droop, the lip quiver. But the next moment
Barry's head rose, and his large haughty eye flashed fire.
"Now!" he said, resolutely, "yes, sir; you have the
right to order all ! Let it be now !"
The doctor received this reply with an expression im
possible to describe ; but ho gazed upon the young man
with the deepest tenderness the most unmistakable ad-
miration.
Then advancing a step toward him :
" Sir," he said with dignity, and in a voice from which
every trace of its usual mocking sarcasm had disappeared,
" I ask of you pardon for the unworthy words I have
uttered now and at our former interview, and hope you
will forgive me for what I have both said and done. I
can not offer you an apology for the insult to your bride,
for I am guilty of uttering no such words, of offering no
euch insult. You do not know me," here a brilliant
smile lit up the martial and attractive features of the
stranger, " or you never Would have believed me guilty
of such an act."
Bowing to Barry, he turned away and bent his steps
toward the mansion, leaving the young man in such pro
found astonishment, that he was wholly incapable of
returning the stranger's courtly inclination. That as-
tonishment was far from disagreeable, however: this
thing of nursing a quarrel which had cooled, into its
primitive violence, and deliberately taking a man's life
or losing his own for it, was repugnant to every prin
ciple of the mountaineers. At the risk then .f lowering
our hero in th) readers estimation, we must confess he
was delighted.
Suddenly a loud shout from tho houie attracted hia
attention, and he hastened in.
CHAPTER XXIII.
HOW DOCTOR THOMAS EXHIBTED 6REAT DELIGHT AT NINA*8
SAYING U NO."
THE cause of the outcry was very simple. Some of
the young men had provided themselves with an enor
mous pumpkin, which, having hollowed it out, they
carved into the form of a terrible and threatening face,
with goggle eyes, frowning brow, and huge ogre teeth.
They had then fixed candles in the eyes, and raising it
on a stick, suddenly presented it at the window ; at the
same moment, a young gentleman renowned for his
excellence in the department of animal-mimicry had
uttered a terrific roar.
The consequence of this manoeuvre was first the
shrieks we have mentioned then sundry fits of hysterics,
some fainting fits indeed. The first in point of sudden
ness and violence was Mrs. Nina Lyttelton who seeing a
wicker couch convenient, and catching a glimpse of the
doctor, had fallen with a truth of representation and a
grace of attitude worthy of the highest admiration.
The doctor bending over her, applied the usual restora
tives with his usual ironical courtesy, and subdued
chuckle : but it might have been observed that his man
ner had much changed toward the fair Nina.
At last she opened her eyes.
" Is that you ?" she said smiling, languidly.
" Yes," said he, very rationally.
" Oh, I was so frightened !"
" Those wicked boys !"
'What was it?"
" Why, nothing but a large pumpkin which the/ had
fi*ed with lights. How could you faint at that"
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" Oh, it scared me so."
" And your fright was pretty, on my faith. You faint
sharmingly, Nina," said the doctor in a low tone, almost
whispering.
The lady laughed.
" Doctor Thomas is very flattering," she said with a
uay emphasis on the two first words of the sentence.
" He will break himself of that bad habit perhaps
when "
" You stop ; why don't you finish your speech."
" When he is united no, I mean when he is " the
happiest of men ;" that is a prettier phrase."
" Impudent !"
Who I ?"
" Yes."
" How am I, pray ?"
" To presume to speak of our marriage as all settled."
And she gave him a fascinating smile.
" Why, is it not ?"
"No."
" Good ! I thought so, I knew I couldn't be mistaken
As usual your no means yes."
" You are unbearable."
" What a charming pout you have, Nina ! I now s'je
for the first time how much you have gained in beaut) 1 "
" And you are much deteriorated."
The doctor curled his mustache, with a flattered air
' Well, when shall it be ?" he said.
"What?"
" Our wedding-day, of course !"
" I won't marry you ever."
" Say on Christmas eve, darling."
"No! no! no!"
"I am the happiest of men!" exclaimed the doctoi,
kissing her hand with an expression of deep delight.
CHAPTER XXIV.
HOW FATHER VON HORN DRANK TO THE GOOD HEALTH Of- THR
ABSENT AND WHAT ENSUED.
THE happiest days must come to an end, the merriest
hours go onward to the shadowy tomb of the future,
though the gayest music strive to rouse them from their
biers. The splendid October day had gone across the
hills and far away, and was no more a thing of being,
real life to "Meadow Valley ;" only a memory, long time
very sweet and pleasant to all the dwellers in those bor
ders. The night darkened and darkened, and at last the
hour approached when the merry company must say
good -by, and once more seek their homes. In other
words the big Dutch clock struck twelve.
Mrs. Courtlandt, whom we have scarcely noticed, chiefly
because she kept herself so quiet in a corner with some
middle aged gossips of her acquaintance, rose to go.
" Well, Mrs. Courtlandt," said hunter John, " you ain't
going yet ? The parting cup's yet to be drunk you know,
and the supper ate ; the boys are now in the other room
fixing it."
Mrs. Courtlandt, with a pleasant smile and a polite
word, readily consented to wait. "She was no spoil
sport, and if she tried to break up the party now, they
would go home and abuse her so badly that she would be
persecuted for a witch, which some now thought her !"
A t this hunter John laughed ; but was interrupted in
Kb reply by the throwing open of the middle door,
\\hence the large table entered, loaded with the mighty
supper. Huge roasts hissed and smoked broils, stews,
031 1,EATIIF.R AND SILK.
bvhes sent forth their appetizing odor, and large crum
1 1 ing potatoes rose in pyramids, until they looked down
proudly on the very rum-jugs, tall and portly which stood
Tanking all.
The supper was done full justice to, and again we
mast call attention to the fact, that the young ladies
vere by no means backward in their demeanor at the
tible. From noon to midnight dancing all the while,
nd with none of those intermediate meals which enable
the fair damsels of our day to exhibit at the table such a
birdlike slenderness of appetite certes they must have
been most honestly hungry ! At least they seemed to
be ; and so the meal passed with a mighty clatter ; not
alone of knives and forks, be it observed but also of cups
and quickly emptied flagons.
At last a silence of expectation succeeded all this noise
and bustle ; the toasts were now to come ; what in our
day we call the " regular toasts."
First, by hunter John " Health, happiness, and salva
tion to fellow men all the world over," which was drunk
with much pleasure, and a great deal of honesty and
sincerity.
Next by the Rev. gentleman who had united the pair,
and who buried in a corner, talking theological dogmas,
has not once crossed our vision " Health to the new-
married ones ; the Lord guide and strengthen and pre
serve them, and make them his own. Amen/' This
was considered a little too much like " asking a blessing,"
and they hesitated between drinking and using their lips
for the purpose of saying amen : but the worthy clergy
man settled their doubts by draining his glass, and smil
ing as none but the old fox-hunting parsons of past
days ventured to do. So the toast was duly honored with
" healths," many fathoms deep, even with shouts.
Then father Von Horn passing his hand across his
brow, to dispel what seemed to be a cloud before hi*
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eyes, drank " To the absent every where over-seas ot
elsewhere. May they all come back!" and he glanced
mournfully at Mrs. Courtlandt. That lady was smiling.
" Father Von Horn will tell you a story, girls," she
said, " and whom he means by the ' absent over seas.' "
The old man hesitated, but obeying a sign from Mrs
Courtlandt :
" I don't know, children," he said thoughtfully, " what
makes me so mindful of this now ; but as sister Court
landt has promised you a story I will tell you one."
" A story ?" said Doctor Thomas, " well, sir, we will
listen. Be sure to begin at the beginning."
Father Von Horn smiled.
" Once upon a time," he said musingly, " there was a
foolish old man who had two nephews : these youths
were the sons of his sister, and as she and her husband
both died in their childhood, he took them to his home as
.was but proper and right."
" He was a true and kind man, sir," said Doctor
Thomas, in a low voice.
"One of the nephews," continued father Von Horn,
" was willful and wild God forbid I should speak
harshly of him now, but he was the cause of much heavi
ness of heart to the old man, who was not so old either "
Well, sir"
" He was a pretty boy," said the old man, smiling and
gently beating his open hand with Sally's, "and I think I
sen him now just as he went away, with long curly hair
and merry mischievous face "
'He went away, did he?" murmured Doctor Thomas,
B1 ooping to touch his lips to a goblet of water.
'Yes; I was the old man and he was my nephew;
a /I one day we had an altercation on some trifling mat-
t . I was hasty and he left me."
"He ran away?" said Doctor Thomas, with a tremor
U his voice.
136 LEATHER AND SILK.
" Yes."
"And did he never return?"
"Never," said father Von Horn, sadly and thought-
fully.
" Where is he now ?"
" In Europe Paris they say, studying at the great
free colleges."
" You never heard from him, then ?" said Doctor
Thomas, starting.
" Yes, long ago : and we wrote to him, Barry and all."
" He never got your letters !"
"Why, what do you know of him ?"
" What would you give to see him ?" asked the doctor,
disregarding the old man's question, and trembling.
" Much," said father Von Horn briefly, and looking at
his interlocutor with astonishment.
" And you, Barry Courtlandt, what would you give
to see your brother? you, Mrs. Courtlandt to see your
nephew ?"
" 1 would be as happy as I could be in this world,"
said Barry, " but I am afraid," he added with mournful
gravity, " that brother Max will never come back again."
Doctor Thomas dashed down his cup and rose with
radiant countenance, and eyes that seemed to fairly flash
lightnings of joy. His form appeared to dilate, his stature
to increase, and pushing back his chair, he came with
one bound to Barry who had risen struck with astonish
ment, and mastered by a vague excitement.
" You are wrong, Barry !" cried Doctor Thomas, catch
ing the young man in his arms, " you are wrong ! I am
here now that brother Max ! You didn't know me !
and you, uncle, you were drinking to the health of your
bad nephew! Oh, he has changed, and I hope for the
better !"
The doctor ran on with a perfect river of exclamations,
nd it was difficult to say whether he did not make more
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noise than all the crowd together. The tears gmhei
from his eyes, he embraced the old German, hunter John,
Sally, Nina and as many young ladies as came in hia
way to their profound consternation ; and declared to
every one that this was the happiest day of his life : that
foolish doctor Thomas Maximilian Courtlandt !
Then seizing a huge goblet, or rather flagon, foaming
with its ruby contents, he raised it high above his head,
and drawing to him Barry and Sally with his left arm,
drank to their health, and called on all to do as much
once more!
And as much was done ! a fair cup was emptied joy
ously by all, and in the middle of the bustle and uproar
and merrily-sounding shouts, the fiddle perched upon the
eminence above, took suddenly his rightful part in the
rejoicing, and bursting into a roar of laughter, soon out-
talked them all, and reigned with undisputed sway!
Doctor Thomas, with his head bent down and his arms
around Barry and Sally, who were crying, could only sob
and laugh that cynical, sarcastic Doctor Thomas !
CHAPTER XXV.
TEARS AND LAUGHTER.
IT will not be necessary for us to describe the rapture
of father Von Horn and Barry, and Sally, and in<ltd
every one, at the return of Max Courtlandt so long lo*t
and now come back to them, healthy vigorous and joyful.
As for Nina she had been let into the momentous sec'e f
some time before, as the reader may imagine. But father
Von Horn and the rest were thunderstruck. That Ihe
wild young Max should return the elegant cavalier, the
calm and self-poised man they saw before them : that he
could have so changed as not to be recognizable by those
who had loved him and lamented him so long, was most
marvelous. But there at least he was ! The mystery
was over. Dr. Thomas was the merry Maximilian Court-
.andt of old days.
The old man shed tears of joy : he had never ceased to
hold the young man's image in his memory and heart,
from that melancholy hour when bending down he had
wept upon his passionate letter, after their quarrel. He
had never ceased to lament the unhappy event which
drove the boy from his house though he was not to
blame, his neighbors had said a thousand times.
But now all regret and sorrow were over and gone ; the
Prodigal Son had returned ; and joy had come to his heart
ince more. Barry wept in silence.
The company at length broke up, and with a thousand
expressions of good-will to tho doctor, took thoir leave
writh many merry compliments to the married pair alsc.
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The clatter of hoofs, the rattling wheels of vehicles, the
merry shouts, soon died away. Silence reigned onca
more on the mountain side, and Max now Doctor Max
related in a few words, the outline of his adventures
after leaving Martinsburg.
He had gone to the seaboard, intent on leaving Virginia
at least ; with no idea, however, of his future mode of
life, or with any scheme whatever. He had finally gone
on board a schooner at Alexandria, which he was told,
would sail for Philadelphia. The schooner in reality wa^
outward bound, and only touched land again at the mouth
of the Seine. He had gone to Paris had determined to
make himself a physician had entered at one of the
great free colleges had lived precariously had gained a
prize been assisted by one of the most eminent savans
of the time had written much for the journals of medi
cine had gone to London and written more had finally
become dreadfully home-sick, and here he was !
This was the outline of his life and adventures, which
the young man, with rapid and picturesque utterance,
traced for his attentive and most loving auditors. They
hung upon his words surrounded him with loving
glances full of joy and sympathy and when he had
finished, and his last feeling words died away in the mid
night, all were on the verge of tears tears of the purest
>y-
" Well, God bless us," said father Yon Horn, " it has
been a long weary time you have been away, my boy.
My heart was very sore at your going away from us
my fault all my fault "
" Dear uncle "
" Don't say me nay : I never should have ohid you so
rudely. You were not a child, and had no cool, aged
blood in your veins. But all that is gone !"
" To think it !" said hunter John, " that this fine Doc-
ior I have been talking to so much of late, was nobody
240 LEATHER AND SILK.
but wild Max, after all. I'm most nigh unbelieving yet
in spite of what he says."
Nina laughed.
* Are you as bad as ever, Max ?" she said, " is e^ery
thing as much a jest as ever with you."
"As much as ever," he replied, "no, one thing is not.
That is earnest."
At which speech Mrs. Nina was observed to blush--
which was remembered afterward.
" How long it seems since you and Sally acted Romeo
and Juliet ! brother," said Barry in his soft earnest
voice. " It seems years to me."
" When you first displayed your chivalric devotion to
this young lady here. Do you remember, mon garfon /"'
" Oh, perfectly," said Barry, laughing.
" And you, my Juliet ?"
"Yes oh, yes," said Sally, blushing, "how could I
forget it ?"
' True ; let's see, what says Romeo ?"
And with solemn intonation he repeated :
" He told me Paris should have married Juliet ;
Said he not so ! or did I dream it sot
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so !"
Sally blushed again.
" Paris on that occasion resuscitated," said the doctor,
" but did not marry Juliet. Barry is a tolerable substi
tute, however, Sally."
" What a joker you still are, Max," Nina said.
" Yes, yes. I shall never get to accustom myself to
the professional air solemn and wise; but my folly
never wounds. You are not angry now, are you, Sally?"
" Oh, no."
" Well come give me an affectionate kiss I'm brother
Max now. After which I may say :
44 Thou knowest my lodging : get me ink and paper,
And hire poet horses ; I will hence to-night."
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To Mrs. Courtlandt's, I mean. That lady knew what
was coming, a ad having heard my adventures already,
very naturally accompanied homeward a party who went
by her dwelling."
The kiss was very tremulously, but willingly and lov
ingly granted to her new brother by the young girl ; and
then he and father Von Horn and all took their leave
the Doctor riding very gallantly by Nina's side, until they
reached their mountain home.
Spite of the pressing invitation to remain, the Doctor
returned homeward, lost in thought: he could not ex
plain to his own satisfaction why he had not taken ad'
vantage of the invitation, but determined to pay a visit
to Nina on the next day. Consoling himself with this
resolution, he went quietly along, and soon reached Mrs.
Courtlandt's.
On the next day he paid the visit he had determined
on : and on that very day he asked Nina a most tender
question. We kijow not what the reply was in exact
words ; but Doctor Courtlandt went home overwhelmed
with joy that fierce, sarcastic Doctor Thomas.
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CHAPTER XXVI.
A MERRY CHRISTMAS.
THE merry yule-tide came with jest and laughter and
abundant cheer ; and joyful gatherings of how many
friends ; and earnest blessings on the absent loved ; and
charity toward all men, every where. Most merry was
it there in Meadow Branch Valley with roaring logs, and
great foaming bowls, and roasted turkeys, such as never
yet walked through the dreams of epicures, and all gay
adjuncts of the festal season.
" Festival" was very " high" in every house even at
Mrs. Courtlandt's that good Catholic, who never betrayed
her connection with the church, but on such festive days.
The days were bright ; the snow was covered over with
a mantle of sunlight; the frost upon the window panes
reared its grand fairy palaces for merry children. Mirth
and gay-hearted laughter reigned undisputed, and every
where Saint Nick came visiting with most capacious
valises, holding fabulous amounts of good things.
Christmas was kept with great joy and heartiness, at
father Von Horn's and hunter John's. And here we will
record an historical fact of some interest. Father Von
Horn first introduced the Christmas Tree, a German
custom, now so universal in our land. Upon his hospita
ble board was raised for the first time in Virginia that
evergreen pine which now is every where the emblem of
the season which rains on children's heads such magical
fruit ; which has wholly routed and put to flight the old
English " Christmas-box." Saint Nick for the first time
deviated from his route and came to Meadow Branchi
ani hung his presents on the fairy pine.
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But where are we wandering? Shall we describe
those Christmases, and bring our musty historic disquisi
tions as a sauce to our description ? Why should we at
tempt to catch some of the aroma of the jubilant festival,
when the whole record lies untranslatable on every heart-
tablet ? Is it not all written in the Book of the Chroni
cles of Christmas kept safely in those loving memories ?
But we must not pass by one circumstance which
made the merry yule-tide merrier, in Meadow Branch.
This was the marriage of Nina with the gentleman whose
name has appeared so often in this history ; Mr. now
Doctor Maximilian Courtlandt. That happy event came
in due time, and father Von Horn's measure of joy was
full. The old man now was satisfied; he could die in
peace he said, with Max to take care of his dear daughter ;
and should we never again in this brief history recognize
that cheerful face, or listen to that hearty loving voice,
we may at least be sure that that true loyal soul, was
now once more most happy.
Max was again the son indeed of his fond uncle ; and
Nina gave her whole heart to him Nina so merry but so
earnest in her tender love ; so changeable but ah ! so
close-bound now with golden chains by her true love ; her
love for that much- wept companion of her youth : lost to
them all so long, her own at last.
PART III.
ON THE SLEEPY CREEK MOUNTAIN.
CHAPTER I.
THE TWO STRANGERS.
ON a bright afternoon in the month of October, nearly
twenty years after the events we have just related, twc
men got out of the cars at Martinsburg. The cars ! this
single word will convey to the reader more completely
than a volume of description, the new scenes he is now
about to be introduced to. He has witnessed if indeed
he has followed us through the incidents of our brief
chronicle the peculiar modes of life of the past in tho
then border town : he has been present at a veritable
" running for the bottle," he has found in the strongest
intellects, those traits of credulity and superstition which
advancing civilization, with its ever increasing radiance,
puts to rout.
The new age had inaugurated itself with literature for
its pass word, science for its battle-cry. Steam had revo
lutionized the past : newspapers and journals were show-
ered down like a beneficent rain from heaven, on the long
parched earth : the land every where glowed and bloomed
with the new light and heat infused into its veins ; in
one word (type of this great change), the cars had come,
arousing with their shrill scream, the long dormant echoes
of the quiet country side.
The two travelers we have mentioned, came from thn
east ; and standing on the platform of the depot now .
quietly at the long train as it sped on toward the west.
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The first was a man 01 about forty, manly and pleasing
in face, form, and carriage. A dark auburn beard very
full but carefully trimmed, covered his cheeks and joined
his short hair of the same color. A high forehead, pierc
ing eyes, and firm lips gave to his countenance great
force and elegance ; but a buoyant, well-pleased smile re
moved all traces of student-character from this face, so sug
gestive of reflection and profound mental toil. Thought
had paled the forehead, and closed the firm lips ; but
health had made the thinker cheerful and full of life.
His companion was a contrast to himself, in every par
ticular. In the first place he was young : apparently not
more than eighteen or nineteen, and his figure had none
of that well-knit strength and activity in every movement,
which that of the elder possessed. His hair long and very
fair, fell around a face almost feminine in its delicacy ;
blue eyes, thoughtful, and vailed by heavy lashes, com
pleted the contrast; for those eyes, like the whole face,
were full of sadness and quiet melancholy. The cheerful
manly countenance of the elder, attracted and invited all
who approached its possessor : the dreamy and retiring
thoughtfulness of the young man's face repelled. But
one idea seemed to possess his mind, to the exclusion of
all other objects and reflections. Now to be an agreeable
person in society, above all to be " popular," it is abso
lutely necessary to have more than one idea.
They were both clad in the ordinary manner of gentle
men at the period the young man somewhat more ele
gantly than the elder, whose form was enveloped in a
brown surtout with frogged buttons.
While the young man was calmly looking round him,
his companion with all the presence of mind of an old
traveler, was attending to his baggage, which consisted
of a pile of enormous trunks, bound heavily with iron
bands, such as are made use of by those who travel on
the sea. Nothing was missing, and soon two or three bus-
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tling porters were busy in rrm ivinir tht-in, to the "Globe.* 1
The Globe was now a hotel and had it* />/>//>/.<<.
" Come, Max," said the elder traveler, cheerfully, " let
as get on. I am hungry, which is no doubt owing to the
fact that I have had no dinner."
" So am I, sir," said the young man, " I had very little
breakfast."
" Eat heartily ! eat heartily ! it is a good rule, if not car
ried too far. You are thin, I think, and don't look well."
The young man sighed.
" I am very well though, sir," he said.
" How are the spirits ?"
" Excellent, sir," said the young man, with a sad smile.
His companion shook his head ; and looking at the
young man with great tenderness, sighed. Then taking
his arm, the traveler led the way on foot toward the hotel.
Every thing in Martinsburg had changed ; the old
things had passed away, and all had become new. New
blood was in her veins, her streets were bustling; storea
gayly decked with rich carpets, and all descriptions of
bright-colored stuffs to attract the passer by, stood now
where once low dingy dwellings crouched, apathetic and
poverty stricken. The streets were thronged with way
farers ; the bright October afternoon had, moreover,
brought forth the fairer portion of the community, and
the warm pleasant sunlight poured its joyful splendor
upon throngs of young girls and children, clad in a myriad
rainbow colors, and gamboling like variegated tulip blos
soms, shaken together by some merry summer's wind.
" Pretty," said the elder traveler, " are they not, Max ?''
" Yes, sir ; I am fond of them."
"Of what? The girls?"
" No, sir," Max said, smiling gently, " of children."
" Who is not? The man who dislikes them is worse
than the music-hater: and you know Shakspeare says
twch are not to ' 'je trusted.' Children well behaved
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ohes and flowers, and poetry, and music, are among tht
purest and most innocent recreations we have, my boy
They are all recreations when they are good !"
" I can't bear some music, sir."
" How so ?"
" It affects me too much ; I mean, makes me nervous.'
" Nervous ?"
" The association is so strong," murmured the young
man, bending down his head.
His companion looked at him a second time with that
tender yet piercing glance we have described, but made
no reply.
" I know this is wrong, sir ; but I can not help it,"
the young man added, " I am too weak."
"In (rod's name my child," said the elder, "banish
this haunting memory. It is too exaggerated, too un
reasonable ; have I no cause like yourself? Come, come!
let us dismiss the subject of music which afflicts you so :
though every thing you touch is food for your irrational
melancholy. Here we are at the Globe my good old
Globe."
And smiling cheerfully, he entered.
CHAPTER IL
IMAGES AND VOICES OF THE PAST.
AT supper, the elder of the two travelers seemed mu^h
preoccupied ; and this profound thought in one usually so
joyous and full of entertaining talk, excited the young
man's surprise. The traveler apparently heard nothing
of the conversation of those around him ; the bustle, the
clatter, the thousand noises of a hotel meal, made no
impression on him, on his ears or mind. Sunk in a smil
ing, wistful reverie, his eyes bent on the walls of the large
apartment, he seemed to have lost the consciousness of
any outer world, living for the moment in that brighter
universe his memory.
At last he roused himself and looking round, saw tho
young man's eyes fixed inquiringly on him.
"Ah!" he said, smiling, "you have caught me in a
reverie, my boy ; and I see from your eyes I always
judge from the eyes of people's thoughts that you are
curious to know what thoughts are chasing each other
through my mind. Ah, I have made a plunge far back
into the bright waters of the past, as some one says : and
I am refreshed by my plunge ! Memory is a grand endow
ment, and one of our purest earthly enjoyments though
sometimes, it is true, very saddening."
" But your memories were not. sir, to judge from your
smiling face."
" No, no ! you are right."
" Happy memories happy memories they must be a
rery great delight, sir," murmured the young man.
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" It lies in a great degree with the individual, inde
pendent of the character of his past, to make them ^leas-.
ant or sombre, Max," his companion said.
" How is that, sir ?"
" I will tell you. You saw me just now, abstracted
from all this bustle, dead to all 1his confusion of clatter
ing cups, and plates, and more clattering conversation.
I was thus abstracted because in this very room, long
years ago, a scene took place which impresses me even
now with all the force of reality. Now, from that scene I
might have derived either bitter or pleasant thought. I
had the election, and chose the pleasant. Did you not
see me smiling?"
" Yes, sir ; may I ask what was the scene you allude to ?"
" Ah, one of the merry diversions of my youth. Enough !
that is all gone gone with my youth. To rake in the cold
ashes for names and images and gayly-uttered words," the
traveler said, sadly, a cloud passing across his fine fore
head, " would be lost labor. Let them rest ; I have had
my moment's pleasant thought I have heard again those
joyous and heart-moving words I have caught again the
echoes of that merry laughter! Now let them die away
for me ; those beautiful forms may disappear, for they
have performed their part. Come ! let us go."
And the traveler rose from the table, and, followed by
his young companion, left the room. Then leaving the
young man, who complained of fatigue, he took his way
down Queen Street, glancing thoughtfully around him.
Standing on the bridge, his eyes fixed upon a stone
house which crowned the slope beyond, the traveler mused
and sighed. Then, as if mastered by a sudden impulse,
he ascended the slope, the setting sun lighting up radi
antly his erect muscular form, and going to the door of
this house, knocked at it. A servant appeared and in
formed the traveler that his master was absent ; this
aeemed, however, to be scarcely a disappointment to the
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visitor : and a piece of money slipped into the negro's
hand speedily smoothed all obstacles to his entrance.
Standing in that fine apartment we have entered so
often in past times, the stranger looked around him with
his old thoughtful smile. There were the panels and
wainscoting and cornice, all elaborately carved with
flowers and birds and satyr-faces, those objects much
affected by our noble ancestors ; there were the large
andirons with Minerva's head still stately on their tops ;
there was the very vine around the window ; and yes !
for a wonder the very harpsichord so well known in old
days, and eloquent of mincing minuets and merry maidens !
The stranger's eyes grew dreamy ; and absorbed, ap
parently, in other scenes and objects than those around
him, he stood motionless there in that room, whose ver)
atmosphere seemed to have steeped his senses in for-
getfulness of the real world ; arousing for him, however
all the long-dormant splendor, and gay utterances of the
golden past. The stranger really thought he saw there
before the harpsichord that stately form, upright and stiff,
but full of tender charity and affection, with the silk net
upon her deep black hair ! And there upon her feet !
The stranger uttered a slight laugh, which died away ir
the dim sunset chamber. He really thought he heard
that gliding minuet again roll to him, freighted with all
the life and joy and freshness of his sparkling youth ; ho
thought he saw that young fair form, a star, a moonbeam,
something bright and rare, glide through the royal dance !
Did he only think he saw that young fair form ? Cold
word to express the power of memory ! There she was
plainly, courtesying with the merry smile, and shaking
her beautiful head at him till the curls rippled round her
child-face like bright April clouds ! There were the white
jeweled hands, lost in the falling lace yellow, in truth,
as then was the fashion, but yellower by the contrast !
There was the little slipper when she made the courtesy
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There plainly was, moreover, a young man who made
most graceful bows, who amb.ed, sidled, nearly touched
the floor when, pressing to his heart the hat with its broad
streaming ribbon, he inclined profoundly to his fairy
partner : there was that young man now again approach
ing that bright child ; there he was plainly with his
wicked smile and in his hand ! there plainly !
The stranger laughed aloud.
" Ah, what a dreamer I am becoming," he said, " here
I have been guilty of just what I have berated Max for ;
I have engaged in irrational melancholy musings abou*
things and scenes gone into the far past which might an
well be gone into oblivion ' What's Hecuba to him or
he to Hecuba?' Come, come, I must not indulge this fit
sf musing any longer ; the sun has set."
And the stranger left the house.
CHAPTER III.
THE STRANGER FINDS THE YOUNG MAN WHERE HE HAD l:
PECTED TO FIND HIM.
As he drew near the " Globe," again the stranger cast
a mournful look down the long street leading to, or rather
running through the former " German quarter," which,
edged with tall golden-foliaged trees autumn was coming
fast lost itself in the distance toward the western, sun-
flushed mountain. He stopped a moment evidently hesi
tating whether he should bend his steps in that direction,
and so exhaust his memories with an exploration of those
long-loved and sorrowfully-remembered localities, as he
had just done in the old house upon the hill.
Here, he reflected, was little food for merriment or
laughter, such as he had but now indulged in at the freaks
of his imagination in the old stone mansion yonder. Here
was no provocation to laughter, rather tears ; no gay re
collections, only griefs. Why stir up those slowly dying
sparks why blow upon that brand, and thus with a
breath, dispelling the white crumbling ashes, fan again
into a burning coal that gradually expiring ember? It
was well perhaps, to revisit again the scenes of joy and
merriment the spirit was refreshed by those bright and
happy memories, which threw, even yet, some rays of
the old splendor on the path now sterile, once so full of
flowers and velvet-grasses. Would these other weful
memories in the same manner revive again the brightness
of the past ? No much more all the sorrow of the past,
the agony, the yearning, the fond tears. Why visit scenes,
then, full of those influences ? " No, no," the strangoi
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muttered, " I must go and comfort one who already feels
too much of this."
And he entered the " Globe." The young man was
not there; he had gone out, they said; and, upon dili
gent inquiry, the stranger discovered that the direction he
had taken was toward the German quarter. The traveler
sighed, and again putting on his hat, and drawing his sur-
tout around him, took his way toward the place indicated.
A walk of ten minutes brought him in front of a large
low dwelling, covering much ground, and overshadowed
by two enormous oaks, reddened by the near approach of
autumn. The house looked desolate and uninhabited ;
moss grew upon the stones before the door, and upon the
low drooping eaves ; the windows had more than one
broken pane, and the heavy shutters turned slowly in the
melancholy wind upon their rusty hinges.
The traveler's heavy-heeled boot rung on the flag
stones, arousing mournful echoes in the old walls, now
touched by the light of the rising moon. An old dog
chained to the door-post rose suddenly as if to bay, but as
suddenly commenced whining and wagging his tail. He
had plainly recognized a friend or an acquaintance in the
stranger, who caressed him mournfully, fearing almost
to enter the house, though the door stood ajar, ready to
yield to the slightest push.
The traveler entered and found himself, as lie had feared,
in the presence of the young man who, however, did not
see him, so deeply was he moved, and so unconscious of
all now around him. Seated in a broad leathern chair,
his head lying on his arms, which were folded upon the
ponderous table, he seemed a prey to the most agonizing
grief. The moonlight streaming through the open win
dow revealed to the stranger this mournful figure, motion
less but for the suppressed agitation of the head with its
long fair hair, silent but for the passionate sobs which
from time to time shook the slight form, and forced their
way through the trembling lips.
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The traveler seemed much moved, and for a few mo.
stood looking at this sorrowful picture in silence
Then he laid his hand on the young man's shoulder and
said, in a low tone,
" My child !"
The young man started with terror, and rose to his
feet, shuddering, his face pale, his eyes full of tears, his
lips agitated by a nervous tremor. Recognizing the stran
ger he fell again in his seat, pressing one hand on his heart.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, "you frightened me so, sir!"
1 Frightened you, my child ?"
" Yes, sir ; I am nervous lately, and the time this
place oh, I have been so wretched here !"
And covering his face with his hands, the young man
burst into a passionate flood of tears.
The stranger standing calm and silent, looked at him,
making no effort as yet to check these tears. He was too
well acquainted with human nature and with physiology
not to know that they would somewhat relieve the full
heart and brain.
" Max," he said, at length, " you have much distressed
me by again yielding to these feelings. I had hoped that
after my request, you would struggle against them, know
ing as you do know how much your affliction afflicts me M
Oh, sir how could I "
" How could you help it ? You were going to say
that ; were you not ?"
" Yes, sir," sobbed the young man.
" I wiU tell you. By following the advice I gave you ;
do you not remember that advice my child ? First, to
never seek occasions for such outbursts, and you have
sought such an occasion to-night; never to listen to
music which arouses memory ; not to visit places which
revive again all those saddening recollections which
affect so powerfully your fragile constitution. I have
more than once impressed upon you the importance of
these things, and I am grieved to find that you have oo
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little confidence in my judgment ; I will not say, pay so
little attention to my wishes, for I know you love me."
" Oh, indeed I do, sir," cried the young man, " Grod is
my witness !"
"Why then, have you caused me so much distress?
You know you are not well you are as delicate as pos
sible, though not, strictly speaking, unhealthy, since
proper care will in a short time establish your health
firmly ; and now, with all this delicacy of temperament
and constitution, ready to be turned into disease, or into
robust strength, you come to this melancholy place, where
every breath of air you draw is poison, where you feel the
oppressive sense of a death," the stranger by a powerful
effort commanded his agitated voice, and spoke with
firmness, " you come here and I find you in what state 9
Why, God preserve me ! so unmanned that you start and
shudder at my entrance, and sink down with your hand
upon your heart a bad sign, very bad saying you are
frightened ! unnerved !"
" I was terrified, sir," groaned the young man ; " I have
done wrong in coming."
" Why why did you come, my child ?" said the stran
ger, gazing with profound love on the pale, wan face.
" I could not help it, sir," murmured the young man
" My feet moved here against my will ; I could not resist
the influence which brought me. I was drawn both ways
by the recollection of your commands, and my feelings.
My brain was heated, my heart cold. What could I do?
I hardly saw where I was going, through the mist before
my eyes and the first thing I was conscious of was
Bugle's jumping up and licking my hand. I found the
door unlatched and no one was here, and so I sat down and
was thinking and got nervous and when you came in 1
thought it was ! I always was superstitious ! I was n
The young man stopped, powerfully agitated, and wiped
his eyes. The stranger took his hand tenderly.
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"Enough, Max," he said, "come, we will leave this
place, for you are really unwell. Come, come! my child,
you must never leave me again I have but you."
At the same moment a noise was heard on the steps at
the back of the house, and a stick hastily clashing on the
floor as the walker approached, seemed to indicate age.
An old negro woman, bent down with years entered, crying
in the cracked voice of extreme age : " Who's there 1
who's there ? who's in the house ?"
" I and Max, aunt Jenny," said the stranger, taking
her hand, " we have come back."
The old woman stood in great amazement for a mo
ment, her thin form lit up by the weird moonlight, then
burst into a flood of joyful exclamations which she inter
spersed with tears.
" Massa Max come back 'gin ; glory ! The ole woman's
eyes is rejoice once more a-seein' of him : same face,
same eyes ! and young massa Max he's a handsome
chile, the Lord help me ! and growed so tall, and look so
han'some! He's a han'some one, the Lord help me!
every body always say he was a han'some chile ! young
missis eyes agin for all the world ! How tall he is done
growed ! I 'blige to look up when I'm a speakin' to him;
he's a han'some chile, yes he is. I always said he was a
pretty chile ; and like his mother. A settin' one day
with him on my knee he was playin' with his little brass
candlestick, you know, Massa Max, with the red flannel
rag aroun' it and his mother a blessed saint in the
glory of the Lord, my massa says his mother, ' what a
pretty chile he is, mammy,' a look in' so beautiful and sc
lovin' at the boy ; and says I, ' you right Miss Neeny, and
he's jest like you for all the world.' That made her
laugh, you know, Massa Max, and she say, ' no, no,' and
she tooked him and chucked him up, and he laughed too
this very blessed young massa, now growed so tall, yes'
A.nd he was a good chile mighty han'some 'chuck
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chuck !' sez she, and he laughed, Massa Max so you
did, young Massa Max you laughed ; and when she ask
you if you was much lovin' of her, and if you wasn't so
much more han'somer than she was, you stop laughin 1
and nod your head jest so and say * um ! um !' the
Lord take me to glory ! for all the worl' like you knovved
what she was a sayin'. Well he's a-growed so tall and
han'some and the ole woman is goin' mighty fast she
nussed him he was a good chile so was you, my
massa," addressing the stranger, " but you was frolick-
somer, and mighty bad ! for I nussed you too yes I did !
Well the old woman's a-goin', but the blessed Lord done
let her see her massa once agin ! Massa come to take
care of his own agin, I spose. Hard times when he ain't
here : is you got a little change for the ole woman for
to buy sugar and coffee ? Mighty hard times ! well
the Lord 'sarve you, Massa Max, and bless you ! and my
pretty child done give the old woman something too ! I
'blige to pay that lazy good-for-nothin' Jake, who stays
'long with me here. He's growed so han'some ! Yes he
laugh and say ' um ! um !' and then he was soon a-playin'
on the carpet. Missus is gone to glory the Lord do so
to me also. She never see the pretty chile since he
growed so tall ! But he look sorry, mighty sorry," mut
tered the old woman, wistfully ; " why he's cryin'."
" Come, my child," said the agitated stranger, " too
much of this. Aunt Jenny, I have come back for good,
and don't fear not being taken care of: I never desert
my friends I will come soon again very soon. See
that all is closed after us."
And taking the weeping young man by the arm, the
stranger led him from the house, himself silent and
gloomy. The effect of this last scene upon the young
man had shocked him profoundly he began to have
something more than vague presentiments of evil.
On the next morning the stranger sallied forth at an
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early hour, intent on procuring two horses. These ho
found without difficulty, no further off than the stables
of tho Globe itself: and they were soon ready for tho
journey, which the stranger seemed to have determined
on for himself and his younger companion.
The young man came out, pale and worn with weeping,
and slowly mounted. The stranger threw upon him his
habitual look, piercing but tender, and then with one
vigorous movement got into his saddle.
"My baggage and my son's," he said to the landlord,
" can remain I suppose, until I send for it. My name is
upon it Doctor Maximilian Courtlandt."
And with these words the stranger set forward toward
the west in the bright sunlight, followed by his son.
CHAPTER IV.
THE LOCK, AND WHO AWAITED THE TRAVELERS THERE.
THE horses of the travelers were fine and spirited, and
they made such good speed that a little after noon, the
north mountain having been crossed some time before,
they came in sight of " The Lock" so father Von Horn,
now gathered to his fathers, had named his mountain
farm, because the Sleepy Creek and Third Hill mountain
" locked" there. The travelers ascended the steep road,
and soon drew up before the door of the mansion. It
was one of those broad, wandering, stone-built houses
which the original German population of the region
scattered throughout the Virginia valley ; wholly for use,
somewhat for defense against Indians, scarcely in any
particular constructed with an eye to ornament. The
porch in front was large, the windows small and well
secured by heavy oaken shutters, and those of the second
floor looked out immediately from beneath the eaves.
A servant ran to take their horses, overwhelmed, it
seemed, with joy to see his master come back to the old
house, and at the door Doctor Courtlandt was received by
no less a personage than Mrs. Courtlandt, the severe, the
stately " Aunt Courtlandt" of his youth. The gray-haired
old lady received her nephew with extreme delight, clasp
ing him in her arms and affectionately kissing him with
a thousand inquiries after his health and spirits which
latter subject elderly ladies usually place much stress
upon then she turned and welcomed the young man
with equal pleasure and affection.
Doctor Courtlandt and his son had been absent for a
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long time ; in fact they had left Virginia soon after Mrs.
Nina Courtlandt's death, which had taken place s, me
years before. The chief reason for this expatriation on
the part of Doctor Courtlandt and his son, will appear in
the course of our narrative. The old lady had willingly
acceded to her nephew's desire that she should keep his
house from rusting in his absence ; and the doctor now
felt that he had gained more than he had expected
Long tossed about among strangers unknowing and un-
sympathizing the affectionate welcome of his auut was
7ery pleasant to him. True, that stout heart was suffi
cient in all things for itself, but this was far more pleas
ant than the respectful greeting of the servants only.
The old lady, having cried over Max, and given him
several very affectionate kisses and embraces which he re
turned as affectionately, busied herself about their dinner
" I got your letter from New York, nephew," she said,
" saying that you had returned, but I did not expect you
so soon."
" And have you not been troubled very much, aunt,
with my affairs ? I thank you a thousand times."
" They have troubled me somewhat, especially that
overseer you left. He almost insisted upon following his
own crop system instead of mine ; now you know 1 have
always been a capital farmer, and I would not yield.
The consequence has been one-fourth more in the crop."
The doctor laughed.
" I never should have stood out half an hour against
you," he said.
" Your dinner will soon be ready."
" Are you hungry, Max ?" asked the doctor, " I think
you look better after your ride."
" I do feel better, sir," the young man said, sadly.
Mrs. Courtlandt, standing behind him, shook her head
at the doctor ; who sighed wearily. Then he roused
fcimsolf and assuming a gay tone, said :
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" Oh, you'll ae ae strong as an ox here in the mount
ains, soon, my boy : what news, aunt ? you wrote me
very lately that Barry and all were well. Hew singular
for Barry to turn minister. Does he preach regularly ?"
" Yes ; and they are all well. Alice and Caroline are
much improved ; they are thought very pretty."
" Why, they were children when we went to Europe."
" But you have been gone a long time a very long
time, nephew."
" And is hunter John well ?"
" Not so well ; he is very old, you know. We are all
getting old passing away."
" Why, my dear aunt, you are younger than you were
ten years ago. Ts she not, Max ? Come, pay a compliment."
Max smiled.
"You know I always thought aunt was young-look
ing, sir," he said.
"Well done, ma foil aunt, you will find my boy very
much improved an excellent scholar and an elegant
cavalier. It will be a pleasure to have him about you."
" Max and myself were always great friends," said
Mrs. Courtlandt, " and now dinner is ready."
" I confess I am hungry," said Doctor Courtlandt ;
" come, Max."
Max took scarcely any thing ; the consequence was, the
doctor, spite of his manful declaration of hunger, could
swallow nothing. It was plain that all this gay banter
ing was a mask which concealed some painful emotion.
They rose from the table and went out upon the porch,
where the pleasant October sun made the red forest
blaze. Far off, between the two mountains, stretched
Meadow Branch Valley, dotted now by more than one
white dwelling, from whose distant chimney light smoke
wreaths curled upward against the thick foliage. On Mis
slope of the eastern mountain, " Hunter John's," cottage
was plainly visible.
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"How!" cried the doctor, taking a seat in one of the
wicker chairs upon the portico, " is not there some change
down there, aunt?"
" What, nephew ?"
" In hunter John's house."
;< It is newly plastered."
" Possible ?"
" I thinfc it an improvement."
" Oh, certainly ; but he is such an old-fashioned
character, such a stickler too, for things of the olden
time."
" True ; he is. You must ask him, however, why he
has altered his house. You know, Mrs. Myers died some
years ago."
" Yes, yes ; just after I went away. You mentioned
it. And Barry and dear Sally live with the old man."
" He is very proud of having a real minister in the
house."
" Oh, I must go at once and see them ! I can not rest.
Come, Max, my boy ; again en route"
The young man rose listlessly.
At the same moment, the hoof-strokes of a galloping
horse were heard, and a negro mounted on a powerful
black horse, from whose back it seemed no time had been
permitted him to remove the wagon harness, approached
the Lock at full speed. The main road over the mount
ain led by the door.
" Ho ! my friend," cried the doctor, " why all thin
hurry, pray ?"
" Miss'is sick, sir."
" Who is your mistress T
" Miss Emberton, sir."
" What ! at the Glades "
" Yes, sir I must go on into town for the doctor."
" I am a doctor. Is your mistress very sick ?"
"Mortal sick, sir."
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" I will then go myself," said Doctor Courtiandt, " bu<
go on : do not turn back on that account. Go !"
The negro again pressed his horse into a gallop, and
went down the steep road at full speed.
" This interferes with our ride, Max," said Doctor
Courtiandt : and raising his voice, " my horse !" he said.
A horse, fresh and spirited, was soon led to the door,
and Doctor Courtiandt, having rapidly but quietiy rilled
his valise with medicines, mounted and rode roundly in
the direction from which the servant had made his ap
pearance.
He descended the western slope of the Sleepy Creek
Mountain, and in an hour of rapid riding arrived at the
Grlades, whence he was destined to find not only a patient
but an old friend.
This was Josephine Emberton.
CHAPTER V.
THE DOCTOR PAYS A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO AN OLD AC
QUAINTANCE.
DOCTOR COURTLANDT scarcely threw a glance on the
quiet, silent mansion, embowered in the many-colored foli
age of the bright fall. Yet that mansion had in its very
outward appearance and surroundings, much to indicate
to the quick, traveled eye of such a man as Doctor
Courtlandt, the character of its occupant. There was a
quiet elegance in every detail, in the neatly arranged yard
with its plats of autumn flowers the marigold and late
primrose and wild-growing golden rod and aster in the
tasteful garden with its gravel walks, in the white railing,
the vine-woven shutters, and plain wicker benches on the
portico. It was plain that this house was inhabited by a
woman or a man of extraordinary elegance and refinement
The doctor rapidly approached the door, and let the
large bronze knocker fall upon the plate.
A servant came to the door.
11 Miss Emberton," said Doctor Courtlandt briefly, and
passing as he spoke into the drawing-room.
" She's sick, sir : she can't see any body."
" Go and tell her that Doctor Courtlandt has come to
see her. I know your mistress is sick. Come, hasten !"
The servant a neatly dressed girl went out and al
most immediately returned, and said that her mistress
would see Doctor Courtlandt. The doctor entered the
sick chamber, and approached his patient.
Josephine Emberton scarcely resembled in any par
fcicular, the merry yr ung girl we have seen in her school
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days at Mrs. Courtlandt's. She was now raore gentle,
more quiet, more feminine in all things, and her cheeka
had lost much of that healthful color which then ran riot
in them. True, this was no more than one might have
expected in a sick person, it may be said ; hut the patient
never wholly loses the characteristics of the same individ
ual when in health, and it was very plain that the gentle,
subdued woman who now lay wan and pale, but still
beautiful, before the physician, was not the little terma
gant we have met with in her girlhood, full of mischief
and a very Beatrice with her tongue.
The messenger whom Doctor Courtlandt had stopped
riding post haste, had somewhat exaggerated his mis
tress's sickness. It was not at all critical, but amply
sufficient to need the services of a physician. Doctor
Courtlandt very soon made his diagnosis of the malady,
and told Miss Emberton that she would be well in three
days.
She smiled faintly.
" You seem to be very confident, doctor. I confess I
was very much frightened," she said, " but I was alwaya
a coward on the sick bed ; it is my great weakness.
When did you return, however ? I had not heard of it."
" To-day, madam," said Doctor Courtlandt, " and I
had scarcely seen one of my friends when I heard of your
indisposition."
" You were very kind "
" To oome and prescribe ?"
"Yes."
Th doctor shrugged his shoulders.
a It j plain you do not comprehend our code, madam,"
hf! replied. " To meet a servant galloping at full speed
for medical assistance to be told that a patient is lying
dangerously ill after this for a physician to shake his
head and say, * 'Tis none of my business, but Dr. BlaakV
it would be infamous."
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166 I.K \THKR AXD SILK.
" Jane frightened Cato very much. I suppose ; she is a
good girl, and said what she thought, no doubt."
" It would have been unpardonable in me to consult
my convenience at any time," said Doctor Courtlandt, "if
you really needed me for any matter however slight. We
have been friends a long time. But you had better re
main quiet, madam. We may interchange our ideas very
well next week. Where is your brother? Ke should
not leave you."
" He went to Bath last week. I have sent for him to
return, as I am alone here since my father's death, you
know."
" Yes, madam, I was informed of it ; your brother will
come back, then ?"
" Yes ; Robert loves me very much ; and though he is
a great beau with the ladies he is nineteen, nearly
twenty he will hurry back, I know."
" Well ; I will now take my leave. Should you feel
nervous symptoms, take two spoonfuls of this but only
until your physician comes. It will be for him then to
prescribe different from myself, should it please him."
And bowing, Doctor Courtlandt left the room, promis
ing to return on the next day.
He mounted his horse, and slowly took his way back
to the Lock, admiring the beautiful sunset and the splen
did autumn woods, which, like an army with a thousand
glittering spear points and many-colored banners, proudly
reared aloft, stood waiting for the wind's loud trumpet-
blast the signal for dire conflict with old winter. Every
where the leaves had warped and reddened, and a few,
become deep brown now, whirled from time to time from
the boughs to the thick carpet underneath the trees. The
whole landscape was softened, and much beautified by the
light haze of autumn drooping like a rosy cloud above
the mountains, as above the lowland ; and Doctor Conrt-
lam It gazed upon the fair scene with pensive admiration
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Then his thoughts, for a moment thrown oack on his
past, returned to the patient he had just left.
"Ah," he murmured, "what a wondrous thing is life !
how full of mysteries the simplest scene the very light
est matter ! Men take no heed of the philosophic side ot
life, lost as they are in a thousand absorbing pursuits of
love and glory, and mere money, very often moreover
custom has staled all for them, but not for me ? Yet I
may well doubt if this penetrating eye I arrogate to my
self is a blessing any thing to felicitate myself upon !
Why should I curl my lip and say, '. I am Sir Oracle'
I am a profouqd thinker you are only men ? The lover
sighs and follows beauty like her shadow, and may well
be said to dream, since he is absorbed by his passion, and
lives in another world, above the earth a grand empyrean
full of joy and splendor. He lives his life, though he
is a thousand times undone ; though harshness, coldness,
and contempt remind him feelingly how much sad truth
those words, the ' pangs of despised love' contain ! He
lives his life, rapt for a time above the ground, in the
blue, joyful air of the mid-heaven and though he falls,
and his poor heart is dashed to death upon the rocks of
hate still he has all that glorious happy past ! His heart
for a time has beat far faster than his race's he has little
to complain of there is in his woeful plight but little food
for philosophic scorn.
" And he too who rules, and breasts the flood of enmi
ty and eternal opposition in the high places of this world,
has little to complain of if the dark day comes, and he is
huiled from the full sunlight to oblivion. He has lived
hi life ; as he who toils for wealth, and satisfies his orav-
in^s, and dies destitute after a long splendid glittering
ca reer, has also in truth lived.
*' They all have been absorbed in toil of the brain or
tr- heart, and have not slept a moment like the dull weed
f. k ich hugs itself at ease and slowly rots contented, care-
268 LEATHER AND SILK.
less. Why then should I despise these men, an \ arrogata
to myself so much more lofty a philosophy, a brain so
much more free from mist and passion? / boast a cool,
calculating brain seeing through all things, love and
ambition and all human passions, unmoved by any of
them !"
The Doctor's head fell mournfully on his breast; his
memories had overwhelmed him for the moment.
" /," he murmured, " who have loved so much, and
though I put on dissimulation like a mask so profoundly
always ! / jest at love, when so many dear dead ones
have wrung tears from my heart long yearg, until I thought
the very fountains of my soul were dry ! Grod forgive me,
I am weaker and more arrogant than a petted and be-
praised child, who knowing nothing, thinks he has ex-
hausted all human erudition ! / laugh at men for yielding
to their passions with my thirst for love and glory though
now my heart is growing very cold ; yes, very, very cold !
" Well, this perhaps explains my musings upon the
mysteries of life. The heart of the poor son was chilled
by the unearthly visitor, before he gave up all the joys of
youth, and love, and station, to moralize upon the skull
of the dead jester ! Life was the mystery only after he
had seen the ghost ; his heart was cold then reason took
her throne ; though but a poor brainsick reason."
The Doctor went on slowly, gazing listlessly at the grand
landscape.
" Now who could have imagined that this beautiful
and well-proportioned nature would so change though I
am, perhaps, wrong in thinking that the change is for the
worse. Who could recognize in the gentle, somewhat
apathetic woman lying yonder calmly and thoughtfully,
the sparkling child I danced with in my boyhood, jested
with, and so often encountered in wit-combats, when she
always drove me from the field ! Who would imagine
that thu glittering star which sparkled so brightly above
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my boyhood long ago, could have so changed ! If I were
a poet," the Doctor mused with a sad smile, " I might say
she shines upon the front of the fair past, like a bright
jewel on a lady's brow ! What fire, what splendor,
what vivacity and wit ! And now it is most melancholy
what an apathetic lip and eye and voice; so calm, so
spiritless, so changed in every thing.
" But all things change a profound, but not an orig
inal remark. All these leaves so gayly dancing in the
wind will soon be gone they had their youth and ripe
ness ; now they grow old and change. Poor human na
ture it is melancholy ! most melancholy ! But one
word concludes and answers all," the Doctor murmured,
" the word which has escaped with irresistible emphasis
from the lips of mightest conquerors, from the hearts of
the most subtle casuists when their last hour tolled in
their dull, hardened ears ; the word which the poor dying
boaster and swash-buckler, overcome like his loftier
brothers, uttered, when dying he ' babbled of green fields.'
One word elucidates the mystery, fixes the bourne of
thought that word ia God V "
CHAPTER VI.
THE DOCTOR SUGGESTS TO MAX AN OFFICIAL VISIT TO RICH
MOND.
ON the next morning Doctor Courtlandt descended to
breakfast buoyant and smiling, and gayly rubbing his
hands. He bade Mrs. Courtlandt and Max, who were
already down, a hearty and cheerful good-morrow.
" Why, Max !" he said, " you already show the mount
ain air. Ah ! 'tis almost indispensable to one who has
drawn it in with his first breath been 'brought up to
it,' as the phrase goes. The lowlands yonder don't get
the finest quality, as the merchants say. That is for us
the merry mountaineers. Come, excellent Mrs. Court
landt, some breakfast, if you please !"
Max received his father's congratulations on his good
looks with a listless smile, but replied, that he thought he
was quite well.
" You are somewhat delicate, my boy," Doctor Court
landt cheerfully said, " but that is owing to our annoying
sea voyage. You can not imagine what horrible weather
we had, aunt," he continued, turning to Mrs. Courtlandt
who was superintending the arrangement of the break
fast table, " and as you never were at sea, I believe, you
can not form any idea of that most disagreeable rolling
of the vessel. Why, our cabin was half the time standing
on its head nearly literally, for the vessel was on her
beam-ends, and it was hard to say which was the floor,
which the oeiling. See this pearl colored coat I have on :
it was the pride of a Parisian tailor La Fere, rue Gre
noble, you recollect, Max well, the water we shipped gave
it these pleasantly variegated tints : see on the shoulder."
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" Had you a storm ?"
" Yes, yes, my dear aunt ; and Max stood it like a hero
a real hero delicate as he is. I believe his heroio
bearing, though, was somewhat owing to the fact that he
had to keep up the spirits of a nice young lady ho met
with on board."
Max smiled sadly.
" He was a great beau on board, aunt," the Doctor con
tinued, " but I see breakfast is ready ; let us sit down
come, my boy !"
""What a fine day it is," said Mrs. Courtlandt, ''you
have not ridden over the farm yet, nephew. But you
will have a fine morning for it now."
" Man proposes but God disposes," said the Doctor, " I
had intended to do so to-day, but must really go and see
Barry and the folks over there since they won't come to
see me. Besides I must make another visit to Miss Em
berton."
" Is she dangerously indisposed ?"
" Oh, no : very slightly."
" An old friend of yours, nephew long ago," said Mrs.
Courtlandt.
" Yes, yes," said the Doctor, " and I find her much
altered. Once she was all vivacity and merriment, you
recollect : now she is decidedly tame tamed I suppose
is a politer word. Time ! time ! how it changes us all."
" It has changed you little."
" I am naturally buoyant constitutionally, but I am
older, older, aunt ; I begin to feel it."
"Very little in temperament, nephew."
" Much, much, my dear aunt."
"You are as merry as ever.*
"All forced, aunt," Doctor Courtlandt replied, sadly
smiling, with a covert glance at Max, " but speaking of
merriment, I am going to have a dinner do you feel equal
to it?"
272 MIA I HI K AND SILK.
" A dinner, nephew ?"
" Yes ; I must formally announce my return. I have
fixed on next Friday, does that suit you."
" Hum," said Mrs. Courtlandt, " yes, nephew, certain
ly : let me see ; oh ! yes, we can get ready very well by
that time."
" You shall write the invitations you are much better
acquainted than I am. Undertake all that for me, dear
aunt ; but I will give you such names as occur to rne
Have you any friends, Max, you would like to see?
Indicate them."
" I don't know that I have, sir," said Max, " I was so
young when I went away, and lived so much at home
and in town, that "
" Well, well ; in future /ou will mix more with the
world. A man must not live ' like his grandsire carved
in alabaster,' you know. I intend you to study law, be
a politician, run for the county go to Richmond ; the
family expects much of you, my youngster."
Max smiled.
" I don't think I could ever make a speech, sir," he
answered.
" Not make a speech ?"
" A political speech."
" Why not ? 'Tis the easiest thing in life ! But half-a-
dozen ideas are necessary. 'Resolutions of '98 crisis in
the affairs of the nation the Proclamation state rights
strict construction,' there is your speech made up at
once !"
" I have no taste for politics, sir."
" But still would you not like to go to Richmond that
centre of civilization, that paragon of cities ?"
" You are laughing, sir."
" Did you not like Richmond ?"
" Yea, sir it is a pretty place ; but I would rather live
here."
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" Here in the backwoods ?"
" I like the backwoods better than Paris, sir," said Max,
imiling.
" Ah ! now I see your objections to Richmond. It is
too elegant, too brilliant. You fear its attractions ; but
I ought not to laugh at our capital, which is after all a
fine place and I have many good friends there. I think
you would enjoy yourself much if you represented us in
the Legislature there, my boy."
'' Why I am not nineteen, sir."
" Quite old enough to rule the world but there is time
enough for all that. To-day I do not ask you to devote
your thoughts to politics but to society. What say you
shall we go at once to see the folks at hunter John's?"
" Yes, sir certainly."
" Do you remember them ?"
" Not very well, sir. I was too young."
" Not even your nice little cousins, Alice and Caroline?"
* Very slightly, sir ; we were all children, and I was
<r ery unsocial."
" Well, well; we will go at once though I think they
should have called to see us. They must know we have
returned."
And the Doctor rose from the breakfast table. At the
same moment the noise of wheels was heard on the hard
road, and going out into the portico, brilliantly illumin
ated by the rosy sunlight of the beautiful October morn
ing, Doctor Courtlandt saw his brother getting out of his
small covered carriage.
The doctor ran down the steps, and in instant had his
brother pressed to his "neart. The eyes of the two men
were full of joyful tears.
*
CHAPTER VH.
CAROLINE AND ALICE.
BEFORE the Doctor could so mnch as ask his brother
how he was, a gay voice from the carriage exclaimed :
" Oh, uncle Max ! oh, uncle Max ! we're so glad to sec
you!"
" Who's that, pray ?" cried the Doctor, hurrying to the
carriage.
" Me, uncle ; Caroline ! Caroline and Alice.**
"Bless my heart!" cried Doctor Courtlandt, "have I
any nieces so tall and charming ! Is it possible that my
bad little children have grown up such elegant damsels !"
Yes here are your bad little children," said Caro
line, laughing and springing at one quick bound into the
arms that were opened to receive her, " I'm very bad yet,
uncle Max ! but I am so, so glad to see you !"
With which words the girl threw her arms round his
neck and kissed him most enthusiastically.
" Why, how nice she is !" cried the Doctor, " a perfect
fairy ! And where is my little Alice ?"
" Here I am, uncle," said a musical voice behind Caro
line. " I was on the wrong side you know, uncle, or 1
would have had the first kiss."
And Alice more quietly got out of the carriage, but
quite as affectionately greeted her uncle.
" What fairies !" cried the delighted Doctor, " did any
body ever "
"No, never!" said Caroline, with a burst of merry
laughter. " And how stately you have begun to look,"
she added. " Oh, what a bear you are with that enor
mous beard."
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" I won't eat you, Carry !"
" I'm not afraid."
" And you are not, I know, Alice," said Doctor Court-
.andt.
" Oh, no! not of you, uncle," said Alice, demurely, " no
^ody could be afraid of you"
" What a little witch. Let's see, how old?"
" I'm seventeen, uncle," Alice replied.
" And so am I!" cried Caroline. " Where's cousin Max V
" There, on the porch ; he will be delighted to see you."
" But I won't kiss him," said Caroline, pouting and
shaking her head, " I am too old now to kiss cousins."
" Maybe he won't ask you," said Doctor Courtlandt,
delighted, " but never rnind, / will always kiss you, that
will console you. Come, Alice dear, there is your father
already shaking hands with Max."
The two young women, each with an arm round Doc
tor Courtlandt's waist, demurely drew near the group upon
the porch.
" Here are the girls, Max," said the Doctor. " Caroline
this is Caroline says she will not kiss you."
"Alice too!" cried Caroline. "I am not by myself.
You know we are growing too old."
Max with a slight blush stepped forward gracefully,
and inclosed the two young girls in his arms.
" You know," he said, smiling, " this is mere French
form ; I could not assent to your being too old, cousin
Caroline nor you, cousin Alice."
With which words Max very calmly kissed both his
cousins.
" Bravo !" cried Doctor Courtlandt, laughing. " What
do you say now, Miss Caroline."
Caroline submitted to the Doctor's raillery with a good
grace ; Alice with some blushes.
" Gro make Max's acquaintance, girls," said the Doctor,
'' you would frnd a walk out on the hill side, or mountain
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rather, a much more pleasant pastime, than a chat hero
with an old man of science like myself."
" Oh, no !" said Caroline, coquettishly. " I prefer the
risen to the rising generation, decidedly. I want you to
tell me all about your travels."
" My travels ?"
" Yes indeed, uncle. You have been away so long, oh
so long; mother says she never expected to see you again."
"Why did she not come to-day? Is she unwell,
Barry ?" asked the Doctor.
" Somewhat, brother," said the Rev. Mr. Courtlandt in
his soft voice, " she was afraid of the ride in the cool air,
though she was longing to see you."
" I will go over this very moment ; I must see her."
" Not before you have given us an account of your
travels," said Caroline.
" Why, Max will do as much, niece ; ask him."
Max, with his hat in his hand, stood quietly aloof. All
his momentary vivacity had disappeared, and his face had
fallen back, so to speak, into its old, sad, listless expres
sion of weariness and melancholy. A shadow passed over
the Doctor's brow, and an acute pain seemed to agitate
his features, as his eye fell upon his son. But by a pow
erful effort of that strong will which was the most striking
trait in his character, he banished the shadow from his
brow and the tremor from his lips, if not the pain from
his heart.
Will you not, Max ?" he added.
"Certainly, sir," replied the young man, listlessly, "I
will answer any questions cousin Caroline or cousin Alice
ask me, with pleasure."
"Hum!" said Caroline pouting, "we want you to tell
us all about it, cousin Maximilian. We would not knrw
what questions to ask."
Max bowed slightly.
"And do you suppose," said the Doctor, "that /would
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sit down and commence, ab initio, the narrative of my
travels, Miss Caroline ? Upon my word the young ladies
of the present day are exceedingly reasonable. Come,
Max is waiting; go and walk. We old people wilj
remain behind."
The young girls and Max saw that the brothers wished
to converse alone, and so without further parley left them.
The Doctor and the Rev. Mr. Courtlandt gazed at each
other with much feeling, separated as they had been ^o
long. The minister was a very different personage from
that Barry whose boyhood and early manhood we have
seen something of ; for those twenty years which had so
little changed Maximilian Courtlandt, had slowly but
surely revolutionized his brother's character. He was
still most affectionate and tender even ; but far more grave ;
and on his broad, firm brow study and the weight of pas
toral duty had made many wrinkles. He was pale and
serious ; but now his face was lit up with unaccustomed
joy. His whole heart seemed to go forth to embrace the
heart of his brother, and tears for a moment dimmed his
large thoughtful eyes. Then they commenced the con
versation which friends and relations are always so eager
for, after a long absence. The clergyman told his brother
all the events which had taken place in the neighborhood,
during those long years of his absence the deaths, the
births, the marriages the thousand familiar occurrences
which only conversation can convey ; which are found
neither in the newspapers, nor in the correspondence of
our friends. The Doctor then in the same manner gave
an account of his " life and adventures" since their part
ing ; and then the conversation turned upon Max.
" Max is still listless and melancholy," said the Doctor,
" you know this was the reason for my expatriation so
long. I do not think he is much better, and I have re
turned with a smile on my lip, but much sadness in my
heart, to the old scenes here, with the hope that the sooi-
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ety of friends and relations will work some change for
the better in his spirits."
" He does not look well."
" No ; we had a terrible scene down there in Martins-
burg at the old house. Jenny, the old nurse, you know,
grew garrulous and agitated Max very much though
God pardon me, I thought he could not be more deeply
affected. Well, brother, I hope all this will wear off with
time. He is better after all, I hope ; though not much.
I tried him with every possible diversion but none ab
sorbed him sufficiently to drown his memories. He was
always the same calm face, the same unimpressible heart.
"But let us end this sad talk ; I have great hopes of
the boy now we are once more back to the old scenes.
These are almost new to him ; as we lived in the old
happy days," the doctor said sighing, " down in Martins-
burg. Fresh mountain air, the exercise he will take,
and, not least, the society of Caroline and Alice will I am
sure make him once more a merry-hearted boy, instead
of the sombre and unsocial man of thirty which he now
resembles. What charming childrea are your girls,
brother !" added the Doctor more cheerfully, and half-per
suaded by his own reasoning of the happiness his buoy
ant nature shaped for him ; " never have I seen brighter
faces or merrier hearts ! But come, the sunlight is ad
mirable; let us take a troll; I begin to feel like my
former self again "
CHAPTER VIU.
MAX AND CAROLINE.
MAX and the young ladies, his cousins, had a very
pleasant stroll on the bright mountain side, which was
now of a thousand colors. The autumn had made every
leaf blue, or yellow, or crimson, and when the wind shook
them together and came sobbing on from the far distance,
ever increasing in loudness until it passed on again and
died away, they resembled so many fluttering pennons
such as the knights of old times bore proudly aloft the
gifts of their ladies fair upon the heads of their upright
lances.
The two young girls, for a moment children again at
meeting once more with their long absent uncle, were now
more reserved and more like women. In truth they were
both upon the verge of womanhood, and if their first meet
ing with Doctor Courtlandt seemed to stamp them as mere
impulsive children, their conduct on that occasion must
be attributed to the fact that he had always been their
fast friend and even playmate, and they were, thus,
overjoyed to see him back again. They now returned to
their usual placid and cheerful manner Caroline laugh
ing gayly, it is true, at every thing ; but quite womanly in
spite of it.
They were twins, and resembled each other strikingly
though Caroline was much the taller of the two, and
had far more vivacity than Alice, whose large liquid eyes
/ere full of softness and tenderness.
Max enjoyed the stroll very much ; the fresh air seem
ed to enter intc his blood and vivify it. His cheek bright
ened, he smiled often, and catching from Caroline the
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contagious buoyancy of her own spirits, became more
cheerful than he had been for years.
" How long you have been absent," said Caroline, "but
now you are back again to stay, are you not?"
" Yes I hope so, at least."
" You will be quite an acquisiton to the neighborhood,"
said the young girl, laughing. "We have no beaux here
now, but Robert Emberton and some few more/'
" Robert Emberton of the Glades ?"
" Yes."
" Is he agreeable ?"
" Horrid, cousin Max ! You can not imagine what a
fop he is nothing seems to interest him ; he says he is
ennuye"
Max smiled.
" What is he ennuye about ?" he asked.
" Nothing !" Caroline replied. " I suppose he thinks it
graceful to yawn and declare that the world is a bore
that is his word ; and pretend that nothing amuses him.
I told him when he came to see me last, that I couldn't
think of causing him such an inconvenience as a ride to
the Parsonage grand father's, you know when it was so
very very far from the Grlades "
" Why, it is not."
" About ten miles not more, in truth. But to a per
son who thinks every thing a 'bore,' ten miles must be a
very great distance to ride with only a dull young lady
to see."
" If he said you were dull he showed very little taste,"
caid Max, gallantly, " you are any thing but dull, cousin
Caroline."
" Thank you, cousin Max ; you have been traveling,
and now you come to make your pretty speeches to us
country girls."
" Why, that is not a pretty speech," said Max, smiling,
4 only the truth."
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" Thank you, then."
" And do you think Mr. Robert Emberton is so affected,
cousin Alice," asked the young man.
" Oh, no ; I think he is very witty and amusing," said
Alice, with a demure smile, " he says I am not half as
dull as he has heard people say."
" And so you think he is impudent not ridiculous, as
Caroline, I mean cousin Caroline, says ?"
" No ; he is not impudent. I think he is very amusing,
and though he certainly is affected, I am sure he is a
very nice fellow."
"A difference of opinion certainly, and I must judge for
myself. I am going to live here now, and though I am
not well, and very little inclined to go into society, I shall
visit you and uncle Barry often, when I shall doubtless
see Mr. Emberton."
" Have you been sick ?" asked Alice.
Max's face, clouded.
" No," he said, " but very low spirited."
" Oh, you must not be low spirited, cousin," said
Caroline, " never be low spirited. There is nothing in
the wide world more unphilosophical that is the right
word, I believe than low spirits. You shall come and
see us, and, if necessary, I will laugh all day long to
amuse you. Then we will ride together, walk together,
flirt together, if you choose."
Max's momentary sadness disappeared before these
merry aftid joyous words.
" You have a great many pleasant things in store for
me, cousin," he said, smiling. " How can I thank you
for the thousand suggestions you make, all tending to re
move my unhappy malady, low spirits ? I agree to all
without hesitation "
"Even the last?"
" The last?"
" That we shall flirt together, you know. You agree
to that, too?"
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Max shrugged his shoulders : had Doctor Courtlandt
soon that shrug he would have been overjoyed.
" You must teach me," he replied, with a smile and a
glance of admiration at his cousin.
" Teach you to flirt ?"
" Certainly."
" You not know how to flirt?"
"Why should I be so well-instructed, pray, cousin
Caroline come, tell me."
" Why, you are so experienced "
" I am a mere boy, as you see."
" So old"
" I am not yet nineteen."
" Oh, that is nothing I am but seventeen. You may
be very young, but you are very much of a traveler have
been I mean."
" I am afraid I have traveled without eyes, if travelers
necessarily learn how to flirt with ladies."
" Well I am jesting as usual, I perceive. Come, cousin,
tell us of your travels when you went away you were a
mere child a boy, if you prefer."
Max's countenance assumed its old listless expression
jf melancholy gravity.
" I could only tell you that we went all over Europe,
and that I was very slightly interested with any thing."
Caroline did not observe the melancholy expression of
the young man's countenance, and would have pressed
him further, but Alice changed the conversation. The
past, she saw, was plainly full of shadow for the young
man, and like a woman of intelligence she determined to
endeavor thenceforth to wean his thoughts from it. She
had already penetrated his secret grief, that grief so ap
parent in his sad eyes and lips.
" See what a beautiful primrose up there by the golden,
rod, cousin Max," she said, pointing to a rock which over
hung, like a miniature precipice, their path, "gather it
for me, please."
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" And some for me, my cavalier," said Caroline.
" With pleasure," said Max, and after considerable
trouble, he brought both the primrose and the golden-rod,
from their places on the steep side of the mossy rock.
" How sweet !" said Caroline, " and this golden-rod
would really ornament the flower vases beautifully. Gret
Borne more, cousin Max."
The young man smilingly complied, and after a quarter
of an hour's toil clambering hither and thither, returned
with his arms full of primroses, asters, and other flowers
of the autumn. Caroline received them joyfully.
" What a fine color you have now, cousin Max !" said
Alice, quietly, "your cheeks are as red as peonies."
" I am sure you only want exercise to be as hardy as a
mountaineer," said Caroline, "now let us go back, cousin,
for I think father will wish to return : how beautiful my
flowers are !" she added, " and how much I am obliged
to you, cousin Max."
"I am the gainer, I believe," said the young man,
smiling, " I feel more buoyant than I have felt for a great
while."
" I am glad our acquaintance has commenced so pro
pitiously," said Alice, smiling upon the young man, and
taking timidly his offered arm, " you must come to the
Parsonage now, and we will walk out, and you shall
gather some of our flowers."
"As I live!" cried Caroline, "here is uncle coming to
meet us. Oh, uncle, see my pretty flowers, which cousin
Max collected for me. He is an elegant beau !"
" And you a belle of the finest metal," said the delighted
Doctor, " I have never heard a clapper by which rude
word I mean a female tongue which made more musical
utterance. It is far merrier than the merriest cathedral
chimes your laughter, I mean, Carry which is a very
gallant speech you must confess in an old savant like my
self."
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" Cousin Max is gallant, too," said Caroline," very gal
Unt."
" How could I be otherwise with you," said Max,
laughing and bowing.
" See now the fine foreign gentleman with his elegant
conge!" said Caroline; merrily.
" Bravo !" cried the Doctor, overjoyed at seeing his son
so animated, and his cheeks so healthfully red, " she has
you there, Max ! Come you may take my arm, Carry, a?
you and Max have quarreled."
And so they returned to the Lock, in cheerful talk.
CHAPTER IX.
HUNTER JOHN AGAIN : THE WANING 6ENERATION.
DOCTOR COURTLANDT determined to accompany hia
brother to the Parsonage, inasmuch as it was not so
much out of his road to Miss Emberton's, and this de
termination gave Caroline great delight. The day was
entirely too fine, she said, for one to be shut up in a car
riage, and now she would ride behind her uncle.
To this proposition, Doctor Courtlandt with great readi
ness consented, and his aunt having brought out a volu
minous shawl, and spread it carefully upon the back of
her nephew's horse in order that the young girl's pretty
)>ink dress might not be soiled, Caroline with one quick
spring took her place behind Doctor Courtlandt, and the
party set forward toward the Parsonage. As for Max, he
promised to ride over in the afternoon.
The day was splendid, as our October days nearly
always are, with their brilliant sunlight, invigorating
breezes, and variegated trees and grasses. The smal 1
streams ran merrily in the full fair light; the blue sky
without a cloud, but shadowed by a tender delicate haze
drooped like a magical curtain over the far azure head
lands of the green valley sea the Sleepy Creek and Third
Hill mountain peaks ; and the whole air seemed to be
alive with happiness and joy.
" Oh, uncle Max," cried Caroline, " how glad we all
nre you have come back again ! But I believe I am
more delighted than any one else for you know I always
was your pet : wasn't I ?"
" By no means not a bit more than Alice, you little
rogue not a bit,"
286 LKATIIKlt AND SILK.
" You will call me ' little.' "
"And are you not?"
" No."
" How, pray ? Are you so very huge, mademoiselle?"
" Yes, monsieur. I am seventeen, and at that ago
young ladies are not little things."
" I suppose then you have already made up your mind
to get married."
" No, I have not."
" Will you be an old maid ?"
"Yes."
"What will you do?"
" Keep house for Alice and Robert Emberton."
" Hum !" said the Doctor, " is that all arranged, eh ?"
" By no means ; but he is the only beau in the neigh
borhood, and Alice is a great deal prettier than I am."
" Are you jealous of her ?"
" No, I am not but I would be, if it was not for one
thing."
" What is that, pray ?"
" Max's coming."
"What has the arrival of Max to do with your jeal
ousy ?"
" Max shall be my beau."
The Doctor sighed and smiled.
"That is all very well," he said, "but there is an old
proverb, mademoiselle, which is somewhat applicable
here."
"What is it?"
" That it takes two to make a bargain."
Caroline laughed.
" Oh, Max likes me well enough," she said, " and aa
he is a much nicer person than Mr. Robert Emberton I
will have him for my cavalier."
The Doctor sighed.
"Ma* is not very well," he said, ''but you have it in
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your power, Carry dear, to be of very great service to
him."
" How, uncle Max ?"
" By coaxing him out of his reserve and melancholy
If Max was happy he would be as stout as a plowman."
"Is he unhappy, uncle?" asked Caroline.
" Very, my dear Carry ; very unhappy, and this is
what afflicts me so much. It would make a new .nan ol
me were Max to grow gay and cheerful try now and
amuse him."
" Indeed I will, dear unc.e," said Caroline, tenderly,
" and on your account, for I dearly love you, uncle Max."
The doctor took the little hand which clung to his
waist and affectionately pressed it.
" That is a good girl," he said, " you and Alice too.
We are to have a dinner in three or four days, and this,
with your society will, I trust, wean Max from his melan
choly thoughts. He requires to be interested employed ;
if he is idle and has not congenial society he is gloomy
We met little such abroad, and I am afraid our long resi
dence in Italy was scarcely a benefit to him."
" Oh, how I should like to go to Italy," cried Caroline,
" what a beautiful country it must be, uncle."
" Yes very beautiful."
" But it could not be much prettier than our mount
ains here. Look how grand they are leaves of all pos
sible colors ! and then see how pretty the Parsonage is,
coining out from the trees, on the side of the hill. It is
the nicest little house in the valley."
" Yes ; it is much changed, however. Ah, how fami
liar every thing is !" said the Doctor. " Time ! time !
time is a dreadful but very instructive thing, Carry
Come, we are at the end of our ride. Your father is out
of the carriage ; and Alice what a little fairy she is !"
Hunter John Myers, that stalwart mountaineer of old
iays, carne out to meet them. He wai no longer stalwart
288 LEATHER AND SILK.
but bent down with years those heavy stones which fali.
ing slowly one by one upon the shoulders of the strongest
bend them to the earth, their resting-place. The old
man's head was snow-white, and his eye dimmed. It
was many years since it had flashed, as was its wont in
the past. His strong stride was now a feeble walk ; his
gait had changed like all the rest. A venerable landmark
of the past, he stood on the confines of the two eras, like
an historical monument separating widely different lands.
He was still clad in his old hunting shirt which had
seen so much service in the woods, now waning before
his eyes ; his head was still crowned with its regal otter
skin. At his feet a number of veteran deer hounds
crouched, whose days of activity and strength, like his
own, were slowly dropping into past days. Never would
they tear the throat of the deer brought to bay any more ;
never again hear the hunter's horn, unless their old worn
out master, in melancholy jest, should take it from its
nail, and startle their old ears as they lay dreaming in
the sunshine.
The hunting days of the old man were over ; he was on
the verge of the grave painfully dragging along his fee
ble limbs which he supported with a knotty stick. But
for all this his spirits had not left him. He was Mill
cheerful and hopeful ; and came to meet his visitors now
with hearty pleasure in his old face.
" Welcome, Doctor," he said, " my old eyes are blessed
to see you back safe and sound once more. I'd most nigh
given you up 'way off in foreign parts ; but here you
are back again. Back strong and hearty, not like me,
old and weak and poorly. Welcome welcome."
"You are not so bad as you say, my good old friend,"
replied the Doctor, clasping the honest hand with kindly
warmth, " I bless heaven yon are so well."
" I am not long for this world," said the old man, " soon
the mortal part of the man who went by the name o' Hunt*
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er John Myers on this earth, will be in the dust; lut
oray God his soul will return to that all-wise and loving
Creator who has been so good to him, through a long
nappy life."
"Pray Grod!" returned the Doctor, holding down his
head, and much affected by the old man's changed and
feeble voice.
" That's all I ask," said the hunter, looking thought
fully out on the beautiful landscape, " I have iived my
life, and it was not so easy and well-doin' in the old Inj^n
times ; but I never could complain of any thing, and I've
had more 'an my deserts. I'm most nigh gone away now
to the other country ; when the Lord calls me, I hope I
will be ready."
Then leading the way, they entered the house. Mrs.
Sally Courtlandt received them the same tender, earnest
loving face of old times the same soft voice which had
filled the long past years, for many there, with music.
She was little changed ; the girl had become a woman
that was all. She was happy in possessing so good and
tender a husband, in being able to minister to the wants
of the old man in having dutiful and affectionate chil
dren. Those blessings which had followed the "darling"
of the valley long ago into the new land of matrimony,
had not been uttered in vain, it seemed.
The house inside was little changed, but some additions
had been made, and some improvements introduced
Sally's little chamber was now that of the sisters.
" The house has been plastered," said hunter John,
" and they've put up a porch in front none of my doings,
Doctor, you may be sure. I wanted them, though, to beau
tify the place when my son was minister. They most
nigh refused, but had it done ; so you see it ain't my doin'
but they did it because 1 wanted 'em to."
" It's much nicer, I think, grandfather," said Alice sit
ting down by him and affectionately resting her head on
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his shoulder, " the vines too improve it in front, yon
know."
The old man, with an expression of great affection on
his placid features, patted the little hand which clasped
his own.
"Yes, yes, Alice darling," he said, "the new things
are prettier than the old the young fairer than the aged.
But what is Oscar growing about?"
The old stag hound rose to his feet and looked toward
the door, evidently moved to this unusual demG/istre.ion
by the approach of some visitor. At the same moment
the hoof-strokes of a horse were heard, and mingled with
this measured sound a young man's voice humming a
merry song.
" Who is that ?" asked Doctor Courtlandt, "some visit-
or, Carry ?"
" Not mine !" said Caroline indifferently.
" But who is it ? he has dismounted apparently."
" It is Robert Emberton," said Alice, rising from her
teat, " you know, the brother of Miss Josephine, uncle."
At the same moment the young man entered the room,
bowing to the company.
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CHAPTER X.
MR. RCBERT EMBERTON : THE RISING GENERATION.
IF hunter John Myers, with his gray hair, old fashioned
dress, and rude plain dialect, was a type of the venerable
and moving past, the young man who now entered, grace
ful, smiling, ready in speech, and clad in the very latest
fashion, presented a tolerably accurate specimen of the
" new men" and the changed world which had taken the
place of the old rugged times gone by.
Robert Emberton was a handsome young man of nine
teen, with bright eyes, erect carriage, and graceful person.
There was little of the boy about him, in feature, figure,
or manner. He was perfectly easy and self-possessed ;
carried his head, as the phrase goes, elegantly ; and seemed
to look upon society and human existence as a rather
amusing comedy... which every one had tacitly consented
to act as well as possible for the moment with a perfect
understanding, however, that it was all for amusement
and had no particle of reality at bottom. He was ele
gantly dressed, as we have said, and in the very latest
fashion. From his fingers dangled a light whalebone
cane with a deer's foot at its top, and in the other hand he
carried easily a well smoothed beaver hat.
The young man's easy negligence of manner somewhat
changed when he perceived Doctor Courtlandt's piercing
eye fixed upon him, and he bowed to that gentleman pro
foundly. Certainly he had not paid the same compliment
to any other person for a long time, and this unusual cir
cumstance may be accounted for, on the ground that Mr.
Robert Emberton had n.ever yet met with so distinguished
a man in countenance and manner, as the individual who
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now stood before him with such a noble face such
brilliant eyes full of intelligence and mental power such
a forehead where thought sat enthroned in quiet majesty.
But perhaps the young man's unusual respect wars more
still to be attributed to the accounts he had heard of Doctor
Courtlandt from his sister more than all, possibly, to the
long travel of his new acquaintance in distant lands ; for
Mr. Robert Emberton had but one ambition, which uinli-
tion was to visit that centre of civilization Paris He
fancied that the very coat the silent and grave gentleman
who stood there wore, was redolent of Parisian elegance.
So Mr. Emberton, with much less easy negligence than
was his custom, replied to the courteous words vouchsafed
him by the Doctor.
The Doctor was pleased, he said, to make Mr. Ember-
ton's acquaintance since he had had that pleasure when
Mr. Emberton was exceedingly young; was glad to see
him now, on his return, so much improved.
The young man had intended on that morning he said,
to call on the Doctor, both because he was sure he should
have a very pleasant visit, and because his sister had
commissioned him to say that she was now very nearly
quite well.
" Which I hope," the Doctor said, " is not to forbid my
carrying out my promise to call on her to-day ?"
" Oh, no, sir," the young man said, " on the contrary,
she desired me to say that she would be much pleased to
see you, as your visit was very short when you called
yesterday."
" I will then go this morning as I had intended, though
now Miss Emberton will have only an ordinary visitor in
place of a professional one."
Having settled this matte/ so satisfactorily, the Doctor
left the young man to pay his addresses to the ladies,
which he however seemed in no haste to do; perhaps
because he had seen a great deal of them, and very little
LEATHER AND SILK. 29?
of the Doctor, whom he had heard so much of. His society
was. however, by no means so attractive as to make Doc
tor Courtlandt choose it in preference to that of his old
friends and his brother ; and so Mr. Robert Emberton
was obliged to content himself with the ordinary conver
sation of the young ladies.
They strolled out on the hill side, followed negligently
by their cavalier, who dangled his cane and yawned.
" Do you feel unwell to-day ?" said Caroline, turning
her head carelessly over her shoulder, and fixing her bright
eyes satirically upon him.
" Unwell ?" yawned the gentleman, somewhat sur
prised. " Why, not at all ; why did you ask ?"
" I thought from your manner that you were not well."
" My manner ; what is peculiar in that, Miss Caroline?"
" It is so listless ; one would think you were 'bored' to
death, as you are fond of saying."
" The fact is, I am bored ; I was, I mean, before I had
the delight of gazing on your fair countenance. But I
was not conscious that my ennui displayed itself so un
mistakably."
" It does."
"In my conversation, eh? That is dull, yon mean?
My ennui is betrayed there ?"
" In every thing."
" Ah, there it is ! The young ladies of the present day
are becoming the most extraordinary creatures. You
can not yawn or complain of any thing in the whole uni
verse, but, by Jove ! excuse me, fairest Miss Caroline
they are offended That is not so important, however,
for ladies soon recover from their i\'i humor; but it really
is annoying to a man of sense, that he is expected on all
occasions to be in raptures, to smile, and simper, and
exhaust the vocabulary of compliments and pretty speschts.
I can't ; it bores me."
" Are you ever any thing but ' boied,' sir ?" asked Caroline,
194 I.KATIIHU AND SII.K.
"Very seldom any thing else I have just ooiue frou
Bath, up there, you know. You've heard of Bath, I sup
pose."
" Heard of Bath, Mr. Emberton !" said Alice, quietly
" why it is just over the mountain, and is the most fash
ionable watering-place in the valley."
" Well, I was about to say when you interrupted me,
Miss Alice," the young man replied negligently, "that 1
have been bored to death there lately."
" By what, pray ?" said Alice, smiling.
" By every thing ; and the dreadful part of it was, that
I could not escape it."
"You were not obliged to talk to the ladies, were you?"
" Oh, I did nothing of the sort. The very evening If
arrived, an event happened to me which stopped all that."
" What event ?"
"A young lady very nearly made a declaration to me;
it was shocking though it ts Leap Year."
" I declare you are too bad !" said Alice, laughing, "and
if you were not so affected and meant half you say, I
would"
"Cut me?"
" Yes, sir, and Carry too ; I know she would."
"Without hesitation," said Caroline, pouting.
This expression upon Caroline's face seemed rather to
amuse Mr. Emberton.
" That would be dreadful," he said carelessly, " but I
was going on with my account of the kingdom of boredom
np there or down there, as you please. It was not the
female society shocking phrase that, but one must use
it, it is so fashionable not the ladies who bored me. One
can always decline being victimized by them, and I did
decline, after waltzing to that dreadful music for one whole
evening; but I could not escape the rest."
"What else wearied Mr. Emberton? I hate the word
bored t " said Caroline, " and beg you will not use it again."
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" "With pleasure. My tribulation arose then from thfi
awful dressing of the company. Never have I seen any
thing so horrible as the taste of those young ladies and
gentlemen ; it was enough to give one a chill. I became
depressed, I was overcome I was in doubt whether I
was present at a social meeting of the South Sea Island
ers, or the inhabitants of Nova Zembla. I camo away
immediately and shall not return."
" You came because your sister sent for you, di^ you
not?" asked Alice, laughing.
" Yes ; but I was coming without her request. I saw no
new faces, no pretty girls all passees, regular old stagers.
By-the-by, speaking of new faces, you have a cousin who
has just arrived have you not, my dear Miss Alice ?"
" Yes ; cousin Max."
" Nice fellow ?"
" Very nice, I suppose ; he is Caroline's beau, not
mine," said Alice, laughing and blushing slightly.
" Handsome ?" continued Mr. Emberton.
" Exceedingly."
" Dress well ?"
" I did not observe."
" Is he comme il faut, I mean?"
" At least he is just from Paris."
" Then he dresses well ; and as he dresses well, is ex
ceedingly handsome, a very nice fellow, and above all your
cousin," said Mr. Emberton, summingup, " I have no doubt
you will fall in love with him at once, Miss Caroline."
" I believe I shall," the young girl replied.
This answer made the gentleman, strange to say, some
what moody ; he had too high an opinion of persons who
>iad been to Paris to despise them.
" He is an admirer of yours, I believe ?" asked M
Emberton, with affected nonchalance.
" Oh, indeed he is," said Alice, with some constraint,
" he and Carry are excellent friends already."
" Keep a little corner for me in vour heart, Miss Carry.*
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the young gentleman said, resuming his drawl, " iven if
I should be called on to dance at your wedding."
Caroline made no reply.
" It is not arranged entirely yet, is it ?" he asked.
" No, sir ! it is not !"
" Why, Miss Caroline I really feel some trepidation
you will not eat me, will you ?"
" No, sir ; you are not to my taste."
" Not to your taste ! Good ! That reminds ae of a
friend of mine down at Bath. After half an hour's devo
tion to the ice cream, he said to me pathetically, ' I've
eaten so much of this thing that I've got through; but
it's not to my taste.' Now to apply my anecdote. You
ean not eat me, my dear Miss Caroline, but you can im>
bibe my discourse. I hope under these circumstances
you have not imbibed so much of it on the present occa
sion that you wish you had got through with it."
" I am never guilty of impoliteness, sir," said Caroline,
half offended, half ready to burst out laughing at this
ridiculous reply.
"And I am sure," the young man said with a courtly
bow, "/would not have alluded to your engagement with
your cousin, had I imagined such an illusion would be
thought ' impolite.' "
" I am not engaged."
A well satisfied smile lit up Mr. Robert Emberton's
face at these negligent words, and the whole party hav
ing once more recovered their good humor, continued the
jesting conversation, until after making the circuit of
the hill, they returned to the Parsonage.
The Doctor was mounting his horse ; the young man.
hastened up.
" Will you permit me to accompany you, sir," he
ar ked, very deferentially.
" I will be very glad to have your company, sir," the
Doctor replied ; and taking leave of the family, they set
forward toward the " Glades.*'
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CHAPTER XL
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.
AFTER a pleasant ride of two hours they arrived at th
Grlades, where the young man's multitudinous questions
addressed to the Doctor, for a moment ceased to stun that
gentleman's ears. At the gate stood a large lean horse
champing his bit, and this caused Mr. Robert Emberton
to surmise that "his dancing-master had come to give
him a lesson."
The Doctor smiled ; for this word " dancing-master,"
threw him back to former days when the art of dancing
was so excellently represented in Martinsburg, by that
worthy offshoot of the days of the Grand Monarque
Monsieur Pantoufle Xaupi. But what was his astonish
ment on entering the mansion to see approach him, no
less a personage than that very Monsieur Pantoufle,
twenty-five years older, and needing now no white powder
on his thin elegantly dressed hair ; but still supple, still
bowing, ambling, smiling, still full of the thousand en
gaging amenities of look and manner which characterized
him in those long past days, to which the Doctor's
thoughts had just flown back.
Monsieur Pantoufle ran to the Doctor and embraced
him enthusiastically.
' My dear friend !" cried the dancing-master, " is it
jurHble I now see you in person, so well, so excellent-
looking ! Is it possible I see my much cherished friend
Monsieur Max !"
" In person ;" said the Doctor, smiling and cordially
eturning the pressure of the old man's hand, "I am
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as much surprised as yourself, Monsieur Pantoufle
but delighted to see you !"
" Ah, you charm me !"
" You are as gay as ever ?"
" Not so gay ;" said the old dancing-master, shaking
nis head, "age come on very fast ; je suis veillard, Mon
sieur Max"
" Mais vous etes bien aise ?"
" Non, mon cher. I grow old. The times pass it is
long since I fence, I dance, I play upon the harpsichord,
the violin, as I used to in the old time."
" You look very well and almost as young as ever,"
replied the Doctor.
The old man shook his head.
"I have but the spirits," he said, "the spirits never
leave me."
That is much."
" Yes, yes very much. I often tell my young friend
here, Monsieur Robert, to keep up the spirits; always
keep up the spirits."
" He needs it little, I think ; but really I am delighted
to see you," said the kind hearted Doctor, " you recall to
me a great many pleasant reminiscences of the past,
though some are unpleasant, too. You, recollect that I
bought your coat, eh ?"
* My grand monarque coat !" said the old man, shrug
ging his shoulders, and laughing.
" Yes, the Louis XIV."
" I nevare can get such now," said Monsieur Pantou/le
" The present mode is abominable."
" I am just from Paris."
" From Paris; est il possible?"
" Direct."
"My friends send me any message? But I have nc
friends now," added the old man shaking his head, " they
all pass away, they all go like the autumn leaf, in the
wind ; they send me any message, eh ?"
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" I was there but a short time and made very few ac
quaintances."
" You meet the Due de Montmorenci ?"
" No your friend ?"
" My cousin, my blood cousin : it is an homme ff esprit f
But he has forgot the poor dancing-master sans doute"
" Well, at least I have not ; for I retain too pleasant
an impression of you, my dear Monsieur Pantoufle ; and I
wish sincerely that you may never have a day of trouble
or ill health.
" I have had much ; but the spirits have not leave me.
T come, Monsieur Robert," he added, turning to the young
man, " to give you your dancing lesson ; I was grieve to
hear of Mademoiselle's sickness, and was going back to
Bath, but she send me word she would come see me I
must wait ; a la bonne heure. She is here."
Miss Josephine Emberton entered, still pale and look
ing feeble, but evidently not otherwise unwell. She
greeted the Doctor with manifest pleasure, and expressed
her great satisfaction at seeing him back again, very
gracefully.
" I scarcely exchanged three words with you yester
day," she said, " and now, Doctor, you must give me
leave to make rny speech out, you know. It really looks
like old times to see you and Monsieur Pantoufle face to
face ; it reminds me of the happy days of my girlhood in
Martinsburg, when 1 was so young and merry."
" Ah," said Monsieur Pantoufle, with a very engaging
bow, " you jest Mademoiselle: you are very young not
twenty years, I think, indeed."
" You are very gallant, Monsieur Pantoufle," Miss
Emberton replied, languidly, but smiling kindly on the
old man, " and I always know what to expect from you
when I make any allusion to my age."
" Permit me, madam, also to reiterate Monsieur Pan-
toufle's compliment," said Doctor Courtlandt, " I find you
changed, it is true, from the merry school-girl you wer
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formerly, when a very pert and impudent boy used li
come and visit you at his aunt's: he also is changed but
like yourself, Q-od be thanked, still retains his love of old
friends and holds in hia heart, as a sacred treasure, the
recollections of those times you allude to."
" They are very far off, Doctor," said Miss Emberton,
with a smile and a sigh.
" But very vivid to me, madam," replied the Doctor.
*' they were happy times very happy. The memory of
them even now when long years have gone by, each
touching my forehead with a wrinkle, my hair with a
snow flake, even now my recollections when they go back
to the times we speak of, are full of pleasant regret."
" Is regret ever pleasant, Doctor ?"
" Often very often."
" How is that ?"
"It is very simple. We naturally regret all that
splendor and joy which has flown away ; the present is
not equal to the bright past in any thing ; from our pro
clivity to love the ' good old times,' whether those times
were good or not. That is human ; therefore we ever sigh
for them back again. But with the regret is mingled
the consciousness of having once been happy grand and
most affecting recollection ! and so the regret is often
swallowed up in joyful satisfaction."
" CTcst vrai!" said Monsieur Pantoufle, wisely and
thoughtfully shaking his head.
The lady smiled.
" Well, I confess there is very often some such feeling
in my own mind," she said, " but I am still very child-like
in my character though I am becoming an old woman
which probably accounts for it."
" Child-like, madam ? 1 find you paying yourself a
very high compliment."
" How so ?"
" The child character is my beau ideal the most per
fect"
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" 'Tis true, 'tis true," said Monsieur Pantoufle, mourn
fully shaking his head ; " helas /"
" Why, Doctor ?" asked Miss Emberton.
" Because it is the purest. Carping men may exhaust
their rhetoric in scoffing at the idea, but my experience
tells me that the child-mind, unfettered as it is with con
ventionality and custom, unobscured and unaffected by
worldly fallacy, that this first virgin tablet takes truer as
well as more beautiful impressions than the adult mind.
Thus I have ever loved children."
" There is much truth in what you say, Doctor ; I think
I should like to possess some enchanter's wand for a mo
ment. I would transport myself back to Mrs. Court-
landt's in Martinsburg, and for a time live again in the
midst of my child-friends there as I used to. But they
have grown up, married, and I believe quite forgotten
me; the world is real, not enchanted."
" Alas," said the Doctor, " no truer word could ba
spoken. But the other day I visited that very house
collecting my memories, you will understand, madam,"
said the Doctor, smiling.
"The old school?"
* Yes ; and I stood in the room just where I so often
stood in the old days listening to the merry laughter of
the girls. I thought I heard it again ringing joyfully
through the passages and out under the broad garden
trees ! I was mistaken ; it was all gone, and the place
only made me melancholy."
" So you came away sighing, Doctor, did you ?" asked
Miss Emberton, with a languid smile.
" No, no. For one memory rescued me from thia
prison house of tears," said Doctor Courtlandt, laughing.
" What memory ?"
" Do you recall the occasion of Mrs. 's exhibition,
or examination, rather ?"
Perfectly."
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"When I played Romeo you recollect, madam?"
Yes yes !"
" Well I recollected, as I stood there in the old room,
that foolish act of mine the note I gave you."
The doctor and the lady both laughed.
" When we were dancing the minuet ?" she said, " oh
yes, I recollect perfectly."
" So now, madam ; there is one of those plea < *ant resrreta
I spoke of."
" True it is such."
"I have my Romeo coat still," said the Doctor.
" What a curiosity !"
" A curiosity indeed ; and how singular that Monsieur
Pantoufle should be here now so long after, just as we
are speaking of those times. That was his coat, my dear
madam."
" Oh, I recollect ; you seem to have forgotten the ' sub
scription' you proposed !"
The Doctor laughed heartily ; and after some more
pleasant conversation arose to take his leave.
*' I hope I shall havo the pleasure of seeing your sister
and yourself at the Lock ti;>on Friday," he said to the
young man, "some friends come to dw*-with me."
" With great pleasure, Doctor, should I be well enough.
Call again when you find it convenient : we should not
neglect old friends."
Twenty years before the Doctor would have made his
departure glitter with a speech replete with gallantry ;
but time had affected him equally with Monsieur Pan
toufle. He therefore, simply bowed, and requesting Mon
sieur Pantoufle to accompany the party, wrapped his sur
tout around him, and returned homeward, thinking of
Max.
CHAPTER XII.
HOW THE WORLD WAGS.
THE day for tl.e dinner came, and Doctor Courtlandt
stood at the door of his open, hospitable mansion, wel
coming every one, as the vehicles of every description,
from the large family coach to the light one-seated cur
ricle, deposited their freights before the door. The large
carriages, roomy and luxuriously swung upon low-bend
ing springs, were affected by the elderly ladies and those
old " squires," to use the rustic designation, whose figures
for long years nursed into corpulence and rotundity by
generous viands and an ample modicum of sherry daily,
would not consent to be incarcerated in narrower and less
spacious vehicles. But the young gentlemen and ladies
of the neighborhood, whose graces on the contrary courted
observation, made their appearance on fine and spirited
horses.
The Doctor was " all things to all men ;" as perfectly
agreeable with his ready jests to the young damsels, as
he was with his cordial, neighborly bearing to the elderly
ladies and gentlemen. For a time nothing was distin
guishable but the incessant clatter of hoofs, and rattle of
wheels, mingled with the hum of voices then the " ar
rivals were complete" and the company was marshaled
into the great dining-room, wherein that worthy old gen
tleman, father Von Horn, had often received his neigh
bors in long past years.
The return of Doctor Courtlandt and his son, was quite
an event in the neighborhood and to >?very one a pleas
ant event. The reader may have observed in former
portions of this true chronicle, that Doctor Courtlandt
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oven as a wild, headstrong boy, managed to conciliate the
goodwill of every person with whom he was thrown in
contact. Throughout his life this was certainly a very
observable circumstance ; and now his retnrn was hailcil
by all those friendly hearts as a most welcome event.
There was much to interest a mere stranger even, in the
noble looking gentleman now seated at the head of his
broad board, and dispensing around him smile." and con
gratulations. Intellect had written in unmi.<akable c^ <tr
act ers its presence on the broad ample brow ; and no one
who had watched the expression of the firm lips so in-
fallibly the test of character would have doubted that
the heart which corresponded to this intellect was as
noble and true.
Caroline and Alice were seated by Max and Mr. Robert
Emberton: and Miss Emberton was the centre of attrac
tion among the fair dames who bloomed in long rows on
the right and left hand of the host. At the foot of the
table or more properly the head sat Mrs. Courtlandt,
the Rev. Mr. Courtlandt and his wife.
Alice observed with pain that Max ate scarcely at all ;
and this was only not observed by other persons from the
fact that the young man was kept very busily talking:
he and Doctor Courtlandt were the two centres to which a
thousand questions tended, throughout the whole banquet.
The young man seemed very listless and melancholy.
AJJ for Caroline she was very busily engaged in laugh
ing at Mr. Robert Emberton's petit-maitre airs, and f..t
his attempts to talk French with Monsieur Pantouflf, who
sat opposite them. Monsieur Pantoufle shrujigrd hit
shoulders at Mr. Robert Emberton's extraordinary lingua
Franca for this young gentleman had managed lo mix
up with his French both Italian and German, in whioh
he fancied himself a proficient.
And so with the buzz of voices and the clatter of platca
the dinner, like all mortal things, came to an end.
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" Come, Mr. Emberton and you, cousin Max/' said
Caroline, "you must not stay drinking wine you must
come and walk with us on the hill side."
"Willingly," said Mr. Robert Emberton, "drinking is
A great bore."
And accompanied by Max, Alice, Caroline and a number
of young ladies, the unfortunate victim of ennui went forth
The afternoon was beautiful ; the sun just poised T ;pon
the western forest, hung in the rosy sky like a great
shield on the flame-colored hangings woven of old by
Ingebord, that " Child of kings ;" the bright trees waved
their long branches to the golden clouds ; the fresh pure
air brought the most becoming color to every cheek.
Max was silent and even gloomy. Alice looked at him
timidly.
" Cousin Max, you do not seem well," she said, bash
fully.
" I am very well," said the young man, sombre and
mournful.
" You must not be low spirited."
" I am not."
And then after these abstracted words he turned away.
Caroline's gay laugh rang out.
"And you pretend to say that you speak French, sir!'
upon my word ! I have never heard a more singular dia
lect than that with which you were pleased to regale my
ears at table."
" I did not, address my French to you, Miss Caroline,"
said Mr. Robert Emberton, to whom these words were
directed.
" Well address me now, and tell me if that sky is not
beautiful ?"
" Beautiful ?"
" Yes, it is lovely. Look at the girls and the gentle
men yonder, how sentimentally they are grouped admir
ing it."
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" They are young," said Mr. Emberton, yawning.
" Young ? what do you mean ?"
" Unsophisticated."
" Because they admire a beautiful sunset ? How fina
your taste is !"
" I don't pretend to have any."
" You have none, or you would admire those beautiful
woods."
"You have harnessed that poor word beautiful too
often. It will break down the next stage."
" Then lovely the evening is lovely."
" There's nothing in it."
" Just listen. I think you and cousin Max are the
dullest beaux I have had for an age."
Max, by a strong effort suppressed his gloom, and turn
ing to the young girl whose bright glance flashed like an
arrow to him :
" What did you say, cousin ?" he asked, smiling sadly.
" I said you and Mr. Emberton were very bad com
pany."
"Well," said Max, "I will endeavor to behave better.
Come now, make me laugh, cousin Caroline. I am in
one of my fits of dullness."
" He would not speak to me," thought Alice, " and
turned away from me saying that he was not low spirited ;
plainly because he did not expect any pleasure in my
society. Now he is very ready to talk to sister, and in
five minutes will be laughing. Well, I hope she will
make him laugh ;" and mortified tears came into the
young girl's eyes.
"Now, Miss Alice," said Mr. Emberton, offering hia
arm to the fair girl to help her over the steep rocks they
were clambering, " I begin to feel in a better humor with
you upon my arm. T confess I have been in a wretched
humor all day before I left home, understand ; for by
this time I should have done something dreadful, but
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for Doctor Courtlandt's brilliant conversation and your
pleasant society."
Alice glanced at Max and Caroline who were talking
gayly Caroline at least. Max seemed already to have
thrown off much of his gloom.
" You are as much in earnest about uncle's ' brilliant
conversation' as about my ' pleasant society/ I suppose.
Mr. Emberton," the young girl said.
"Indeed," said Mr. Emberton bending down to hei
ear gallantly, and taking the opportunity to throw a
glance upon Max and Caroline, " I was never more sincere
in my life."
" Sincerity is your forte, you know."
" My forte ?"
" I mean it is not."
" 1 am always sincere with you," said Mr. Emberton,
tenderly.
" And I with you ; for I always tell you your faults,
you know."
" My faults ?" said her companion, glancing at Caroline
and her cousin.
" Yes," said Alice, with the same wandering of the eyes.
"Have I faults?"
" Yes, sir," said Alice, " and one of them is looking at
other people when you are talking to a lady."
" Other people !"
" Yes, you were looking at sister and cousin Max while
you were answering me : and scarcely knew what you
were saying."
Mr. Emberton smiled.
" You were doing the same," he said.
" Well, if we are not society for each other though
you say mine is so pleasant," Alice replied, with some
feeling and a perceptible tremor in her voice, " suppose
we join them, sir."
" A quarrel on my hands, by Jove !" muttered Mr
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Emberton. " On my word, Miss Alice," he continued
more seriously, " I had no intention of being guilty of
discourtesy. I am exceedingly dull, I feel; and ask your
pardon. Don't refuse it."
Alice smiled, and granted the wished for pardon ; but
insisted on joining the party. And so they approached.
" Oh, cousin Max has been giving me such a nice
description of Italy and Rome !" cried Caroline.
" Has he ?" said Alice in a low voice, " I could no f , g<)t
you to talk with me, cousin Max."
" I have talked very little," said Max, with a long look
at Alice, "and indeed very prosily. You were much
better employed."
" Flirting with Mr. Emberton," said Caroline, with an
affected laugh, "oh fie, a preacher's daughter!"
Alice turned away to hide her tears, and with her compan
ion approached a large rock which was covered with moss
and afforded a delightful seat. They sat down Robert
Emberton bending over the young girl intent on removing
all traces of ill-humor from her mind.
" There they go," said Caroline to Max, with a some
what ironical look, " I am very glad you secured me from
that fine gentleman, cousin Max, with his eternal talk of
being bored he is excessively disagreeable."
" Do you dislike him, cousin ?"
"No," said Caroline, indifferently, "he will do very
well in his way he is very affected."
" Is he intelligent ?" asked Max, looking at the person
he alluded to.
" So-so yes, I won't be insincere ; quite intelligent,
but the most ridiculous "
" Do you like him ?"
" No, not a bit."
" I thought he visited you and Alice very constantly.
Does Alice like him ?"
" I don't know, but it is plain he likes Alice," said the
young girl, pouting.
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" They seem to be admiring the sunset; see how beau
tiful. There is now just a very small remnant of tha
disc upon the horizon.. There, it is gone."
"Yes, gone," said Caroline, with her eyes fixed on
Alice and Mr. Robert Emberton, as they sat in friendly
proximity side by side upon the beautiful moss-clad rock
" There are no sunsets in the world equal to our mount
ain ones here," said Max, going through the same cere
mony as his cousin.
" Not in Italy ?" asked Caroline, absently.
" No none as beautiful."
" I have heard so much of the Italian sunsets are they
not superb."
" Yes, the sky is very fair."
" Very few clouds, I believe ?" said Caroline, still ab
sently, and feeling a very violent dislike for Mr. Robert
Emberton who was fixing her sister's bracelet affection
ately upon the beautiful arm.
" I observed none, scarcely," said Max, asking him
self why he had not before observed how fond Alice was
of Mr. Emberton, upon whom she was at that moment
sweetly smiling.
Caroline burst into a merry laugh.
" You are not thinking of me that's plain, cousin Max,"
she said.
" Not thinking of you ?"
"You are looking all the while at Alice, at least!"
" I believe we have both been looking in that direction,"
said the young man, smiling, " suppose we go and see
what they are examining so attentively."
" With pleasure !" said Caroline, making a mock
courtesy, and taking the offered arm with a laugh. It
was a flower that Alice and Mr. Emberton were examin
ingone of those fair autumn flowers which glitter like
stars all over our beautiful mountains.
"What is that?" askud Caroline taking it, with an
ironical laugh, "what Shaksivare calls Love-in-idleness?'
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" I profess my entire ignorance, Miss Caroline," said
Mr. Robert Emberton, "I never studied botany; it
bored me."
" Oh, that is nothing extraordinary, sir," said Care.ine,
satirically, " botany does not monopolize the privilege."
" Now you are going to cut me up as usual, Miss
Caroline. Really, Mr. Courtlandt will think me a most
unfortunate individual."
" You are very fortunate I think, sir," said Max, " you
are in good spirits and amuse cousin Alice. I CPU not/'
" Oh, Cousin Max !" said Alice, reproachfully.
" I only mean that I am really very low-spirited and
dull," said Max, grieved at the hurt expression of the
little tender face, "Indeed I am always, and am a poor
entertainer."
" You seemed to be entertaining Miss Caroline very
agreeably, sir," said Mr. Emberton, "she always laughs
at instead of with me."
Caroline, as if to verify this charge against her, burst
into a merry laugh.
" Upon my word !" she cried, " I think we ought to
have arranged differently. You, cousin Max, with Alice
and I with Mr. Emberton ; though I know I should iiave
got the worst of the bargain."
" You flatter me : you are really too good to me," said
Mr. Emberton, bowing ironically.
" Well, I will not undervalue you so much," said
Caroline merrily, " for when I have bored, and bored, and
bored you still more, perhaps I shall discover the vein of
gold, now hidden. But come let us go back !"
And they all returned to the mansion. They found
the company about to separate for their different homes,
and soon in the joyous and gay clatter of those friendly
voices they lost sight of the comedy of errors they had
just enacted. The scene passed away like a momentary
ploud floating across the sunlight but still that ceu
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^nore important to this history than a thousand din
ners. We might have detailed for the amusement of our
readers, the jests, the laughter, the merry speeches of the
ladies in the drawing-room, of the elderly gentlemen over
their wine when these fair ladies had departed for a time,
but our duty was to abandon all this brilliant company
and busy ourselves with the four personages whose phases
of character, and changes of feeling must enter chiefly
into this chronicle. This duty pointed to the most diffi
cult of two matters : for it is mere pastime to catch idle
momentary words and laughter, and note the footprints
of the march of incident ; but far more difficult to truth
fully outline, even, the characters of human beings. The
first is easy sport, the latter a very different matter.
This trifling scene was the means of developing clearly
to their own eyes in those four hearts, a fact which
hitherto they had not given thought to.
The company separated with many expressions of good
will, and soon there was nothing in this large room, where
so many voices had but now resounded, but silence.
The Doctor had been much grieved at Max's melan
choly in the earlier part of the day. But when the young
man returned from his walk with the fair girls his cousins,
this melancholy had disappeared, and there was life again
in his large blue eyes.
" Ah," murmured the astute observer of human nature,
" the change has, God be thanked, commenced. What
would they not deserve of me if they did away with his
sombre thoughtfulness."
The Rev. Mr. Courtlandt and his wife with the young
girls departed last.
" Good-by, uncle," said Caroline, " oh, I have had
such a delightful day. Such pleasant company."
" Whose the most so, pray ?"
" Yours of course you're such a nice old fellow."
" Old indeed at forty v
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" Well, ' young fellow,' then."
" I distrust your compliments, you witch ; now I am
quite sure you found Mr. Robert Emberton's society
enough to occupy you for the whole day."
Caroline laughed ironically.
" No," she said, " he was ' bored' as usual."
" As usual ?"
" He always is ; but he says he will come rnd see xis
to-morrow or the next day, and not complain of dullness
for once."
"And you, Alice have you had an agreeable time?"
"Very agreeable, dear uncle," said the young girl,
looking at Max.
Max smiled and sighed the Doctor caught the sigh in
its passage.
" Max," he said, "how has it been with you ?"
" I am always in good spirits when I am with cousin
Carry and cousin Alice."
" Oh," cried Caroline, " what a gallant speech Mon
sieur le Voyageur."
" And very sincere," said Max, looking at Alice, " that
ia its only merit."
" Well, now it strikes me," the Doctor said, laughing,
" that you might be in good spirits oftener."
" How, sir ?"
" The Parsonage is not far."
" Oh, I am going over to-morrow."
" Yes," said Alice with a bright smile, " oousin Max
promised to bring me something though I had to tease
him for it."
" What sort of a something ?"
" Oh, that's our secret, sir," said Alice, in her soft
musical voice which was the very echo of tenderness and
joy, "the secret which is known to three people is no
secret, you know."
" I promised " began Max.
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1 N;w cousin!" said Alice, smiling, "that will spoil
si."
" Well, I won't ask," Doctor Courtlandt said. " Max
may take you what he chooses to take you ; but you
shall take away a kiss from me. Come, both ! but one
at a time. Good ! now there is brother waiting for you,
and your mother smiling at you."
" Au revoir /" said Caroline, laughing merrily and
making a mock courtesy.
" Grood-by, uncle. You must come and bring what
you promised, cousin Max," said Alice ; and so the last
of the guests departed.
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CHAPTER XIII.
ALICE'S SECRET.
ON the next morning Doctor Courtlandt rose witk the
nun, and opening his window to the fresh morning air,
inhaled joyfully that breath of golden autumn so fuil of
life and strength.
"Ah," he said, " I should be in the hills by this time!
I feel my old warlike instincts revive ; I am conscious of
a deadly enmity to deer and turkeys. I should now be
filling my chest with the full-flowing wind of the Sleepy
Creek Mountain, yonder I should be in the midst of
those splendid woods hearing the merry leaves rustle in-
stead of thus being a tardy sluggard here !"
And Doctor Courtlandt drrssed with the ease and
rapidity of an old traveler; and gay, light-hearted, ready
to break his jokes upon any one who approached, de
scended to the breakfast room.
Max was already there bending over a portfolio which
lay upon his knees. His long fair hair half covered his
face, as he sat with his delicate profile turned to the door by
which his father entered, and the red, cheerful light of the
crackling twigs in the fire-placeonly a handful, to dispel
the morning chilliness brightened his eyes, and mingled
itself with the clear sunlight streaming through the win
dow opening on the east.
The Doctor clapped him on the shoulder.
" What brought you down so soon, my boy ? you are
not generally so early a riser," said he, laughing.
Max raised his face ; he was smiling.
" I could not bear to lie in bed on such a lovely mom-
ing, sir," he replied.
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" Why, that is well said ! Now suppose we go and
look at the mountains. I was born in the mountains, and
have all my life risen early to go and see the morning
mist curl up from the streams."
"It is very beautiful," said Max, putting on his hat,
and placing under his arm the portfolio.
" Oh, grand !" and with this joyful exclamation, Doctor
Courtlandt, accompanied by his son, went out upon the
mountain side.
" See," said he, "how fresh the trees and all are from
their night's rest, so to speak. How still the air is ; nothing
is stirring but those small birds, and that hawk floating
far up above the mountain upon his long wings. Observe
the mist hanging above Meadow Branch no trace of the
Parsonage or any other house. Yes ! upon my word .!
there it comes out ! the sun is routing the mist you
have never seen any thing as pretty in Europe, my boy !
and day is on us ! with, all the fresh vigor of youth and
joy. That wind ! hear Tiow it floods the air with merry
laughter ! the trees are positively so much variegated
cloth of gold ! and the leaves dancing to the tinkling
music ! Ah ! the air is full of it !"
Max stood rapt with the beauty of the fair October
morning ; and for the first time felt that autumn was not
necessarily so sad. His eye sparkled, his cheeks filled
with blood, and his eye drank in rapturously the whole
beautiful landscape.
" Splendid ; is it not ?" said Doctor Courtlandt, " if I
could only sketch this scene !"
" Here is my portfolio, sir."
" Do you ever draw now ?"
" Very seldom ; but I am determined some morning tc
make a sketch of the valley from this very spot."
In opening the portfolio, the young man's hand dis
placed a paper, which fell out on the grass. He picked
it up, smiling
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" Here is something about the mountains, sir," he .said.
" What poetry ? Heaven defend me !"
" Yes ; and I had selected it for Alice."
" For Alice ?"
" You recollect yesterday, when they went away, Alice
said I had promised her something. My promise was to
write for her some verses, and this was already written.*'
"About the mountains?"
" Here it is, sir ; it was written on the Atlantic, year*
ago."
" How ! when we were "
" Going to Europe ; yes, sir ; it sounds low-spirited,
and I was very much so at the time."
" But you are not now, my boy?" said Doctor Court-
landt, wistfully, taking the paper as he spoke.
" No, sir ;" Max replied with a smile, " I believe I am
getting hearty again. I feel very well indeed, and was
laughing a little while ago at the excess of sentiment
which produced those verses when you found me in the
breakfast-room, you know."
The verses were written in a plain, delicate hand, and
ran as follows:
" The sunset died
In regal pomp and pride
I should have died
Before I left my mountain side!
44 Poor heart ! I sighed,
Is happiness denied
To thee untried
Here on the quiet mountain sidel
** The trees were dyed
In evening's crimson tide,
Roiled far and wide
Along the merry mountain sUU.
** This was my bride !
And what man shall deride
The daisy pied,
That blooms upon the mountain
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" The red day died ;
"With bitter tears I cried,
I should have died
Before I left my home,
My own dear mountain side !"
" Hum !" said the Doctor, critically, " the last verse
seems to me redundant ; but I have no doubt it will servo
your purpose. Well, you are back to your mountain
side ! Don't write melancholy poetry any more, my boy."
" I never write, sir ; and I am sure you would not
have been annoyed with my scribbling this morning, but
for the fact of our walk out here."
" No annoyance, my dear boy ; pleasure pleasure ;
but come, I see aunt yonder marshaling the turkeys, and
now see ! she beckons."
" G-ood-morning," said the old lady, who was counting
the keys in her large key-basket, " why, Max, you look
uncommonly well."
" And I have an excellent appetite, aunt," replied Max,
laughing.
" Come, agreeable Mrs. Courtlandt," said the Doctor,
" let us have some breakfast, if you please."
" It is ready, nephew."
And so they all entered and sat down to breakfast.
Max, as he said, had an excellent appetite ; and so over
joyed was the worthy Doctor at seeing his son thus re
covering his strength, that they had no sooner risen from
the table than he suggested a bout with the foils. Max
went up stairs to procure them.
Just as he left the room a merry voice was heard at the
door, crying, " Grood-morning, good folks !" and Caroline
ran in.
CHAPTER XIV.
A BOUT WITH FOILS.
" GOOD morning, uncle !" cried Caroline. " Aunt Court-
landt, how well you look after all the worry yesterday.
I'm as glad to see you as if I had been away for a month
instead of one night. I just got my riding dress, and
rode over as the morning was so fine !"
" What a nice dress ;" said Doctor Courtlandt, " ah,
the young ladies of the present day are quite different
from those of the old time. Silk is now the rule, then
linsey was decidedly more fashionable."
" You speak as if you were as old as Methuselah."
" I'm past forty, Carry," replied the Doctor, " I am
getting old."
" You shall not grow old ; I will keep you young, uncle."
" How will you accomplish that ?"
" By laughing at you."
" Laughing at me, indeed."
" You know then you will laugh back at me ; and as
long as people laugh they do not look old."
" Well, take off that riding skirt ; that at least is no
laughing matter."
" Certainly ; where is my agreeable cousin Max ?"
" Ah ! there is the cat out of the bag. You did not
come to see me but Max."
"Fie! uncle; a young lady visit a gentleman! Indeed!"
And the young girl's pretty lip curled scornfully.
" Come, come," said the Doctor, " I foresee you wilJ
spend your indignation on the unfortunate Max a kis&
will make us good friends again."
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" Who could quarrel with you, you nice old man !*
cried Caroline, running to him.
" Take care ! your skirt will trip you !" cried Mrs
Courtlandt.
The caution came too late ; Caroline, full of life and
merriment a merriment which reddened her cheeks
and danced in her sparkling eyes, sprang forward so
quickly, that the long skirt she wore got beneath her feet,
and she fell forward not into the arms of the nice old
man, her uncle, but into those of Max, who at that mo
ment entered with the foils and masks.
The Doctor burst into laughter.
" Bravo !" he cried, " there is a nice present Miss Caro
line makes you, Max ; thank her."
" Of herself, sir ?" said the young man, with a pleasant
laugh, " then I accept unconditionally."
Caroline laughed, and quickly extricated herself from
her cousin's embrace.
" Thank you," she said ; " it is Leap Year, but I have
no intention of presenting myself to any body."
" Especially to such a dull fellow as myself," said Max.
" You are not dull, cousin : how could you be ? a trav
eled gentleman, full of accomplishments, elegant graces ;
and then your bow that is nonpareil."
" What a tongue, you little witch !" said the Doctor.
" And now you are about to exhibit your fencing graces,
I suppose," said Caroline ; " come, begin !"
Max smiled, and took his foil, without paying any at
tention to his cousin's raillery. The Doctor put on his
mask, and bent his foil on the toe of his boot.
" Two to one on uncle !" cried Caroline, laughing and
retreating from the glittering steel, which the Doctor, with
the ease of a practiced swordsman, whirled around him
going through the motions of engaging and disengaging.
" Two to one say you ?" replied her uncle j " that
were too much, unless you won,"
S20 I.i:.\T!!KK AND SH.K.
" I declare, uncle, you are the smartest old gallant I
have ever seen ! Well, I'll bet cousin Max that you throw
his sword out of his hand in half a minute."
" Take the bet, Max," said the Doctor.
" I am afraid you will, sir," Max replied, laughing.
" Bet bet, nevertheless."
" What shall the bet be, cousin Carry ?" asked the
young man.
" Your hat against my riding-cap. You will look very
nice riding back with me without your hat."
" Done," said Max, putting on his mask.
" En garde /" said Doctor Courtlandt ; and Max placed
himself in position.
" All fair now, uncle," said the young girl, laughing.
" I pledge you my honor I will try to make him lose.
So take care of your weapon, Max."
Max grasped his foil with an experienced hand, and,
throwing back his hair, fixed his eyes upon those of his
father, and crossed his weapon. The two swords clashed,
and half a dozen rapid passes ensued, in which neither
were marked.
" I need not have chalked the button, sir," said the
young man ; " I can not touch you."
" Try again," said Caroline.
The weapons were again crossed ; and after a rapid
passage, in which the foils writhed around each other
like glittering serpents, the young man was struck upon
the breast.
"You are dead," said Doctor Courtlandt; "see, Max,
on your heart ! The mark is perfectly plain. You are a
dead man !"
" I never felt better in my life," replied Max, laughing.
" Now for the bet," said Caroline.
"Ah! I forget," said the Doctor, taking his place.
The weapons crossed a third time ; and after a dozen
rapid passes the young man, by a quick turn of the wrist,
tEATHEK AND SILK. 321
font Doctor Courtlandt's foil flying to the other side of
the room.
"Oh, how nice!" cried Caroline.
" Faith !" said Doctor Courtlandt, rubbing his arm,
" you have a good wrist, Max."
" And I have won your cap, cousin Caroline," the young
man said.
" But you would not be so ungallant as to take it?"
"Indeed I will: I would have had great success in
pleading for my hat, had you won."
"Well, there it is, sir; I take back all I said about
your gallantry and accomplishments."
" I appeal from Miss Courtlandt out of humor to Miss
Courtlandt pleased," said Max, laughing, and taking the
little cap with its black feather.
" That is right, Max," said the Doctor ; " compel her
to comply with the conditions of the bet."
" Will you try another pass, sir ?"
" No, thank you ; by no means ; I have enough. My
arm is still stunned to the very elbow. I should have
killed you, but you have, in reality, disabled me. You
profited by La Force's teaching, faith."
" Fencing was my only amusement, sir, you know."
" Yes, yes you have, however, turned your science to
some profit. A nice cap you have lost, Carry, by your
betting mania."
" Dear old man ! I do not regret it for it was for
your sake. Now I must go back ; I just galloped over,
and had no idea I should be so much amused."
"Max, do you go over this morning?" asked Doctor
Courtlandt.
" Yes, sir ; I have just ordered my horse, and when
ever cousin Carry is ready, I am."
" I am ready now ; but poor me, what am I to do with
out my cap ?"
" The best you can."
o*
22 LEATHER AND SILK.
" Well, Mr. Uncourtly, come ; I don't care for any,
My curls are not so unbecoming, and the sun is not
not enough to freckle my face. Good-by, dear uncle
and you, aunt, come over as soon as you can."
And with these words the young girl, holding up her
long skirt, went out, followed by Max, who bore in his
hand the riding-cap.
" Please give it to me," said Caroline, as she took her
seat in the saddle.
" That depends upon your behavior, cousin Caroline,"
said Max.
" What ! on the ride ?"
" Yes ; so take care !"
"Keep it then!" cried the young girl, shaking back
her long curls, and rapidly setting forward toward the
Parsonage. Max followed, and took his place at her
side in excellent spirits, and anticipating a delightful
visit.
A quarter of a mile from the house, they met Mr.
Robert Emberton, riding very languidly toward Doctor
Courtlandt's. He saluted the young lady with negligent
politeness, and drew up.
" Where are you going?" asked Caroline.
" To Doctor Courtlandt's then to the Parsonage, to
see Miss Alice," said Mr. Emberton, laconically.
" What, pray, takes you to uncle's ?"
" My horse," said Mr. Emberton ; "and in addition to
that execrable animal, a note from that amiable sister of
mine, Josephine."
And Mr. Emberton was about to pass on.
" Stop," said Caroline, " there is one of the Lock serv
ants going home ; he will take it."
Mr. Emberton hesitated.
" I had promised myself a pleasant talk with Doctor
Courtlandt most entertaining gentleman I have ever
known- " he said, " but he is probably busy to-day.
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Therefore," added Mr. Emberton 4UiCKly, lett Max should
have an opportunity of assuring him that his father was
at leisure, " I will continue on my way to the Parsonage
Don't let me stop you."
Caroline, after some hesitation, agreed to laugh at this
speech ; and Mr. Emberton delivered the note to the
servant who was passing on a wagon horse.
" You may join us if you choose," said Caroline, " or
ride alone."
" Well, I'll go with you," said Mr. Emberton.
And they all continued their way to the Parsonage.
CHAI TER XV.
THE BRACELET AND THE MOTE.
LOCTOR COURTLANDT stood watching Max and Caroline
as long as they were in sight, with a well-pleased .-mile
upon his thoughtful face.
" She would make him a most excellent wife," he mur
mured, " but I do not think they are at all more attached
to each other than cousins, who are friends, are usually.
But the one great fact which remains, is this Max is
better, stronger, gayer, more lively. He no longer mopes,
though his sadness has not entirely left him, and he still
thinks too much. Certainly that was a happy day in
Italy when I said to myself, 'All this is worse than idle
let us go back again to Virginia.' Here has been a
greater change than I could have hoped in so short a
time ; and, by my faith, I believe these two young girls
have been the means. How gay and sincere a spirit is
Caroline's how cheerful and tender Alice's ; they are
paragons of sincerity and true-hearted ness withal and
such mere children. Come! can I not be content with
my young cavalier, but I must be coveting my neighbors'
children ? What a glorious fellow Max would be were
his spirits once back again ; what a wrist he has ; well,
we will trust to time, and new scenes.
" New scenes ! that cap of Caroline's brought tome some
very old scenes ;" and the Doctor smiled thoughtfully ;
" it resembles exactly my Romeo cap, in former times."
The Doctor's brow clouded over, and he sighed. That
poor heart had never entirely recovered from its wound.
Hei image still remained shrined in his memory and
heait.
"And my Romeo coat? "Where is that?" he said,
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with a mournful smile. " Ah, I recollect ; I will go and
look at it, even if it throws me back once more to those
times. Should I avoid rhese tender memories ? No no !
a thousand times !"
And going to his chamber the Doctor opened a closet,
and after some time spent in searching, drew forth tho
coat which he had worn on that night, whose events we
have chronicled in former pages of this history.
"Twenty-five years nearly," he murmured; "that is
a long time. Ah ! how all that past revives for me !
There again is the crowd ; there the bright faces, the
good true-hearted friends, the old-fashioned dresses, the
trembling form of Barry !"
The Doctor mused long with dreamy eyes all the past
seemed to defile before him with its bright faces and gay
scenes. Then sighing deeply, he took the coat and was
about to fold it again, and put it away, when he felt some
thing in the pocket. He drew this something out ; it was a
small red sandal- wood bracelet, such as are worn by girls.
For a moment he sat gazing at the bracelet in astonish
ment ; but suddenly his eyes lighted up with merriment,
and the old odd smile passed over his lips.
" Who would have thought it !" he said, " this bracelet
has actually been in this pocket for nearly twenty-five
years. It was Josephine's ! I remember now distinctly
how I obtained it on the evening I played Romeo. We
were coming out together, and the yovng lady compli
mented me upon my style of playing it. * The good
opinion of no one pleases me so much,' I sail 1 . What a
joyous heart beat in my bosom then ! And then Jose
phine, that bright child timidly gave me this ! ' to make
r<ie her knight," she said !"
The Doctor mused and smiled, holding the bracelet
absently, his eyes fixed on the carpet.
"Ah! those days are gone;" he murmured, "youth is
so short, manhood comes so soon; ere long old age will
thill me wholly. My strength even now is waning, and
326 LEATHER AND SII.K.
time, after destroying my heart and memory, will also an
nihilate my existence. Oh, merciful Father ! let me net lose
that past may I never lose the memory of my childhood
and my boyhood ! May those who have it in their power
to revive those memories, do so in whatever manner;
whether by a word, a picture, a piece of music, or "
"A note, sir," said a voice behind the Doctor, " a note
from Miss Emberton."
The Doctor was struck with this apposite continuation
of his sentence ; he took the note with a smile, opened it,
and read :
" Miss Josephine Emberton is almost ashamed to tres
pass on the time and kindness of Doctor Courtlandt, espe
cially so short a time after his arrival. But presuming,
on her long acquaintance, she asks as a favor that he will
call on her some time to-day, if it should be perfectly
convenient, assuring him that he will be able to assist
her in a very annoying matter."
"Away with dreams; here is the waking existence!
away with imagination ; here is reality !" exclaimed Doc
tor Courtlandt. And putting the bracelet in his pocket,
after carefully folding up and restoring to its place the
Romeo coat, he descended. Mrs. Courtlandt met him.
" I must go to see Miss Emberton by particular re
quest, aunt," he said, " here is her note. My farm busi
ness must wait."
And leaving the note with Mrs. Courtlandt, he w>r
and ordered his horse. In a quarter of an hour he was
in the saddle, and on his way to Miss Emberton's.
He returned in the afternoon, and on again seeing Mrs.
Courtlandt, smiled.
" What was the business the ' annoying matter,' I
mean, nephew ?" asked the old lady.
" Guess.''
" I can not."
" To tell her if a man who offered himself for an over-
eer, was capable or not."
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" Could not her brother ?"
" Oh ; Mr. Robert has not studied farming ; I have,
jrou know but still, Miss Emberton should havs sent
for you ; you are a much better one than myself."
" Pshaw !"
" But that was not the most striking part of the
affair "
" What do you mean ?"
" Can you imagine who the man was who uesired to
fill the position of overseer at the Grlades ?"
" No ; I never could guess."
" Mr. Huddleshingle."
" What ! he who in old times whom Brother Jacob"
"Yes the very same!"
" And how did you arrange it ; is he Miss Emberton's
overseer ?"
" No, no upon seeing me he became very embarrassed
and angry, and refused to live at the Glades, saying ho
had changed his mind. He will go to the West, he says,
to-morrow ; and I feel little commiseration for him. He
never was an honest man."
" That was a most scandalous trick of his."
" Yes, yes, aunt ; but this entails on me the discovery
of another overseer for Miss Emberton. Well, I must go
and consult her on the subject. She is a most agreeable
person, aunt," said the Doctor, thoughtfully, " and less
changed than I imagined."
" I always tol 1 you Josephine was an excellent girl.
She is little altered in character, though much more
sedate."
" I returned some of her property an old bracelet ;
and we had a very hearty old time laugh. Really she is
a very agreeable woman, excellent Mrs. Courtlandt! Bu
where is Max ?"
" There he is coining," said Mrs. Courtlandt
--*.'
CHAPTER XVI.
COMFORT AND HELP TO THE WEAK- HEARTED.
MAX came in looking ill-humored and melancholy : liut
there was in this expression of disquietude nothing resem
bling his habitual sombre and listless apathy. Plainly his
moodiness was the result of some direct tangible circum
stance which had lately occurred ; and that, the watchful
eye of Doctor Courtlandt discerned as usual at the first
glance. Thus the young man's low spirits did not afflict
him in the least ; very evidently it did not lie very deep
beneath the surface, and thus would easily pass away.
Max saluted his father and aunt, and after a few list
less words again put on his hat, and carelessly walked out
upon the hill. He bent his way to the spot whoie they
had wandered along on that beautiful evening himself
his cousins, and Mr. Robert Emberton and reaching tho
moss-covered rock upon which Alice and her companion
had seated themselves, stopped moodily. The evening
was very fine ; the sun, just about to set, filled the air
with its warm rosy light, and the whole universe seemed
to be at rest. The perfume of the autumn leaves floated
hither and thither borne along by the soft breeze, and
there was in every feature of the fair landscape, vailed as
it was by the slight haze, that thoughtful, melancholy
grace, which inclines the heart and memory to dreamy
reverie.
The young man seated himself upon the rock where
Alice had sat, and fell into this dreamy species of reverie.
But there was little inclination for pleasant thought in
his mind. That visit from which he had anticipated so
much delight, had by one of those unlucky circumstances
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which seem to spring up in the path of all men like an
adverse fate, been turned into a bitter trial. He had
gone from home on that morning, happy, joyful, full of
an "unaccustomed spirit," which had "lifted him above
the ground with cheerful thoughts." Alice, he said to
himself, would be there to meet him, and in her dea*
company he would spend a long happy day, in ib r bright
sunshine, wandering in search of flowers, directing his
steps to every pretty knoll and forest glade, drinking
in the music of her voice, the soft light of her tender
thoughtful eyes.
All this the young man had promised himself, and all
this had been reversed by the simple presence of Mr.
Robert Emberton, who like a Satan entered his Paradise
and threw every thing into confusion.
Mr. Emberton throughout the whole day Max re
flected with bitter enmity had attached himself to Alice,
and this on the avowed ground that Caroline had quarreled
with him, and for the time had declined to accept hia
overtures of friendship. That this was all a pretense on
Mr. Emberton's part, merely a ruse to cover his preference
for Alice, was perfectly plain to the young man ; and this
view was completely substantiated by the simple fact that
Caroline had plainly not " fallen out" with Mr. Emberton.
He, Max, had attached himself perforce to that young lady,
and in consequence a drama was enacted, of which the
former scene upon the spot he now occupied was but the
rehearsal ; a drama full of mistakes, misunderstandings,
explanations, and complaints. So the day passed, and
four persons who undeniably took pleasure in each other's
society, had separated with ill-concealed bad-humor.
It was perfectly plain to the young man that Alice did
not care for him, whether she felt a very lively affection
foi Mr. Emberton, or not. This possibility made Max at
the same time wrathful and wretched. If such were the
case what right had he to complain, he asked himself!
"30 LEATHER AND STt.TT.
If Alice preferred the society of Mr. Emberton to his own,
was not such a preference perfectly proper and rational ?
What was he, with his melancholy face and abstracted
manner, the young man thought his proud lip curling
sorrowfully that the young girl should abandon for his
society so very elegant a gentleman so full of amusing
anecdote, and sparkling repartee, so easy, gracff.il, so
calculated to please the taste of women with his pleasant
humor !
The consequence of this train of thought was Inat
gradually the young man's mind like a cup held be
neath a rock, dripping with brackish water filled with
harsh and poisoned thoughts. Anger, jealousy, love,
chased each other incessantly through his moody brain,
and wrapped in this reverie so full of anguish, he lost
sight of the fair scene around him, as completely as if it
nad no real existence ; his feverish eyes fixed alone on
the scene* his brain had conjured up.
Suddenly he felt a hand upon his shoulder ; and turn
ing round, saw his father who had approached without
his perceiving it, so profoundly had he been absorbed in
this bitter and agitating reverie.
" You are melancholy, my child," said Doctor Court-
landt, tenderly, " come, drive away these thoughts which
follow you like hounds ; yield to them and they will tear
you down and kill you."
The young man, troubled and gloomy, made no reply.
" I do not ask you the occasion of your melancholy,"
continued the Doctor, "but I offer you a medicine which
will prove a panacea, whatever your malady may be.
Plainly something annoys and agitates you. Well, take
my advice, and banish this something from your mind."
"I can not, sir; I confess I am annoyed," the young
man added, in a low voice, "more than annoyed."
" Well, rid yourself of this annoyance ; for you can.
Youth is so credulous, so pnjr^r in every thing; all
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things loom large and threatening through the mist of
inexperience. The shadows long and enormous, it is
true, but shadows still are, in your eyes, giants armed
with wrath and destruction. Laugh at them ! laugh at
your annoyances ! they are but shadows."
" Yes, sir," murmured Ma* " shadows for they
darken my heart."
" My son," said Doctor Courtlandt, taking the young
man's arm and pointing to the setting sun, " what see
you there ?"
" Sunset, sir night is coming."
"Nothing more?"
" Darkness and wind."
" More, more is coming, Max, than darkness and cold
and the chill biting wind ! The morning also comes !
the morning full of warmth, and light, and joy; filled
with the music of gay birds, instinct with hope and hap
piness '- You believe as much from faith, since you see
no trace now of any such thing ; well, bring your faith
to bear upon the world ! If God obscures the heart with
shadows, He can also again illuminate it with joy ; if you
are unhappy, you may still be very happy. I have never
yet despaired ; and because I have seen in every event of
my checkered life the hand of God. He does every thing
for the besl, and lets no sparrow fall unheeded. Re
member that ! The misery of His poor creatures here is
not pleasing to that merciful and omnipotent God ; enough !
remember this, my child ! Let us return."
And accompanied by his son Doctor Courtlandt re-
tui aed to the house.
CHAPTER XVII.
BY THE FIRESIDE.
THE autumn passed with all its joyful splendor and
its dreamy beauty ; its singing birds, and many-colored
forests, and its tender flowers glittering like jewels in the
crevices between mossy rocks, and on the sunny hillsides.
The winter wind had come ; and it sighed mournfully
through the tall bare trees which bent before it now so
stormy was it but then sprang up again like giants, and
catching it in their gaunt hands, made it sue loud for
mercy. Ah ! very unlike those soft breezes, were these
stormy winter blasts, which had dispelled with a single
breath, the tender haze of autumn from the woods and
hills. They rolled like thunder through the lofty pines,
or like a great organ peal so "musical" was this "dis
cord ;" so " sweet" this " thunder" of the winter wind.
Then the sky became obscured as if some enormous
flock of wild pigeons, such as once were wont to pass
here in Virginia, were flying over the mountain land ;
then one morning when the mountaineers arose, they saw
pass by their windows myriads of downy flakes, which
any one of imaginative temperament might have said,
were in truth the feathers, soft and very white, of those
flying pigeon-nations, scattered from those mid-air-flying-
breasts, by the great stormy artillery of Heaven.
The autumn was, thus, dead ; wild geese no longer were
seen flying southward far up in the clouds, from which
their faint cry floats so clearly to the ear ; the carol of
the robin was no longer heard ; tho flowers had perished,
even the golden-rod, last lingerer on the hill? ; in one
word, winter had set in in earnest, there it. the mountain-
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land, and one of those good, honest, old-time snows,
which scorned to lie less than a foot or two in depth, now
wrapped the whole landscape in its bridal vail.
In the houses, diligent preparation had been made to
meet the enemy ; and every where he was routed by blaz
ing wood fires, and by furs such as fair ladies wrap them
selves in, when the merry sleigh-bells tinkle at t^e door.
But more than all did the cold dismal winter night yield
up its power for evil before the merry laughter of the
happy-hearted children in the long evenings playing their
thousand games as " Blind man's buff," " 'Tis oats,
peas, beans, and barley grow," and many others by the
bright, roaring fire. At the houses where these scenes
were enacted, this merry laughter heard, the grim old
Winter dared not show his nose, but peeping through the
window furtively, passed on slowly, otherwhither !
We have thought it unnecessary to chronicle all the
sayings and doings of the personages of this brief history ;
since the few scenes we have attempted to trace, have
we hope, served to indicate sufficiently for the purposes
of the narrative up to the present moment, the characters
and surroundings of those personages.
Doctor Courtlandt had become now quite a regular
visitor at the Grlades, and indeed Miss Emberton had
found the little whist parties, which were gotten up by
him for her amusement, a very acceptable substitute for
the usual listUss "reading aloud" of her brother, in the
long winter evenings. Mr. Robert Emberton cherished
for his sister a very devoted affection, but reading he con
sidered a great bore much more, reading aloud. Doctor
Courtlandt's whist arrangement, therefore, met with the
hearty approbation of both the brother and sister : and
Mr. Emberton's opinion of the elegant traveled gentleman,
spurred by self-interest, vastly increased. He had, how.
ever, deferred in all things to Doctor Courtlandt, from the
first moment of their acquaintance. M. Pantoufle even,
534 LEATHER AND SILK.
now domiciled at the Glades, gained a new interest from
his former acquaintance with such a man.
At the Parsonage, Mr. Robert Emberton and Mr. Max
Courtlandt were very constant visitors. The Comedy of
Errors had been repeated so often, that it might have
heen justly considered a great favorite with the actors
and the audience on this occasion, one and the same.
The young men often drove over to ride the ladies out in
their sleighs ; and this tacit rivalry had in a .eat degree
served to remove Mr. Emberton's listlessness, and Max's
melancholy.
Thus more than a month had passed rapidly, and Christ
mas began to hint of its approach, in the diligent attention
paid by Mrs. Courtlandt to her larder, in the busy em
ployment of the young girls on their various " Christmas
gifts" to be but more than all in the joyful anticipation
plain in every eye.
The sunshine sparkling on the scow, waa not half aa
brilliant as those joyful eyes.
CHAPTER XVIII.
COMEDY OF ERRORS: ACT v.
ONE fine morning two gayly caparisoned sleigls were
standing before the door of the Parsonage, the horses of
which tossed their heads impatiently, and spurned with
their shaggy-fetlocked feet, the glittering snow. At every
movement of their heads, the sleigh-bells attached to their
harness gave out a merry jingling ; at each pawing with
their impatient feet, the snow flew around like a cloud of
pearly powder.
Within, in the comfortable dining-room, roared cheer
fully a huge wood fire, and round this fire were grouped,
the old mountaineer, Mrs. Courtlandt (her husband was
absent on a pastoral visit), Alice, and Caroline.
The young girls were wrapping themselves up in that
mountain of shawls, and furs, and comforts, which young
ladies will always continue to wrap themselves up in, to
the end of the world. Caroline's merry face and dancing
eyes were already half buried in a huge " nubia," and
she overflowed with joy and laughter at every word which
was uttered ; Alice, more quiet and sedate, but full of
anticipation, had already put on her wrapping.
Max and Mr. Robert Emberton, enveloped in their
comfortable surtouts, leaned opposite each other against
the mantle-piece.
Old hunter John looked at his grandchildren with
affectionate pride.
" There you are," he said, his old face lit up with a
happy smile, " all wrappin' up and fixin' yourselves as if
you were going to the end of the world, instead of takin'
a little jaunt to town ! Cheeks as red as roses, I declare."
336 LEATHER AND SI I K.
" Thank you for the compliment, grandfather," said
A.lice, demurely.
"I'm a poor hand at payin' compliments," said the
old mountaineer, smiling. " When I was a youngster T
did a deal of it, though ; and I always found it best to
pile 'em up pretty strong ; the girls liked it all the better,
if I don't disremember."
" Take warning, gentlemen !" cried Caroline. u thtn-e
is a great deal of truth in what grandfather says."
" Yes !" said the old man, with a cheerful and thought
ful look, " I was a wild youngster, and many's the time
I have spent the whole night shaking my heels to the
music of the fiddle ! The times then were most nigh
uproarious, and the girls thought nothing of dancin' reels
from sundown to sunrise. Merry times ! merry times !"
sighed the old man, " but all gone many a long day into
the dust. They were like wild geese flyin' 'way off to
the south, and never comin' back again ; but I don't
mourn over 'em. The Lord has been very good to me,
and the old time was bright enough for me considerin'.
Now I am mighty feeble, and most nigh gone to the other
country ; I begin to think the horn is goin' to sound for
me 'fore long ; and when it does sound, I'm in hopes I'll
be able to say, ' Come, Lord Jesus, I've been a waitin' for
you tong.' "
Alice put her arms round the old man's neck, and
kissed him.
" Don't be gloomy, dear grandfather," she said, with a
tremor in her voice.
" I ain't gloomy, darlin'," the old man said, " no, no,
I ain't gloomy ! Why should I be gloomy ? I might 'a
been once. When I was a young strong man I lived my
life like the rest, without thinking or caring for any thing
but the fun and frolic of the time. My heart was full of
blood, and I never knew what it was to be weary in the
ld days then not if I hunted for days and nights togeth-
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9T, or was on the Injun trail 'way off in the backwoods
3ho' the woods here were far enough back from the Ridge.
If you had 'a told me then I was soon goin' to die and
leave all the fine world, and have no more fine times
a-dancin', an.l huntin', and frolickin' with the boys, you
might 'a made me gloomy ; it would be too much to ex
pect the young people to give up their life, when they
enjoy every thing so much, 'thout feelin' as if they would
like to stay in the grand, beautiful world. No, no! the
young love life, and the merciful God wisely made it so.
They have nothing to do with sighin', and moanin', and
thinkin' of the other world, though I don't deny they had
oetter be givin' some thought to the time when the
trumpet '11 sound. I might 'a felt gloomy then, if some
body had 'a told me, ' Hunter John, you're goin' to die.'
But now I look on this world as my tarryin' place for a
little while only. My heart ain't got much blood in it,
and my body's gettin' mighty poorly and feeble, and 'foro
long, Alice dear, the time will come when the old man,
your grandfather, will lay with his forefathers in the dust
out o' which God made him. No, no!" the old man said
cheerfully, " I'm a lookin' forward to the time with hope.
The old weak body is nigh parted from the spirit, but
the spirit don't want to stay. It's bound home, my
darlin'."
Alice turned round to wipe her eyes.
" Go on now, children," said hunter John, " you are in
the spring time. Daughter Sally a-knitting and smiling
yonder is the summer, and I am the winter ; but you
are the spring ; go, children.''
" We are going to bring Saint Nio up, dear grand
father," said Caroline, " he's a good old man, and I know
you'll like him."
" I never did see him yet," replied hunter John, smiling
and kissing the young girl, " but I've heard of him ofteq-
tjmes. Come, you're a-losin' time."
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The girls kissed their mother, for young ladies nevei
omit this ceremony in the presence of gentlemen, and ran
to the door. Mr. Emberton's sleigh was the nearest, and
Alice happened to reach the door before Caroline. The
consequence was that the fifth act of the comedy of errors
was inaugurated by Mr. Emberton's politely helping Alice
into his sleigh. Not one of the party looked at any other
member of it, and Max assisted Caroline into his sleigh
without betraying his disappointment.
The heavy furs were thrown over them, and the two
sleighs darted from the door like flashes of light, leaving
behind them as a ship leaves in her wake a trail of foam
a long "dying fall" of merry bell-chime music, on the
froftty air.
CHAPTER XIX.
IN THE FIRST SLEIGH : OR PROPERLY THE SECON1
MR. Emberton and Alice, inasmuch as their sleigh was
before that of Max and Caroline, took the lead ; and in a
few moments so rapid was their flight the whole party
arrived at and commenced the ascent of the Third Hill
mountain, cutting through the heavy snow drifts, darting
along on the hard frozen portions of the road, and every
moment rising higher above the little valley which they
could already, from their elevated position, overlook
throughout its entire length and breadth.
The morning was bright and beautiful, but bracing
and cold. The cool wind brought roses into the cheeks
of the young girls, and the sunlight flooded their bright
faces and laughing eyes with its full golden splendor.
Nestling under her furs, Caroline bent her eyes on the
sleigh which glided rapidly, with its merry bells some
distance on before them. She seemed to be somewhat
annoyed at the unlucky mistake which had thrown her
with her cousin. Not that Caroline disliked Max ; on
the contrary she was very fond of him ; but only in that
cousinly degree which is so far removed from any softer
feeling. She had set her heart on riding with Mr. Em
berton that day ; and had arranged an agreeable little
series of teasings for his especial benefit ; and she was
much disappointed at not being able to carry into effect
these amiable intentions.
Max's eyes, if the truth must be told, were also fixed
upon the sleigh in advance of them, much more frequent
ly than upon the beautiful girl at his side. We know
his secret at least if that of other persons is not SQ
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plain ; and it must be confessed the young man had felt
a very acute disappointment, at the accident which had
prevented him from having the charming ride he had
promised himself with Alice by his side. Mr. Emberton
did not improve in his opinion, for his own agency in the
matter.
" See what a glorious day. cousin Caroline." said Max,
"here we are on the mountain top, and yonder is the
North Mountain which we must also cross before we nan
swoop down on Martinsburg."
4< Yes, yes, a lovely day !" cried Caroline, " but the
arind is very cold."
" Oh, you must expect that "
" In a sleigh ride, I know. I rather enjoy the cold."
"Wrap up well fix the bear skin over your feet
securely," said the young man, bending down and arrang
ing the fur around the young girl's delicate ankles.
" Oh, they feel much warmer now ! Thank you.
How fast we are going !"
" Do you like sleigh bells ?"
" Oh, I delight in them."
"And I ; I think they are very merry."
" Very merry."
This entertaining dialogue was gone through with
somewhat absently, the eyes of the interlocutors In -in^
fixed on the sleigh before them, which was flying like a
awallow over the smooth descent of the mountain, its
merry bells supplying pleasantly the place of echoes to
their own.
" What music !" said Caroline.
" Delightful," replied Max.
" And at this rate we will swoop down on Martinsburg
in a little while, as you say, cousin Max. You don't
intend to carry off any body, do you ?"
"How?"
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" Hawks only, swoop and hawks carry off chickens,"
aid Caroline, philosophically.
" There are no chickens in town equal to our mountain
ones," said Max, laughing.
" Come, Mr. Flatterer !"
" You are welcome to your portion, cousin Carry," said
Max, absently.
" My small portion I know : for you can not deny that
Alice takes up the greater part."
" Certainly, I deny it," said Max, slacking his rein and
thereby increasing the speed of the already flying sleigh.
" Deny what?" said Caroline, looking mischievously at
her cousin.
" Why, deny your accusation !" said Max, turning
round with some embarrassment and fixing his eyes on
his cousin's laughing face.
" What accusation ?"
" The one you made."
" What was it ?"
Max laughed and colored slightly with the conscious-
ness that Caroline had fathomed his abstraction ; Caroline
burst out laughing.
" You were not thinking of me, cousin Max," she said,
" you were thinking of Alice. Upon my word I believe
you are in love with her, and now I come to think of it
to remember to put this and that together yes I'd take
my oath you are in love with sister !" cried the young
girl clapping her hands and laughing merrily.
Max blushed and turned away his head from his cousin.
"What folly!" he muttered.
" Do you deny it ?"
" Certainly," said Max, smiling and regaining confi
dence.
" You ought to reply, Certainly I deny it,' " said
Caroline, archly, " then you would use the very words
you did just now, when I charged you with allowing
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Alice a larger portion of your regard than myself, and
when you did not hear me because you were so intently
gazing at her in the sleigh before us !"
The young girl's laugh rang out loud and merry. Max
adroitly turned the conversation.
" We are coming to the stream," said he, ' I suppose
the ice will bear us It is quite deep, and T should not
fancy giving you a wetting, my charming cousir."
" See ! they are nearly on the ice."
" Heaven send it don't break !''
The sleigh of Mr. Emberton darted across the frozen
stream like a sunbeam, throwing the light coating of snow
which lay upon it, up in brilliant clouds. Just as they
reached the other side, Mr. Robert Emberton, by a sudden
movement pressed his lips to Alice's cheek.
This manoeuvre was distinctly perceived by Max and
Caroline, and without thinking of the conversation they
had just had, they both uttered an indignant exclamation.
" It is too bad really too bad !" said the young man,
his brow flushing with anger.
" It is outrageous !" said Caroline.
" On what pretense ! "
" I should like to know !"
" For this person " muttered Max, throwing a wrath
ful glance at Mr. Emberton's sleigh.
" For Alice " said Caroline ; and then stopped.
" It was not Alice's fault," said Max.
" It certainly was wrong in her to submit to it, cousin !"
said Caroline.
" The wrong is from him and he shall "
The young man stopped, half from indignation, half
from a feeling of propriety. Caroline was not the per
son to inform of his intention to call Mr. Emberton to
account.
" It certainly is not a bridge !" said the young girl.
"And is it well settled tlm 4 ladies are kissed on bridges?"
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" "When they are sleighing at least they would not be
Justified in feeling offended."
" But this is not a bridge," said Max.
" I just said so," said Caroline.
'Why then ?"
"Certainly; why then?" And Caroline burst ont
aughing.
" You are in love with Alice," said she, merrily, " you
are too indignant for any thing but a lover."
Max turned full upon his laughing cousin, and smiled
satirically.
" You were quite as indignant as myself!" he said, with
a meaning look. Caroline blushed to the roots of her
hair.
" Come, dear cousin Carry," said Max, " don't let us
quarrel ; I never mean to hurt any one's feelings."
The young girl pouted, and replied :
"My feelings are not hurt."
u Then let us strain a point, and turn the ice into a
bridge ;" said Max, as they darted at full speed on the
smooth surface, " a cousinly kiss to make friends !"
The frozen stream was crossed, and they fled onward
like the wind.
IN THE SECOND SLEIGH : OR PROPERLY THE FIRST.
" MR. EMBERTON !" exclaimed Alice, indignantly, " yon
nad no right to kiss me ! and I request as a favor, sir,
that you will not repeat the offense !"
Mr. Emberton looked surprised.
" Offense ?" he said.
" Yes, sir ! It was an offense !"
" You astonish me, Miss Alice upon my word you do."
" If other young ladies permit gentlemen to take such
liberties," replied the young girl, in an offended tone, " I,
at least do not, sir."
" I was not aware that I had been guilty of taking
liberties, Miss Alice," said Mr. Robert Emberton, tran
quilly. " 1 looked upon the thing as a matter of course ;
quite mathematical ! and I reduce the thing to an algr-
braic equation thus a sleigh ride plus a young lady and
a bridge, equal to one kiss ; or more scientifically stated,
x + y = z."
But seeing that these bantering words were very far
from removing the young girl's ill-humor:
" Seriously speaking, Miss Alice," continued the young
man, " I do not think my conduct dreadful word that,
always means mischief has been so outrageous. Things
are proper or improper as they are regarded in the light
of abstract propriety, or conventional propriety. Now I
maintain that convention mighty and terrible force as
the philosophers say absolves me for my conduct; yes,
I repeat that terrible word ; absolves me from any blame.
And why ?
4 The why is plain as way to Parish Church.'
LEATHER AND SILK. 349
as Jacques! says ; excuse me, I don't often quote Shaka
peare it bores me."
" Mr. Emberton, you make every thing ridiculous."
" Ridiculous ? every thing is ridiculous ! Ridiculous ?
It is the essence of life the staple of our being ridicu
lousness folly. I am exceedingly ridiculous myself,
Miss Alice, confidentially speaking; don't mention it,
since I would say as much only to you. Bat let me
achieve by one bold stroke my pardon. I was about to
say that convention, among many other things, has
decided that a gentleman may, while waltzing, clasp a
lady in his arms with fraternal affection, although he may
be a perfect stranger to the said lady ; it has also quite
settled the propriety of kissing when bridges are crossed
in sleighs "
" It was not a bridge !" interrupted Alice, recovering
from her ill-humor somewhat.
" Not a bridge ! not a bridge which we crossed some
moments since ?" exclaimed Mr. Emberton, with well
counterfeited surprise.
" Certainly not, sir !"
" It certainly was !"
" Thank you for contradicting me, sir," said Alice.
" Contradicting you !"
" I said it was not a bridge you say it is ; pray is not
that a contradiction, sir ?"
"By no means."
"Why not?"
" Because the spirit of contradiction is wanting," replied
Mr. Emberton, with ready and nice philosophic discrim
ination. " If you say, * I think it is not a bridge,' and I
reply with all deference, ' I think, madam, it is an excel
lent one' the simple question arises, which of us is mis
taken. If you say, ' It is a bridge,' and I reply, ' It is
not,' then there is some opening for a charge of contradic
tion to be decided in due course by the duello. A bridge
346 LEATHEB AND SILK.
is a very good thing to fight on at Lodi, for instance
But I see I am boring you, and I begin to feel the approach
of the foe myseV, evoked, which is worse, by myself. I
will therefore state that there formerly was a bridge at
the point we crossed, and that bridge is no doubt now
beneath the current. I believe you are not doing me thr
honor of listening very attentively to my profound philo
sophical remarks, Miss Alice," continued Mr. Emberton,
with great equanimity ; " what are you looking at?'*
" The mountains ; they are very beautiful. Are the}
not?"
" Oh, charming," replied Mr. Robert Emberton, wel!
content that Alice had regained her good-humor, " not
equal to Mont Blanc, however, I imagine."
" No, I suppose not ; Max could tell us."
It now became Mr. Emberton's turn for complaining.
" You are no doubt, somewhat disappointed at oui
arrangement to-day," he said, "are you not?"
" What arrangement, pray ?"
" Mr. Courtlandt with Miss Caroline, and yourself con
sequently bored by your humble servant ?"
" I am never bored, sir," said Alice, unconsciously
turning round to look at Caroline and her cousin.
" Which is as much as to say you are not bored on
this occasion, simply from the fact that the feeling is un
known to you, eh ?"
" No, sir."
"You are pleased with my society then?" asked Mr.
Emberton with logical deduction.
" Delighted, sir !" said Alice, smiling.
" Consider yourself profoundly saluted," said Mr. Em-
berton, inclining.
" And what do you say to my society ?" asked Alice,
laughing.
" It is charming, as it always is, my dear Miss Alice."
" You are sure you would not prefer Caroline's ?"
LEATHER AND SILtf. 347
"Oh, perfectly sure !"
" Caroline with her vivacity and delightful flow of
spirits "
" I like you best!"
" And s much prettier than I am," said Alice, looking
wistfully back.
"Who could imagine such a thing?"
" Then," said Alice, " you can not complain of the ' ar
rangement ?' "
"No, no; but you can. There is that elegant young
traveled gentleman, Mr. Courtlandt, whom you have
missed ; your cousin too cousins are so agreeable, you
know," said Mr. Emberton with some gloom. " He could
tell you, as you said, all about Mount Blanc and Italy."
" He does not talk much."
" He seems to be tolerably well engaged in conversa
tion now," muttered Mr. Emberton.
" He is fond of cousin Caroline," said Alice, in the
same tone.
" Yes ?" said Mr. Emberton, frowning like Bombastes
Furioso.
" And she of him," said Alice.
" No !" exclaimed Mr. Emberton.
" Indeed I am in earnest of course I mean Carry
thinks him agreeable."
" She thinks me very disagreeable."
" And Max thinks as much of me," said Alice, turning
away her head.
Mr. Emberton suddenly remembered himself, and again
assumed his languid petit maitre manner.
" Likes and dislikes are a great bore," he yawned.
" The only good thing in life is a fast horse ; you do feel
then as if you had blood in your veins. A spanker, eh ?"
continued Mr. Emberton, languidly pcinting to his flying
animal.
" Oh, certainly," said Alice.
CHAPTER XXI
BUYING CHRISTMAS-GIFTS.
THE North Mountain was passed that giant reposing
at full length upon the margin of the pretty stream,
murmuring over such beautiful mossy rocks in its pil
grimage to the Potomac a huge bulk unmoved by wars
or rumors of wars, unaffected by the changes in all hu
man things, indifferent equally to the snows of winter
falling on his brow, and summer sunlight flooding with
its joyful radiance all his supine length ever silent and
uncomp.aining, ever patiently biding his time, through
pieasant days when birds sing merrily in the blue mid
air above, through winter nights when the chill wind
sighs through the evergreens, bowing their lofty heads in
wonder at its tidings of far distant lands !
A moment's pause on the high-raised summit, to gaze
upon the wide Lowland, wrapped in its bridal garment
and flashing in the sunlight, and the sleighs sped on.
They passed down the steep road carefully, fled by the
old Tuscarora meeting-house, whose walls, could they
!<peak, might relate to the present generation many won
drous narratives of the olden time, and so with merrily
tinkling bells, ran like bright dragon flies, stripped of
their obscuring mail and darting like light-flashes through
the sunlight, into the bustling town.
Christmas, was coming in Martinsburg also. At the
rumor of Saint Nicholas's expected arrival not by the
cars, however, be it understood the wrole town had
come forth to look for him ; as when a great man is ex
pected daily, the whole oommr.ir.ty are abroad to wel
3ome him.
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The stores were decked out in their gayest stuffs ; in
every window silks and velvets, and tempting jewelry, for
Christmas presents, caught the eye ; and every street was
full of joyful wayfarers holiday-looking young gentle
men and gayly dressed ladies, and rejoicing children
going the rounds to look at the myriad of pretty things and
purchase their presents for the coming Christmas night.
Conspicuous among these handsomely decorated stores
was that of our old acquaintance, Mr. Barlow ; that Mr.
Barlow who had promised faithfully on no account to sell
the Romeo coat to any one but Max, in the old times,
merry and long ago. He was still the obliging and
worthy gentleman he had proved himself on that occa
sion ; full of very cheerful smiles, and ready to unroll for
all who entered his broad door, his various attractive
cloths and silks and velvets.
The young girls stopped first before his door ; and the
gallantry of their cavaliers was quite obscured by that of
Mr. Barlow, who assisted them to the broad, well-matted
door step with profound and most engaging courtesy.
" Grood-morning, Mr. Barlow," cried Caroline, " how
many pretty things you have ! Please show me that velvet."
Mr. Barlow unrolled it.
The velvet was such as Caroline wanted, and she pur
chased enough for her Christmas gift to her mother; then
a large bundle of warm worsted for comforts ; these were
intended for her father and grandfather.
" Velvet ? What is that for, my dear Miss Caroline ?"
asked Mr. Robert Emberton, languidly.
" For a present, sir," said Caroline.
" Ah, yes ! really now that did not occur to me. And
that thread ?"
" What thread ?"
"In your hand."
" It is not thread ; it is worsted."
" Worsted really ! and what do you purpose making
f that worsted ?"
350 I.EATHKR ANT SII.K.
" Making use of it," said Caroline.
" No !" said Mr. Emberton.
" Now, Mr. Barlow," continued Caroline, " please
me some pearl-colored cloth, very fine but thick and
warm."
Mr. Barlow took down a roll.
Caroline bent over and whispered to him mqvvringly.
. " Oh, yes ; quite enough," said Mr. Barlow, smiling wit'n
a look of perfect intelligence, " will you have that much?"
" If you please."
"How much?" said Mr. Emberton, turning round,
"and what is it?"
" It is cloth pearl-colored you may see for yourself,"
said Caroline, indifferently.
"And what is it for, pray," continued Mr. Emberton,
yawning, " presents or use ?"
" Both, sir," said Caroline.
" For whom ?"
" That is my secret."
" A gentleman ?"
"Yes a gentleman," said Caroline, laughing and
blushing slightly.
Mr. Emberton's manner lost a little of its languor, and
he glanced quickly at Max. That gentleman had on,
under his surtout, a complete suit of pearl colored cloth,
whose color matched precisely that which had just been
purchased by Caroline. His hat alone was black, and it
was perfectly plain to Mr. Emberton that the cloth now
selected by his cousin was to be made into a cap to suit
the rest. This view was farther confirmed by the pur
chase on Caroline's part of ribbons, pearl buttons, etc., elo.
such as were needed for the purpose.
Mr. Emberton became jealous and gloomy, and from time
to time cast ill-humored glances at both Max and Caroline.
Let us now see how Alice had got on with her pur
chases at the other end of the counter, where a polite
hopman overwhelmed and confounded by her soft voi(>e
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and the tender beauty of her little face outdid himself
in the rapidity with which he complied with her demands
Alice commenced as Caroline had done, by purchasing
with the greater part of her money those things which
were destined to form presents for her mother, father, and
grandfather. These she selected with great care, and had
wrapped up in a separate bundle.
"Grandfather will be pleased I know, cousin Max,'
said the young girl, " with what I have for him thL time
Now I must not neglect my other friends."
Max, looking tenderly but anxiously at his cousin,
made no reply.
Alice said something to the shopman in a low tone which
Max did not catch ; and the overwhelmed and confounded
knight of the yard-stick the most gallant and disinter
ested of men hurried to obey. He took down a roll of silk.
" Yes, that is very pretty."
" Here is the price, Miss it is not dear, Miss "
No not at all."
" But we can sell it to you cheaper you are our regu
lar customers, Miss."
" Thank you, sir ; please cut me off enough for the
pattern."
" What is that, cousin Alice ?" asked Max, taking up
the handsome piece of stuff.
" Silk," said Alice, smiling.
" I know it is silk ; but what for? A present?"
" Yes a present," said Alice, blushing like a rose.
" For whom, may I ask."
" Yes ; you may ask ! though that answer is far more
.ike sister, who is so merry, than myself you know I am
so quiet," replied Alice, with a sparkle of her soft merry eye;.
The polite shopman heaved a deep sigh he was a cap
tive forever.
*' You mean I may ask, but that you will not tell m<,*'
eaid Max.
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" Yes ; I can not tell you," said Alice.
" At least you can tell me what is to lie made of this
nandsome silk."
" No, indeed I can not."
" Why ?"
"That would be half of the joke, you knoWj" replied
Alice, her lovely face lit up radiantly.
The poor knight of the stick put his hand upon his
heart, where, at that moment, a heavy load seemed to rest.
" I'm afraid it's no joke to me," said Max, laughing.
" But give me some guesses, as the children say."
" No, I can not."
" Not for a dress ?"
" I can not answer."
" What -is it for do tell me."
" You quoted the children just now," Alice said, laugh
ing too, " well, 1 will answer as the children do it ia
for laroes to catch meddlers, cousin Max."
" Oh, how unfriendly you are, cousin."
" Unfriendly ?" said the young girl, softly.
"Yes; you will not tell me; let me think !"
Max glanced round, and his eyes fell on Mr. Emberton.
That gentleman was clad in black plain and elegant,
though rather dandified the only exception being his
waistcoat, which was a bright scarlet, in the latest mode.
" Yoursilkis for a waistcoat, cousin Alice,"said Max. In-
merriment suddenly changing to mortification and gloom.
Alice blushed and looked furtively at her cousin ; and
without thinking, said :
" How could you guess ?"
" It is for a waistcoat, then ?" asked Max, in a morti
fied tone.
" Yes, cousin Max," said Alice, in a low voice.
Max gently bowed his head, tnaking no reply ; then he
turned away without heeding the hurt and embarn
expression on Alice's lovely face, for she had with those
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jealous eyes of hers, noted his mortified tone and sadden
gloom. Nothing could be more lovely than the young
girl's face at the moment.
The knight before mentioned heaved a sigh so piteous
and profound, that " it did seem to shatter all his bulk."
He was afterward heard to declare, that he would win
that young lady for his bride, or perish in the attempt.
The whole party left Mr. Barlow's and oiice more en
tered their sleighs Mr. Robert Emberton and Max ex
changing moody glances, Alice and Caroline scarce know
ing what to think.
A ride of a hundred yards brought them to the jeweler's.
The jeweler's was not less brilliantly decked out than
Mr. Barlow's ; or rather it as much exceeded in splendor
that more useful establishment, as rich gold and silver
vessels, and rings, and breastpins, and bracelets exceed
the brightest silks, and the most richly woven cloths.
The shopman here seemed to be not less gallant than
that unfortunate knight at Mr. Barlow's. He had the
eyes of Argus and the hands of Briareus ; but to set off
these attractions, he was as huge as the giant Enceladus,
and as ugly as Iras, the poorest of the Greeks. He had
long ago cast his eyes on Alice, that bright saint so far
above him ; not matrimonially ; he never dreamed of that;
but with the despairing adoration of a Chaldean priest,
pouring forth his love and worship for some bright par
ticular star glittering in the far golden Orient.
But it will not be necessary for the purposes of our
tale, to dwell upon the private feelings of this gentleman.
We will, however, add, before dismissing him and his
passion, that the mysterious affair which soon after con
vulsed the borough with curiosity and dr.eadfulest sus
pense, was owing to the fact that he and the knight at
Mr. Barlow's had come to a mutual knowledge of each
other's feelings. A bloody duel was anticipated, and
tvery number of the " Martinsburg Gazette" was care-
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fully scanned by the breathless community the editoi
of that paper having acquired a high reputation for skill
in getting at the " latest news" of every description. Tho
whole atlair, however, was finally endod by a " corre
spondence" in that paper in which the friends of the two
parties, over their signatures, " were gratified to inform
the public that the misunderstanding, etc., etc., had oeen
amicably arranged in a manner satisfactory to both gen
tlemen" after which the subject was dismissed, and no
longer afforded a topic for tea-table gossip.
But we digress ; the young gentlemen and their
fair companions made their purchases duly the ladiea
not looking at the gentlemen, the gentlemen not looking
at the ladies. But the unfortunate comedy, of which we
have carefully traced a number of scenes, had not yet run
its full complement of nights, or rather days.
Max bought an elegant bracelet.
" It is for sister ;" said Alice to herself, " she has one
on her arm which just matches it."
And Alice looked very low-spirited .
Mr. Emberton purchased a very pretty pair of ear-rings.
" They are for Alice ;" said Caroline to herself, with a
most engaging pout, " I know they are ; she said the
other day, and he heard her, that she was about to bore
her ears. Mr. Emberton might have accomplished that
painful object without buying ear-rings for her."
And Caroline sighed.
Then, the jewels being carefully wrapped in their snowy
cotton wrappings and put away securely in their small
boxes, the party once more commenced their rounds.
Early in the afternoon their purchases were completed,
and with the merry jingle of those never-quiet bells the
sleighs fled back toward the mountains.
This time Max and Caroline were in advance
CHAPTER XXII
THE UPSET,
THEY approached the steep side of the North Mountain,
whose ten thousand stalwart pines bent down beneath
the heavy snow-burden resting on their branches ; and
commenced the ascent, lost in admiration of the scene, so
still, so desolate, but so replete with beauty.
The top of the mountain was reached, and behind them
the entire valley from east to west from the Blue Ridge
to the spot which they had now reached was visible.
They gazed for a moment on the snow-clad Lowlands
followed pensively the light curling wreaths of smoke
with admiring eyes ; then with the ever-merry tinkling
of the bells went rapidly down the western slope toward
the Third Hill Mountain and the little valley it embraced
in its shaggy snow-clad arms.
" It is near sunset," said Alice, "and we have some way
to go yet, Mr. Emberton. How much time we have lost."
" I can but felicitate myself."
" For what reason ?"
" I have had so much more of your society," said Mr.
Emberton tranquilly, in a matter-of-course tone.
* You seem in a complimentary humor."
" I am, my dear Miss Alice," replied Mr. Emberton,
yawning, " the fact is, I am this evening in quite excel
lent spirits ; are not you ?"
" Not unusually," replied Alice.
"Are you uncomfortable? I am afraid you are not
wrapped up as well as Miss Caroline, who has for her
cavalier a much more elegant man than myself."
" Which means," replied Alice, " that I am expected
to say that such is not the fact."
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"No, no, my dear Miss Alice; these little convention
alities may suit ordinary young gentlemen very well ; jut
not me. I am indifferent wholly to all that. In fact I'm
exhausted ; I would say blast, but for the undeserved
contempt into which that expressive word has fallen. No,
no on my honor, I had no intention of fishing for a com-
pliment. I meant simply to say, that considering riding
out a bore except with a few of my lady friends, ai>'l
consequently being somewhat unused to it, I had proba
bly neglected to wrap you up securely from the cold."
" I am plenty warm, thank you except my hands,
which I have in the hurry unaccountably neglected. They
are cold ; but I will get my gloves out of my reticule."
In performing this manoeuvre, Ali'ce also drew from the
reticule with the gloves, a piece of paper, which fell open
upon the bear-skin before Mr. Emberton's eyes. This
paper contained some verses, and what was more un
usual a rose bud had been wrapped in it.
"Poetry, by Jove!" said Mr. Emberton. "Excuse me,
Miss Alice, that shocking expression will escape me in
spite of my most careful attention. But who wrote these
verses pardon me for having already unconsciously read
a portion of the first."
Alice looked annoyed ; then indifferent
" They were written by cousin Max," she said, " and
I have no objection to your seeing them, as you have
already read a part."
" It was unconscious, I assure you."
" Unconscious indeed !"
"Purely," said Mr. Emberton, taking the paper and
reading the verses with a languid expression:
" ' The sunset died
In regal pomp and pride'
purely unconscious, I assure you, Miss Alice, and did
you know my utter indifference to poetry in general, you
would at onoe admit my excuse. My eyes fell upon the
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page without any intention on my part 01 reading what
was thereon written. MS. is such a bore."
Alice had already restored the rose bud to her reticule
feeling some dread of Mr. Emberton's bantering. Thai
gentleman, however, either had not seen it, or did noi
think it worth his while to take notice of the faofc.
He continued reading" the verses :
" ' The sunset died
In regal pomp and pride ;
I should have died
Before I left my mountain side.'
pretty, but the accent is not indicated by italicizing the
'I;' you will observe the author's meaning is, that he,
like the sunset, should have shuffled off this mortal coil
before leaving the mountain side !"
"You are very critical."
"By no means. I am in an excellent humor which
is very natural, since our sleigh is making good time.
Rapid motion always invigorates me except the waltz,
which is an awful bore dreadful."
" We are going very rapidly."
" Yes, Miss Alice ; and the bells ; nice music, eh?"
" I Ifke it very much."
" Then Selim knows his points ; a spanker, is he not?"
" I don't know what you mean by a * spanker,' " said
Alice, tranquilly, " but he is well broken to the harness."
" You are fond of sleighing, Miss Alice?"
"Exceedingly."
" Yes ?"
And after this compendious monosyllable, Mr. Ember-
ton fixing his reins securely in one hand, betook himself
again to reading Max's verses.
He had just reached. the lines,
*' The trees were dyed
In evening's crimson tide,
Rolled far and wide
Along the merry mountain id"
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when an exclamation of affright from Alice made him
drop the paper, and grasp suddenly the loose rein he had
allowed to slack too much.
The cause of the young girl's exclamation was apparent.
Max and Caroline in passing over the ice, now rendered
unsafe by the gradual thawing it had throughout the day
been subjected to, had almost broken through the bend
ing crust, near the very centre of the stream. They were
.now plainly visible on a little knoll beyond, making signs
to the second sleigh not to cross at the same spot.
It was too late. Mr. Emberton's horse thundered down
the bank and rushed upon the smooth surface. The con
sequence was that the animal's forelegs broke through
the ice, and the sleigh was in a moment nearly submerged.
Max whirled his horse round and hurried back to the res
cue cf the party, just as Mr. Emberton, by a violent blow
of his whip, forced his horse, the sleigh, and all through
the icy water, and the broken ice, to the bank.
Caroline received the trembling Alice in her arms, turn
ing pale at her sister's narrow escape. Had the water
been deeper, a most serious accident might have been tho
consequence.
" Oh, Alice !" cried Caroline, wiping her eyes.
" I'm not hurt, sister," rejoined Alice, recovering her
lost color.
"Are you sure?"
" Yes."
" And you, Mr. Emberton?" said Caroline, turninground
suddenly to that gentleman, who was almost covered with
ice.
" Thank you," said Mr. Emberton, " perfectly sound
arrived safe. My luck was always execrable, you know."
" We made signs, sir," said Max, austerely, " you
might have seen them."
" I did not, sir."
" You might have seriously injured Miss Courtlandt, sir.'
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Mr. Emberton's eye flashed at the haughty tone of the
young man's voice.
"Miss Courtlandt was under my charge, sir," h". re
plied, endeavoring to assume his habitual coolness.
" I beg that you will have more care when such shall
be the case in future, sir," said Max, indignant at Mr.
Emberton's coolness and indifference.
Mr. Emberton, by a powerful effort, suppressed the
angry reply which rose to his lips, and said satirically :
" You are I suppose, Miss Alice's knight as well as
Miss Caroline's, and I have no right to quarrel with you.
But I would respectfully suggest that you were oartly
the occasion of our accident."
" I, sir !"
" Certainly: but for being busily engaged reading some
agreeable verses of yours, I should doubtless have seen
the signs which were used, it seems, in such profusion to
warn me."
Alice blushed, and looked at Max timidly.
" I do not understand you, sir," said the young man,
coldly.
" He was reading your verses, * The Mountain-side,'
cousin Max," said Alice, softly, " they happened to"
"Is it possible you allowed them to be made a laugh
ing stock in your presence, cousin Alice," said Max, in a
tone of profound mortification, "and by Mr. Emberton?
Cousin Alice !"
Alice opened her lips to refute this charge on the young
man's part; but Mr. Emberton interrupted her.
" A laughing stock, sir ?" he said, " by no means ! I
was admiring the said verses, and really was not bored
more than I am usually by poetry ; I think I may ven
ture to say even less than usual. I particularly admired
one of the stanzas which I chanced to read just as I went
beneath the ice devilish cold day for a bath; excuse me
adies ! I was reading your verses rery attentively when
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aur accident happened, and to prove to you that th.,y
made a deep impression on me, I will repeat the lines in
question. They were
' The trees were dyed
In evening's crimson tide,
Rolled far and wide
Along the merry mountain ride !'
Fine verses, expressive verses : very expressive ! For
you will observe that not only the sunset but Miss Alice
and myself were very nearly :
4 Rolled far and wide
Along the merry mountain ride.'
And that reminds me that my arm hurts like thunder ;
really ladies I shall never break myself of this dreadful
habit. Pardon, pardon !"
Mr. Emberton having achieved this explanation, which
served the double purpose of affording him a safety valve
for his satirical humor, and of turning the whole affair
into a jest, carefully wrapped his companion's feet in the
warm bear-skin, and touching his panting and foaming
animal with the whip, again set forward toward the Par
sonage beyond the mountain.
They arrived without further accident, just as the last
light of sunset fading away like a rosy blush before the
approach of night, waned slowly from the western sky ;
and to Mr. Emberton's great satisfaction and delight, the
young ladies made quite a jest of the accident. In truth
Alice had scarcely received a wetting, wrapped as she
had been in her thick bear-skin ; Mr. Emberton, on th<s
contrary, had had his arm badly Iruised by the concussion
with the ice.
They took leave of the famil) now both the young
men and Max was about to get into his sleigh wheu he
felt a finger on his shoulder.
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE RIVALS.
THE young man turned quickly and found the eyes of
Mr. Robert Emberton fixed upon him. Mr. Emberton's
countenance had entirely lost its habitual languor, and
was characterized by an unmistakable bad humor.
" You spoke to me very roughly a little while ago, sir,"
he said, " and in a manner not at all to my taste. Gentle
men are not in the habit of using such language toward
each other here, whatever may be the case elsewhere."
Max drew himself up haughtily.
" I had the right to say what I did, sir," he replied,
" and if any thing I think I was forbearing very for
bearing."
" I do not agree with you, sir."
These words were uttered in a tone so cold and so full
of insult that the young man's face flushed.
"Mr. Emberton!" he said advancing a step toward his
adversary.
"Well, sir!"
" What do you purpose, will you be good enough to in
form me?"
" Yes, sir ; I will."
" You touched my shoulder I believe, as I was getting
into my sleigh," said Max, haughtily.
" J did, sir," replied Mr. Emberton, "and my purpose
was to say to you that your demeanor to me to-day hat
been such as I shall not pardon."
Max's eye flashed ;
" Aa you please, sir !" he said.
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Mr. Emberton looked at his adversary with i scorn
ful curl of his proud lip ; and after a moment's silence
Baid :
" I could pardon your incessant attempts to render my
visits here disagreeable, sir I could pardon these at
tempts on your part if "
" What do you mean, sir I confess I am at loss to
comprehend you," replied Max, coldly.
"Attempts," continued Mr. Emberton with gveat bitter
ness in his tone, " in which I confess you have been at
times very successful. To-day for instance."
" I do not understand you, sir."
" I will not explain my meaning then, sir. If the lady
threw no obstacle in the way and permit me to say that
I do not imagine any such state of things to exist, after
the mortifying experience I have had of my standing with
her this day in town yonder if the lady threw no ob
stacles in your path when your purpose in coming hither
was to render my presence ridiculous, then I have no
reason to complain of her ; so much the worse for me.
That is not my cause of quarrel with you, sir : my reason
for stopping you just now was to say to you, that this
day you have openly insulted a gentleman who has never
stood in your path, though you have frequently stood in
his own, and to assure you further that he has no inten
tion of pardoning that insult!"
These words were uttered with great bitterness; Mr.
Emberton was plainly thinking of Caroline's preference
in Martinsburg, of his rival over himself.
Max caught at the last words uttered by his adversary,
and replied with equal bitternes :
" A gentleman who has never stood in my path !"
" Never, sir."
" I know not whether this is irony or not, sir ; but if
not irony it certainly resembles it. You make yourself
out a veritable saint, sir the Chevalier without reproach.
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You have not laughed to-day at my cousin's preference cf
yourself to me in Martinsburg by no means!" said ths
young man, bitterly, " you have not made merry with my
verses, turning the expression of my grief at leaving my
native land into a jest not at all ! By heaven ! Mr.
Emberton, you shall repent what you have said this day
before you are an hour older !"
Max overcome with rage, advanced two steps toward
his adversary, looking at him with burning and flashing
eyes.
Mr. Emberton by a powerful effort controlled himself.
" I did not laugh at your verses, sir," he replied, " they
were wholly indifferent to me wholly. I remember no
thing of them ; but I do remember your language to me."
Max suppressed his anger, and said with as much cold
ness as he could command :
" I have nothing to retract, sir."
" You have insulted me, sir !" said Mr. Emberton, again
giving way to one of his pale rages.
" I have nothing to explain, sir."
"I do not ask you to explain, sir," said Mr. Emberton,
" there are things which you could not undo by an expla
nation ; and I don't care to tell you, sir, that but for
those things, I should have passed over this insulting lan
guage to-day."
" You seem fond of riddles, sir," said Max,
" I am not deceived by your pretense of not understand
ing me."
"My pretense, sir!"
" Your pretense yes, a thousand times your pretense !
You not only make me ridiculous, but you pretend not to
know it."
"Ridiculous, sir? your riddles are deeper and deeper."
Mr. Emberton dug his nails into the palms of his hands j
as for Max he had nearly bitten through his upper lip.
The forms of the young girls were already seen flitting
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oy the window toward the door, to ascertain the cause of
the delay of their cavaliers, in taking their departure.
Mr. Emberton advanced close to Max.
" There is one word which I will make plain to you,
air," he said, " there shall be uo riddle in it, I promise
you."
Max replied haughtily :
" Very well, sir."
" I will commission a friend to say it to you," said Mr.
Emberton, "you might not understand me and my rid
dles !"
After these bitter words, Mr. Emberton made Max a
low bow, which was returned as ceremoniously, and both
got into their sleighs just as Caroline and Alice appeared
at the door. Mr. Emberton saluted them with some con
straint but a tolerable imitation of his usual sweetness, and
drove off in the direction of the Glades.
Max took his way to the Lock, overwhelmed with bit
ter thought. Alice was lost to him ! that day's events
nad proved it ! How fond and foolish he had been to
dream of her ! And then came the thought of Mr. Robert
Emberton in connection with Alice both laughing at hia
verses Max ground his teeth.
CHAPTER XXIV.
MONSIEUR PANTOUFLE'S "OLD INSTINCT.'
ON the morning after the scenes we have just related,
Doctor Courtlandt was sitting in the breakfast-room before
breakfast, perusing a letter which had just been brought
to him from the post-office, when Monsieur Pantoufle mado
his appearance, shaking from his slippers and shoe-buckles,
the snow which those ornamental rather than useful ar
ticles of dress had gathered, in their passage from the
owner's horse to the mansion.
At Monsieur Pantoufle's entrance, Doctor Courtlandt
felt an undefmable sensation, such as men usually expe
rience when persons come to pay something more than a
mere friendly or formal visit. This may perhaps be ex
plained on the ground of the Doctor's almost instinctive
comprehension of every thing which in the remotest degree
related to his son. Max had returned on the previous
evening gloomy and silent, and had retired earlier than
was his wont, overcome it seemed by some afflicting emo
tion. Doctor Courtlandt had taxed his brain to account
for this gloom of the young man's ; had run over in his
mind the events of the day before Max's visit, his meet
ing with Mr. Robert Emberton, for the sleigh ride had
been arranged some days before, and he knew Mr. Ember
ton was to be of the party, his delight on setting out in
the morning, his gloom on returning at night. The Doc
tor had been completely puzzled ; but now a sudden light
seemed to flash upon him ; the very moment Monsieur
Pantoufle, after making his customary bow, asked in a
ceremonious tone for Max, he began to understand
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" He has not oome down," said the Doctor, " take a
Beat, Monsieur Paiftoufle."
" I thank you, Monsieur," replied Monsieur Pantoufle,
politely.
" Do you wish especially to see my son, Monsisur Pan
toufle ?" asked the Doctor.
" Particularly."
" Will I not answer your purpose ?"
" I have much sorrow in saying no, Monsieur."
" And why ?"
" 'Tis a private matter."
The Doctor rose and approached the music-master.
" I see a note there in your waistcoat pocket, Monsieur
Pantoufle," he said, " pray is that for Max ? I know it is."
Monsieur Pantoufle looked somewhat confused.
" You say rightly," he replied.
" What does it mean ?"
" I feel not at liberty to indicate, Monsieur Max."
The Doctor frowned.
" I represent my son, Monsieur Pantoufle," he said,
" speak !"
" Impossible !" said the music-master, with a deprecat
ing wave of his hand, "impossible, Monsieur!"
" Monsieur Pantoufle, that is a challenge !" cried the
Doctor, suddenly.
The dancing-master shrugged his shoulders, taking out
the note.
" You have reason, sir," he said smiling, and handing
it to the Doctor, "since you have guess it, why there
result no harm in giving it to you."
" A challenge from whom, oray, in God's name !" cried
the Doctor, much moved anil grasping the note tightly.
" From young Monsieur Emberton."
"Robert Emberton!"
" Himself, Monsieur," said Monsieur Pantoufle, lacon
ically.
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The Doctor looked at the music-master angrily.
" And you are his second ?"
" I have that honor."
"Permit me to say, Monsieur Pantoufle," the Doctor
replied, with a scornful curl of the lip, "that it is ni
honor !"
" You speak harsh words, Monsieur Max."
" Not at all, sir. I have no intention of exposing my
self to a similar compliment from you, Monsieur Pantou
fle you are so excellent a hand at the short sword."
But seeing on Monsieur Pantoufle's wan old face a hurt
expression at these sneering words, the Doctor added :
"I do not wish to wound your feelings, sir, but you
must permit me to say, that I think you are too old a
man to lend yourself thus to the silly freaks of a hot
headed youth. In Heaven's name, why should Mr. Robert
Emberton take it into his head to send a defiance to my
son of all the persons in the world I"
" He says that insult pass."
" Folly !"
" He must have satisfaction, he says," continued Mon
sieur Pantoufle, shrugging his shoulders.
" Satisfaction !" repeated the Doctor, "it really is aston
ishing how hot these foolish heads of young men continue
to be. A defiance, by heaven, to the son of one who will
soon but that is not your affair, nor Mr. Robert Ember
ton's."
" Eh ?" said Monsieur Pantoufle, interrogatively.
" Nothing," said the Doctor, stiffly, " let us come back
to your message. You are Mr. Emberton's second."
" As I was yours, Monsieur Max," said Monsieur Pan
toufle, with a sly laugh.
" Do not bring up the follies of my youth as an apology
for those of other persons, Monsieur," said the Doctor. "If
I waa foolish enough to challenge Mr. Lyttelton and his
frjend, or his enemy, it is no excuse for you."
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" You hurt me, Monsieur Max," said the old man, feel
ingly.
" I have no such intention, my old friend. But this
duel I tell you, Monsieur Pantoufle, can never take, place.
You will go back nevertheless, and tell Mr. Emberton
that your message was delivered the rest is my affair."
" Willingly, Monsieur Max," replied the old man, " 1
meddle in this affaire against my wishes ; but the old
instinct, the old instinct, you know, Monsieur Max !"
And shaking his head, the old man slowly took his de
parture, alleging that he had already breakfasted.
The Doctor remained alone looking at the note. Max
entered ten minutes after Monsieur Pantoufle's departure ;
bin father had already formed his resolution.
CHAPTER XXV.
8TRATEG7 : AND A WARLIKE PROCLAMATION.
MAX was still gloomy and taciturn his heart lacerated,
his eyes red and heavy with want of sleep. He had been
revolving all through the long wretched hours of the
weary night the events of the day before ; and he could
come to but one conclusion, to but one opinion of his
cousin's feelings. She had openly preferred Mr. Ember
ton in purchasing her presents she had manifested
throughout the day her satisfaction at being thrown with
that gentleman instead of with himself, she had consum
mated her mortifying neglect and indifference toward
himself by something worse than all. She had made
those sincere and tearful verses he had given her, a jest,
a subject for merriment and laughter, and with whom ?
That bitterly detested rival ! The young man felt his
heart becoming sour and acrid, and the change forbode
no good to that rival, so successful.
Doctor Courtlandt slipped the note brought by Monsieur
Pantoufle into his pocket, and said with a smile to his
eon :
" Grood-morning, Max ! how goes it to-day."
" I feel dull, sir."
" Come, come ! cheer up. If you look so badly 1 shall
never be willing to trust you with the commission I am
about to."
" What is that, sir ?" said the young man, gloomily.
" See this letter."
Max took it. It bore the New York post mark, and
was directed in a large commercial hand.
' Your books, sir ?"
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" Yes, they have arrived, and I am very anxious to get
them on."
Max made no reply
" I am afraid to trust them to the cars without soma
one to take care of them," continued Doctor Courtlandt.
" Some one, sir ?" repeated Max.
" And I can not go myself," finished the Doctor.
Max raised his heavy eyes to his father and said gloom-
fly:
" You must excuse me, sir ; I really can not go. I
am kept here."
Doctor Courtlandt looked hurt, and was silent.
" I mean, my dear father," Max said, tremulously,
" that I am not fit for the commission besides I really
am kept here."
The Doctor was silent still.
There was nothing so fearful to the young, man in the
whole universe as his father's displeasure. And for the
very simple reason that this displeasure was never mani
fested harshly, in word or tone, did Max on this occasion
feel an instinctive dread of that obstinate silence with
which the Doctor had met his excuses.
" Could no one else go, sir ?" asked he, in a low tone.
"I do not wish you to do what is distasteful to you,
my son," said the Doctor, turning away.
" Distasteful ! oh, sir, I would cut off my hand if you
wished me to. Could you doubt it !"
" I do not ask so much."
" Father"
" Enough, my son if you do not wish to go to New
York"
"I will go," murmured Max, "I did not mean to re
fuse to go, sir."
" That is my brave boy," said the Doctor, cheerfully,
" why the trip will do you good. You are looking a little
pale, and this renders the haste I am in to get my valu-
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able library, and the consequent hurry you must be in.
somewhat disagreeable."
" Are you in haste, sir ?"
"To receive them? Yes. They may be damage!
lying in the Custom-house."
"Command me, sir."
" "Well then I command you," replied the Doctor with
his fond smile, and looking with his large tender eyes so
lull of majesty and profound affection, at his son, " ]
command you to go and pack up your valise to take the
afternoon train "
" To-day, sir !"
"Have you not time to reach Martinsburg? It is
scarcely nine o'clock."
Max saw from his father's tone that any further oppo
sition would be distasteful to him, and with a sound be
tween a sigh and a moan, he replied :
" Well, sir I will go to-day then. I ask only a few
moments to write a line which I will trouble you to have
delivered to-day."
" Certainly certainly," said Doctor Courtlandt, " go
at once and write."
Max went to his chamber and sat down at his writing
desk. That " line" was to be written for the eyes of Mr.
Robert Emberton. After a moment's reflection, during
which his face assumed an expression of coldness and
gloom which would have much afflicted Doctor Court-
.andt had he seen it, the young man wrote as follows :
u SIR I write to say that I shall be unavoidably ab
sent from Virginia for a week or more. This explanation
of my sudden departure I am called upon to make after
what passed yesterday. There was no possibility of mis
taking your meaning on that occasion and I now make
you as ample amends for my departure as I am able to
do, by accepting your challenge in advance. Permit me
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to add that I disapprove of mortal combat on trifling
grounds, and do not on this occasion consent to the meet-
ing because any person whether a lady or not would
ridicule me in the event of my refusal. I believe I should
have enough of independence to meet the eyes of the
whole world and return them their scornful laugh, did I
choose to refuse an encounter of this description. No,
sir ; believe me, young as I am. I should never be moved
by such opinion, whether it were the scorn of men, or that
more dreadful thing the contemptuous pity of women.
1 meet you willingly because you have placed yourself in
my way, and because I hate you. There is an honest
word if it is not very Christian.
" I handle the sword well, and for that reason waive the
choice of weapons. The choice lies with yourself. But
all arrangements will necessarily await my return.
"I have the honor to be your obedient servant.
"M. COURTLANDT.
" Wednesday Morning, Dec. , 18 "
Having penned this warlike epistle, the young man
neatly folded it, and sealed it to omit nothing with
the old Courtlandt coat of arms, venerable relic of ante
diluvian Courtlandts, dead and gone many a day, after
doing many things of a description very similar, and
equally as unchristian as that just performed by their
descendant ; then directing it succinctly to " Mr. Robert
Emberton, at the Glades," he left it lying on his table ;
this done, he hastily packed up his traveling valise, took
it under his arm and went down to his father.
Breakfast was a mere cerMnony on the part of both
father and son; and, in an hour, Max was pur>uiii'_r his
way through the deep snow to Martin&burg, there to take
the cars for New York
CHAPTER XXVI
DOCTOR COURTLANDT AND MR. ROBERT EMBERTON.
MAX had no sooner departed, than Doctor Courtlandt
ordered his horse preferring that conveyance to the more
oomfortable sleigh and took his way toward the Grlades,
the note to Mr. Emberton in his pocket.
The Doctor's face betrayed much pain and anxiety.
That kind and affectionate heart was liable at all times
to be wounded through others, and now, when there was
imminent danger of a mortal encounter between the per
son he was going to visit, and that other person most dear
to him in the world that world from which had passed
successively so many who had been the light and joy of
his existence Doctor Courtlandt's heart was full of gloom
and anxiety, and his brow overshadowed.
He was welcomed ceremoniously though with some
embarrassment, by Mr. Robert Emberton, and so was
ushered into the drawing-room.
"My sister is not at home, sir," said Mr. Emberton,
striving to speak with his usual coolness and sang-froid,
but finding it excessively difficult to return calmly the
piercing glance of Doctor Courtlandt.
"Your sister?" said Doctor Courtlandt.
" Yes, sir ; she is to-day out on a visit. mention it
Because you generally call to see her rather than myself."
" That is true," said Doctor Courtlandt.
"I do not complain, sir," replied Mr. Robert Emberton,
uneasily.
The Doctor looked at the young man long and fixedly.
Mr. Emberton was much embarrassed by this acute look,
nd began to color.
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"Is my presence disagreeable?" asked the Doctor, in a
tone full of softness and courtesy.
" Disagreeable, sir ! how could you think it?"
" You seemed put out."
The young man blushed.
" I am out of sorts to-day, sir," he replied, " you must
excuse me."
" That is a polite speech ; and I only find fault with it
because it is not very sincere," replied Doctor Courtlanat.
"Not sincere, sir?"
"Not the whole truth, I mean."
The clear glance again flashed to Mr. Robert Emberton
and embarrassed him.
"I am really out of sorts, as I said," he replied.
" That is not the only cause for your absence of spirits
however you who are generally so gay."
"Well, no, sir; it is not," said Mr. Emberton, in a
formal tone.
" Therefore you did not tell the whole truth though
what you said was true. Mr. Emberton," said Doctor
Courtlandt, rising and speaking in a noble and courteous
tone, " I find myself playing at cross purposes with you
and I dislike cross purposes. I will therefore speak
more plainly, and say to you that I know of the hostile
message you have sent my son, and that I have been
much pained by it ; very much pained by it."
" It is not my fault, sir," Mr. Emberton replied, in a
sombre voice.
" Still you sent it ?"
" Mr. Courtlandt forced me to send it."
" Forced you ! he so gentle, so observant of all tho
courtesies of life?"
" I find no fault with his temper, sir, or his breeding
though I had a very disagreeable specimen of them yes
terday."
" Max insult you !"
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"Yes, sir ; an unmistakable insult."
" For what reason ?"
" An accident I was so unfortunate as to meet with
afforded him the occasion."
" On your ride ?"
" Yes, sir."
The Doctor looked much pained.
" And you would kill him, or force him to kill yon foi
a hasty word ?"
Mr. Emberton bent his head gloomily, making no reply
" Young man," said Doctor Courtlandt, " permit on*
who has passed through more vicissitudes than most men,
and thus lived more than men do usually in forty years
permit me to tell you that the man who rashly takes hu
man life, for a word, for a gesture, for a tone of the voice
too high or too low to suit him, that man corr> raits a most
criminal and unchristian act. Your blood is hot with
youth curb it ; your eyes fill with anger at the very
glance of enmity be calm! We live hoie but three
Hcore years and ten at best; is it worth 'Alrile to bicker,
and quarrel, and fight with your humsft brethren your
brother worms ?"
" For honor yes, sir !"
" Honor ! grand trumpet blast preluding all the wars
that have desolated the world ! Honor, young sir, is a
great and invaluable treasure the Christian gentleman
will guard it with his life. But this honor must be very
frail if it is endangered by an ill-humored word!"
" I might have passed by Mr. Courtlandt's harsh words,
sir," murmured the young man, gloomily, and applying
to his particular case the general principle of his inter
locutor, " but we are rivals ! There is the word. It has
torn my breast it is out !"
Doctor Courtlandt looked inexpressibly pained, tad
pressed his hand upon his breast
" Rivals !" he said -nou-nfully
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" Yes, sir , there is the cause of this thing which you
complain so of; not those trifling words he uttered."
"And you both love Alice ?"
"Alice, sir!" exclaimed Mr. Robert Emberton.
" Yes," said the Doctor.
"Alice !" repeated Mr. Emberton, springing toward the
Doctor, " does your son love Alice not Caroline ?''
The Doctor looked at the young man curiously.
" I think so," he said, " I never spy, under any circum
stances ; and I ask no confidences."
Mr. Emberton fell back gloomily, murmuring, " But
Caroline loves him."
" There seems to be a misunderstanding here," said the
Doctor, astonished, "and if you can not solve it, I can
not."
" Could it be "said Mr. Emberton, in profound thought
' What ?" asked Doctor Courtlandt.
"Could she all this time "
Who what ?" repeated the Doctor.
" Doctor Courtlandt," said Mr. Emberton, suddenly,
" if you will be courteous enough to excuse me, I will
take the liberty of leaving you for a short time. I trust
you will pardon this very discourteous act but I feel
that this moment is the turning point of my life. It makes
or mars me. There is my sister returning just in good
time, and Monsieur Pantoufle who accompanied her.
With your leave, sir, I shall expect to see you here on my
return."
" Your return ?" said the puzzled Doctor.
" Here is Josephine," said Mr. Emberton ; and scarcely
saying good-day to his sister, he left the hall, and ran to
the stable. He saddled his horse in a moment, mounted
and galloped at full speed toward the Parsonage.
In two hours Mr. Robert Emberton returned to the
Glades overwhelmed with joy almost ecstatic in his
delight. He burst into the room where the three persona
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he had left were assembled, and running to his sistei
saluted her with a hearty kiss.
" Do pray ! what is the matter, Robert," said Miss
Emberton, looking very pretty and good-humored.
" Behold one who will soon be a married man !" cried
Mr. Robert Emberton, "a reformed Benedick, a most
respectable individual of the married species, my dear
Miss Josephine ! You must excuse my extravagance,
Doctor," continued the young man turning to Doctor
Courtlandt, with some color, "but I am so completely
happy that my habitual spirits have been exaggerated
into boisterous hilarity. And in the first place please to
consider the foolish note I wrote to you know, sir con
sider it burned."
" What note to whom and what in the world does
all this mean ?" cried Miss Emberton, amazed.
Explanation upon all points ensued, but with these
explanations we will not trouble the reader ; simply
tracing the main events of the day.
Mr. Robert Emberton, first gaining Mrs. Courtlandt's
consent, had with the bluntness of despair come directly
to the point with Miss Caroline, and the result was
precisely what the reader has no doubt anticipated. The
cap was most assuredly for him, and Caroline for once
ost her wit and humor, and did not talk brilliantly at
all. But there is reason to suppose that her lover was
not in the least displeased with this circumstance, but
when she murmured, blushing radiantly, " My ear-rings!
my ear-rings !" liked her all the better for her charming
and novel confusion.
Doctor Courtlandt was sincerely pleased, and this satis
faction caused Mr. Robert Emberton very nearly to em
brace that gentleman. After those thousand exhausting
emotions the Doctor returned placidly home, thinking of
his son who was borne every moment further from him.
Was he to meet with such a happy issue too ?
CHAPTER XXVII.
ALICE.
IT was on a pleasant sunny morning toward Christmas
that Max, having performed his father's business in New
York, again returned to the Lock.
The young man was weary and exhausted, but more
weary in heart than body. That ever present thought
which he had carried away with him had paled his cheek,
and filled his large blue eyes with settled abiding gloom.
Never for an hour had the image of Alice left his heart
of Alice to whom he was now nothing of Alice forever
lost to him. He could have endured all the spites of for
tune he thought, had this one arrow not been buried in
his breast. He never knew how much he loved her until
he had lost her, he now felt ; never had his heart been so
overcome, so absorbed by gloomy and despairing thoughts.
The sunshine, sparkling on the bright snow, was black
the sky, so clear and pure, was but a " pestilent congre
gation of vapors ;" from all things the light and joy of life
had passed and gone. No more love, no more happiness,
never more lightness of the eye or heart. All that was
over now.
The Doctor and Mrs. Courtlandt had driven over that
morning to see Miss Emberton, a servant said, and would
spend the day at the Glades. Max sat down motioning
to the servant to leave him. That name had opened his
wounds anew, and now hatred was added to his other
mental excitement. That abhorred rival had for a time
vanished from his mind from his heart so overwhelmed
with one thought, that Alice could not be his own ; she
bad preferred that man, she had slighted him, she had
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anghed at his verses, had met with contemptuous calm-
ness his love and affliction ; it was on his despair that he
had fed, not his- hatred. Now the name of his rival
aroused this new hell in him, and for a time he suffered
a. new torment of jealousy and rage.
All things, however, spend themselves in time love,
hatred, jealousy, despair ; otherwise the over-fraught
heart would break. After an hour's gloomy silence the
young man rose and looked around him wearily. Then
he collected his thoughts ; he would go at once and make
arrangements for his meeting with Mr. Emberton ; that
at least should not be neglected or deferred.
He took from his pocket the bracelet he had selected
for her, and looked at it long and in silence. A sigh
which sounded like a sob, shook for a moment his breast
and agitated his nervous lips.
" I will go and see her for the last time," he murmured,
" yes, yes ! I will go and feed on my own heart. No
thing worse than I have felt can touch me now !"
He mounted and set forward rapidly toward the Par
sonage, as though he feared his own resolution. Cover
ing his face with one hand he cast not a single glance
upon any thing around him ; he knew that however
beautiful the fair sunlight might be, however grand the
mountain heights, however calm the white silent land
scape, they could bring no light, or calmness to his heart.
Still these objects had their usual effect ; he felt their
influence spite of his incredulity. When he arrived at the
Parsonage he was more subdued, and even found himself
smiling mournfully at his own wretchedness.
On a mossy rock, which the snow had disappeared from,
at the distance of two hundred yards from the house,
Max saw Alice seated and busily engaged at some work.
He dismounted, tied his bridle t a bough of one of the
waving evergreens, and approached her. The young
girl's back was turned to him, and so completely had the
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soft snow muffled the hoof-strokes of his horse that she
had not heard them, and was plainly not aware of his
approach.
Alice was clad with her usual simplicity and taste, and
was singing lowly to herself, while busily plying hei
needle. The song was thoughtful but very sweet and
musical, and her pure clear voice, gave to it an inex-
ible charm. Max thought that he had never seen a
more angelic vision, a more radiant embodiment of purity,
and youth, and innocence ; the very sunlight seemed to
linger on the beloved head, bent down so earnestly ; and
when the feeling words of her song floated to him like the
low warble of a bird those feeling words of Motherwell:
" Oh, dear, dear Jeannie Morrison,
Since we were sindered young,
I've never seen your face, nor heard
The music of your tonjjue "
when Max caught the dying fall of the exquisite music,
and the more exquisite words, his very heart was melted
within him, and two large tears gathered in his eyes arid
rolled down his cheeks.
" Alice," he said softly, " that is a pretty song."
The young girl started, and turned round. A deep
blush suffused her face at sight of her cousin, and she
half rose.
" Do not mind me, cousin Alice," said Max, passing
his hand over his brow, " sit down."
" I did not know you had returned," said Alice in a low
voice, and glancing timidly at the young man.
" I only got back an hour or two ago," said Max.
Alice stole a pitying look at him.
" I am afraid you will be surprised to hear what has
happened in your absence," she murmured, with some
agitation.
" What has happened ?" echoed Max.
Alice turned away. Oh, how can I tell him, thought
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she ; he certainly loves Caroline, and her marriage wil
distress him dreadfully.
" You said something had happened, cousin Alice,' ;
said Max, pressing one hand on his throbbing heart, ant
with the other taking the hand of the young girl.
" Yes," murmured Alice.
Max's brow flushed, and his lips trembled.
" What mean you ?" he said.
" It will distress you to hear it."
" I am used to distress," said the young man, raising
his head with gloomy calmness, " it will prove no new
guest with me."
Alice turned away with her eyes full of tears.
" How can I tell you ?" she said, without looking at him.
Max felt his heart grow as chill as though it were sur
rounded suddenly by ice.
" Speak," he said, coldly.
But recollecting himself he turned away, and said in a
low, suffocating voice :
"Do not mind me speak; tell me all, as though I
were an indifferent person. I can bear it yes, yes ; I
can bear it."
For a moment his voice died away in his throat. He
continued :
" I have borne much ; I can bear this also, doubtless,
though it goes near to tear my heart-strings what I
think, nay, know. Why conceal it now, Alice ? 'tis a lost
.^abor ! Think you I saw nothing all these weary days
think you I could fail to see ? But do not misunderstand
me ! I blame no one no one ! My wretchedness is of
my own making. Why did I love so; why stake all my
heart and life upon this chance ! to lose it !"
The young man's head sank down, and covering his
face with his hands, he tried to strangle in its passage
the passionate sob which shook his bosom.
" Cousin Max," said Alice, " I pity you from the hot-
381 LEATHER AND SILK.
torn of my heart. I can't tell you how distressed I am
at your grief," she added, wiping away her tears.
Max turned away.
"Pity me!" he said, "you pity me great God, she
pities me /"
Alice looked startled.
" What do you mean, cousin ?" she said, " indeed I do
sincerely feel for you."
"Away with your pity!" said the young man, rising
with bloodshot eyes. But sinking back he muttered :
" Forgive me, cousin ; I am not well. Bear with me
my brain is hurt."
Alice took his hand with a radiant blush.
" I pitied you because I loved you," she said, in a fal
tering voice.
" Loved me ?"
" Yes loved you very much ; as my cousin," stam
mered Alice.
He turned away, and by a powerful effort controlled
his agitation.
" You were speaking of what had happened in my ab
sence," he said, in a low, gloomy tone, " tell me all."
" It will distress you."
"No no."
" I fear it will."
"Speak, cousin Alice.
" You know we shall have a wedding here soon, then ?"
said Alice, calmly " If you will make me speak, I must.
You knew that?"
" I guessed as much," said Max, in the same low voice.
" All look forward to it soon."
" Do they ?" said the young man, averting his face.
Alice thought she had overrated the affection Max felt
f.r Caroline, so calmly were these words uttered; and
this idea we, are bound to say made her heart leap.
'* It will be a very merry wedding, considering that
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father is a minister," she said, with a laugh of affected
Dheerfulness.
"Will it?"
" It should be a happy time."
"Yes."
" Mr. Emberton has much improved already."
"Hai he?" murmured the young man, his long hail
vailing his face.
" And he is much more of a man than before."
"Is he?"
" Don't you think him intelligent ? I do, cousin."
" Do you ?"
" And handsome ; is he not ?"
" Very."
" Then he has a good heart."
" I suppose you think so."
" Indeed I do."
" Naturally."
" Why naturally of course, cousin," said Alice, " and
I ought to assuredly."
" Assuredly."
" You speak very strangely, cousin," said Alice, blush
ing.
" I am sorry I displease you.*"
" Oh, you do not displease me you displease me ! No
body thinks I am worth it. But really I am scmewhat
put out at Mr. Emberton's selection."
" Put out ?"
" Yes ; he is a man of taste.
" Of great taste."
" Of intelligence, too."
" Yes ; of intelligence."
"Well," said Alice, attempting to laugh, "he should
have exercised those qualities in his selection of a wife."
Max turned with gloomy astonishment toward hi*
oousin.
384 LEATHER AND SII.K.
*' He has thought hest, however, to mortify me by fol
lowing his own judgment, in choosing "
Max half rose.
" In choosing? "What do you mean, Alice !"
" In choosing Caroline !" said Alice.
" Caroline !" cried Max.
" Of course."
" Caroline ! not you !"
" Me, indeed ; is it possible you thought all this time
that I"
Alice stopped, blushing deeply.
Max could hardly believe his ears ; he looked around
incredulous.
" Caroline !" he repeated.
" Yes certainly "
"Robert Emberton!"
" Certainly ; they are to be married before New Year."
" Not you, Alice !" cried the young man, devouring
her face with his passionate glances.
Alice blushed more deeply.
"How could you imagine such a thing?" she mur
mured.
" And that silk was not for Robert Emberton ? That
waistcoat !"
" Here it is. I have just sewn on the last button,"
said Alice, holding up the waistcoat, with a faint laugh,
" I will not say who it is intended for, until you tell me
for whom you bought the bracelet it is not a gentleman's
ornament, you know."
Max with radiant countenance drew out the bracelet
and clasped it on her wrist.
"For you!" he said, "oh, heaven is my witness I
would clasp my heart thus were it in my power !"
" Was it for me ?" murmured Alice, smiling and blush
ing, with averted face
"And the waistcoat!"
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Alice blushed to the very roots of her hair ; and with a
hesitating movement of the hand gave it to the young
man.
" Was it always intended for me !" said Max.
" Always !" murmured Alice.
" Alice, dear Alice," said the young man overwhelmed
with joy, " I gave you more than that bracelet on your
arm."
" More?" the girl murmured.
" I gave you my heart. My heart, darling do not
take your hand away ! all my heart, my life, my being !
will you give me as much ?"
That tender little hand remained in his, and no fine
eloquent speech was needed to make him understand that
the long train of errors was exploded, and the heart so
faithful to him, his forever. The sunlight poured its joy
ful and most loving radiance on that fair picture the
maiden's head on her true lover's bosom.
The port was reached, his bark was safe from storms;
,he anchor of his hope lay on his heart.
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CHAPTER XXVIII.
A BOUT WITH TONGUES.
MAX returned in the afternoon to the Look, just a?
Doctor Courtlandt and his aunt drove up to the door, in
their comfortable sleigh. The worthy Doctor was over
joyed to see his son looking no well, and welcomed him
with great affection.
"When did you return, my boy," he said, "on my
word, you are, it seems to me, in excellent spirits."
" I am, sir," said Max, with a smile.
"You found us absent; how have you passed the
morning riding out?"
" Yes, sir."
The Doctor's piercing eye detected some embarrass-
riH-iii in the young man's countenance ; but not a very
painful embarrassment.
" To the Parsonage?" he asked.
" Yes, sir," Max said.
" And whom did you see?"
" E very body, sir, but Caroline. Where is she to-day ?"
"Riding out with Mr. Emberton," said Mrs. Court
landt, " and I believe here they come."
In fact a sleigh at that moment made its appearance
at the bottom of the knoll coming from the direction of
Martinsburg. In this sleigh were seated Caroline and
Mr. Emberton, laughing and talking.
" You have heard the news, I suppose, Max," said Mrs.
Courtlandt.
" The news, aunt ?"
"^bout Caroline and Robert Bmberton. Since you
have been away he has addressed her "
LEATHER AND SILK. 387
"And " began Max laughing.
" They are engaged."
" I knew it," said Max.
"Who told you?"
" Alice."
" Ah," said Doctor Courtlandt, with a sudden suspicion,
and looking intently at the young man, "she told you,
did she ?"
" Yes, sir," Max said with a blush, avoiding the laugh
ing eye of Doctor Courtlandt.
" Alice is making a very nice waistcoat for you, Max,"
said his aunt, " she has put a great deal of work on it."
Max was glad of this diversion.
"How did she get rny measure, aunt?" he asked.
" I gave her one of yours to cut it by ; on the very
day you left us."
Max suddenly recollected that he had seen Alice o'i
that day, from his elevated position on the Third Hiil
Mountain, leave the Parsonage and take the road to the
Lock.
" It was very kind in her," he said, smiling.
The sleigh drove up to the door, and Mr. Emberton
helped Caroline out.
" Oh, there's my elegant cousin, as I live !" cried the
young girl.
" How d'ye do, cousin," said Max, going up and taking
her hand.
" Come, don't be so formal," said Doctor Courtlandt,
mischievously.
" He shan't kiss me."
"By your leave, mistress," said the young man, press*
ing his lips to her cheek, " that is good Shakspeare."
" And bad manners."
Mr. Emberton approached Max and courteously offered
him his hand. That young gentleman returned the
friendly grasp with great good feeling.
188 LEATHER AND SILK.
" I hope you will consider my note to you unwritten,"
said Mr. Emberton.
" What note ?" said Max. " It seems to me that this
observation should come from me. I regret the hasty
words I wrote to you."
" What words ?" said Mr. Emberton.
Doctor Courtlandt began to laugh; and taking the
young men aside explained the whole matter.
** I am sure we are good friends now, however," eaid
Max, laughing, " and I offer you my hand and my friend-
ship. Take both."
" With all my heart."
And so these belligerent gentlemen sealed their newly
agreed on amity by pressing each the other's hand. This
dreadful matter was arranged to suit all parties ; but we
are bound to say that the bright eyes of the sisters had
perfected this sudden friendship, as they had caused the
former quarrel. Both Mr. Robert Emberton and Max
were much too happy, to feel the least desire to drink
each other's blood a ceremony they had felt a violent
desire to perform a week or two before.
They returned to the spot where Mrs. Courtlandt and
Caroline stood talking.
"Have you seen your nice waistcoat, cousin Max?"
said Caroline
" Yes, my charming cousin."
" * Charming,' indeed ! you are very witty all at once."
" Your presence inspired me."
"Yes ; as it did just now to be very presuming, sir."
"What do you mean?"
" In kissing me !"
" Kissing goes by favor," said Max, laughing."
" If favor went by kissing you would never reacn me. 11
"Why?"
" You are not a favorite with me," said Caroline;
" which I think is a very good reason"
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" Excellent ; but you might tolerate my presence on
one ground."
" What, pray ?"
" My awkwardness is such an excellent foil to your
grace."
" I have never heard a gentleman praise another, espe
cially a lady, at his own expense, and thought him in
earnest ; mere irony, sir."
" Ma foi /" said Max, " there is no irony about it.
You are a very elegant and charming young woman, I a
very ordinary young man."
" Yes you think so doubtless with your fine curls,
and your nice mustache to be!" added Caroline laugh
ing and pointing at her cousin.
" Exactly," said Max, " old people always spy out
the weak points in an inexperienced and unsophisticated
youth "
" You won't dare to call me old, sir."
"No, no did I not just now say that you were an
excellent foil, with your thousand graces, to myself? Now
if I am so elegant as you say, it necessarily follows that
you are so much the more beautiful and graceful, since I
am but a foil to you, mademoiselle."
" Foil ! a fencing term."
" Yes, of some significance."
"What, pray?"
" It suggests riding caps."
" Oh, you have not forgotten my ill-luck I have not
lest sight of your want of gallantry."
" Forgotten it ! no, you looked much too charming on
that day with those beautiful flowing locks, my belle
cousin, for me to possibly forget."
" Oh, a fine compliment !"
" I make you a present of it free, gratis."
" I do not accept."
" It was in return, cousin Caroline."
390 LEATHER AND sir.K.
" In return for what ?"
" Your present to me."
" What present ?"
" The present of yourself, when you ran forward and
threw yourself into my arms deign to recollect, if you
please."
This repartee of Mr. Max caused Doctor Courtlandt,
who well remembered the fencing scene we have related,
to burst into a laugh and cry " bravo !" Caroline, for a
moment discomfited, turned round and said to him :
" Uncle, you shall not take Max's part against me."
" Against you, my heart's delight !" oried Doctor Court
landt, " never !"
" I knew you would not; you are such a nice old beau."
" Thank you."
" Besides I have quite as good a joke on you," said
Caroline, with a merry and significant laugh which evi
dently startled the worthy Doctor.
" Humph !" he said, suspiciously.
" I have indeed."
" Bless my heart," said Doctor Courtlandt, " this is a
most extraordinary young lady. But come, let us go in;
no more wit-combats, no more clashing of foils and that
sort of thing, my children."
"Nice old fellow !" said Caroline, lacing her arm round
the Doctor's waist and leaning her head on his shoulder,
"Aunt Courtlandt, did you ever see a more excellent and
amiable old man : so handsome too, so much handsomer
than Max ! There's my hand ; forgive me, cousin !"
Max took the hand, laughing.
" Oh, uncle," whispered Caroline, " somebody told me
you were going to be married ! Is it true ?"
" Humph," said Doctor Courtlandt, and he led the way
into the house.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE WING OF THE ANOEL.
THE merry Christmas came ; Christmas so full of re
joicing and gay-hearted laughter which men looked for
ward to in the old time as to a blessed day of mingled
joy and thanksgiving ; which rose in every heart like an
incarnate laugh like a great snow-clad giant bearing
on his stalwart shoulders all good cheer, as brawn, and
mighty rounds of beef, and foaming tankards, and flag
ons full of ale and " sack and sugar" (no " fault" in any
quantity) and rolling from his bearded lip shaken with
merriment, tidings of joy, and merry jests and quips ;
tidings of love and peace, and hopeful words for old and
young, in cabin and in stately hall ; and still again in
every pause of the full-handed laughter, tidings of joy
and love, tidings of love and peace !
The organs rolled aloft their blessed promise of the
peaceful other world. The lips of young singing maidens
uttered that promise in the pauses of the storm ; the
great music-storm which clashed and roared along the
fretted roofs of mightiest cathedrals, drowning every
sound but that low silent voice which ever floated in like
some enchanting murmur, louder than thunder, stiller
than the whisper of the lightest wind, the voice which
soared, a divine harmony above the whole, and said to
every heart "Peace and good-will, peace and good-will,
peace and good- will to all mankind !"
Children were merry every where, and old men glad.
Relations gathered once more round the board at which
they had sat, little boys and girls once ; all were for the
time quite other men and women than those scheming
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ones, whom the great surges of the w^rld had swept
away from all their youth and innocence, to struggle in
the sea of bitter thoughts, and never-ceasing yearnings and
desires.
Christmas, in one word, once again had come to shower
blessings on the earth ; the poor cold earth, weary and
very sick ; and at his approach the snow-clad lowlands
and the mountain land alike, smiled with new joy and
youth.
At Doctor Courtlandt's hospitable board all his old
neighbors who would leave their homes were assembled.
Miss Emberton and her brother and Monsieur Pantoufle
from the Glades were there ; and Mr. and Mrs. Court-
landt from the Parsonage the girls too and even the
old worn out hunter John had come, well wrapped up in
furs, to welcome again, surrounded by his friends, the
advent of the time.
Hunter John was very feeble and tottering ; his sands
of life were well-nigh run, and he seemed to see the hour
plainly now was at hand when his old body must return
to dust, and his soul to him who gave it.
They all took their seats round the hospitable board ;
and then commenced the merry laughter, and the friendly
wishes for health and happiness, which those good hon
est people were accustomed to utter on such occasions.
Caroline and Mr. Robert Emberton were very merry,
and Mr. Emberton seemed all at once to have lost his
unhappy feeling of ennui and lassitude ; he was not
heard to complain of being bored once during the whole
day. Max and Alice, tranquilly happy, conversed with
their eyes alone that eloquent and most expressive lan
guage which needs no tongue to utter it. Doctor Court
landt's intended marriage with Miss Emberton was now
no secret, and the friendly voices round them, told them
plainly that myriads of good wishes would accompany
them to church.
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Why should we attempt to catch those merry accents,
trace those gayly uttered words, petrify litre with a cold
pen those bursts of laughter, circling and crossing round
from side to side ; why try to describe a Christmas din
ner? All know the original; the portrait would find
many critics. When the poor chronicler has told how
they attacked the viands, and emptied willingly many
full cups, how every moment laughter exploded in the
air, and how the merry jest went round, or better still
the health to absent friends ; when this is said, he has
told all, and for his pains has written a few lifeless words.
Much better leave the subject unattempted leave the
scene purely to the imagination.
Old hunter John looked on with cordial eyes, but very
dim eyes ; these merry sounds seemed to remind him of
his youth, floating to him not from the real lips around
him, but from the far land of dreams, and from those
lips, cold now so long, so long! As he listened, all the
past revived for him ; the merry scenes ; the border rev
elry of old ; the life and joy of that old time dead long,
long ago. He listened as in a dream ; he heard again
those joyous youthful voices ; his youth returned to him,
with its rubicund faces, and gay-dancing eyes, and jubi
lant jests and laughter.
The old man raised his feeble head, venerable with its
gray locks now nearly blown away by the chill wind of
age, and sought to erect his drooping shoulders. But
overcome by weakness he sank down, his forehead on his
arm, murmuring, " The arrows of the Almighty are
within me ; blessed be the name of the Lord."
They raised him, and bore him in the midst of a great
show of sympathy, to a chamber ; a mist seemed to ob
scure his eyes, which he sought with a motion of the
hand to dispel. Stretched comfortably on a soft bed, he
revived however, and seemed to regain his strength, and
would have risen.
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494 LEATHER AND Ml K.
Doctor Courtlandt forbade this, and advisei him to M
main quiet. The old man smiled, and shook his head.
" I believe you are right, neighbor," heaid, "I'm goin'
most nigh given out. But tell 'em not to be uneasy
on my 'count. I'm only migkty weak."
"You are no worse, my good old friend," the Doctor
replied, " than you have often been of late. This was
only a sudden weakness which you will get over. It was
vertigo."
" Anan ?" said hunter John.
"Your head was full of blood from the riding. You'll
soon recover."
The old man smiled faintly.
44 Well, Doctor," he said, " go down and cheer 'em up.
'Seems to me they ain't laughin'."
The Doctor after giving some directions went out, leav
ing Mrs. Courtlandt a famous nurse, and one who de
lighted in doing all a nurse's offices with him. Hunter
John turned his face to the wall, and remained silent.
Suddenly he felt an arm round his neck. He turned,
and a tear dropped on his old wan cheek.
" Alice !" he said.
The child she was scarcely more clung closer around
hJs neck ; and thus locked in a close embrace, the old
man and his darling Alice, rested happily.
CHAPTER XXX.
THE HAND OF THE ANGEL.
CHRISTMAS passed away with its misletoe be ughs to kiss
bnder, and its stockings hung up for Saint Nic, and its
Christmas trees shaken by chirping children. It had
been a very merry Christmas in the mountain land, for
none of the old adjuncts of the festive season had been
wanting ; the same joyous Yule it was which cheered
those English hearts in cabin and in hall, in the fine
open-hearted times of old. May it ever live a deathless
legend, ever to be shaped in act with each recurring year;
may modern innovation never lay its cold prosaic hand
on the true-hearted habitudes, so long the wont of our old
ancestors, from the days of Arthur and the sage Merlin.
So Christmas, honored with high revelry and song,
passed onward like a word of comfort, like a trumpet-
blast of hope to fearful souls. The New Year marched
in also, and passed onward blithe and joyous ; crowned
with Borne early flowers, and emptying, with laughing,
youthful lips, great beakers to the time ! Then the ten
der days of spring began to hint of their approach, though
snow still covered the ground. Still hunter John was no
better. He had been carefully removed to the Parsonage,
after the scene we have briefly traced in the last chaptet
but only to retire again to his bed, overcome with weak
ness. The old mountaineer was very ill, and soon all hia
old neighbors and friends flocked round him their horses
standing in a long row tied to the fence before the house.
They assembled in the dining-room, shaking their heads
and whispering he was too old, they said, his life too
feeble much longer to cling to him. Then one by one
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they went into his chamber, and gave him cheerful,
hearty words, and cheered him up, making a jest of his
sickness. The spring was coming ! they said, the spring
would see him strong and well again.
The spring was coming truly ; the cold winter waned
away before the approach of vernal winds, unbinding the
lowland and the mountain streams, and whispering to
the little fearful flowers upon the grassy knolls to raise
their heads and not be afraid. The spring said it would
soon be coming, though other snow-storms might delay
for a time its onward march. Soon it would marshal its
bright crocuses, and primroses, and its tender violets and
eglantine, and sending forward over the sunny hills its
couriers to spy out the land, would give the signal with
its merry winds, and make its inroad on the forces of the
haughty winter-time.
Still hunter John remained very ill ; ttill his old neigh
bors came to see him, cheering him with hopeful words.
Alice and Caroline would never leave him ; those tender
hearts were struck by the same blow which smote the
grandfather. Alice would read to him often from the
Bible, which was his favorite book he could bear indeed
to hear no other ; and Caroline would hang upon his lips,
ready to do his bidding. The young girls left scarcely
any thing to Mr. Courtlandt and his wife.
And so the winter slowly passed away, and hunter
John grew weaker.
His Md neighbors now came oftener, and shook their
heads and whispered more than ever ; Doctor Courtlandt
was never absent now, having taken up his residence very
nearly at the Parsonage ; his presence was a great relief,
and a great hope to all and never had the worthy Doctor
so taxed his brain for what he had observed and learned ;
never had science so battled with the grim enemy who
defied it.
And so the winter very nearly went away, ani spring
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grew every moment stronger and more gay. But winter
rose up like a giant for the last struggle, and one morn
ing the dwellers in the mountains found the earth again
wrapped in snow.
The old hunter grew more faint and weak ; tne long
day waned, and the sun slowly sloped to the red west.
With Mrs. Courtlandt on one side, the Doctor and hia
brother at the foot of the bed, and Alice and Caroline by
his side he had thrown his feeble arm around their necks
old hunter John rested quietly, gazing wistfully at his
old stag hound stretched upon the floor, or looking through
the window at the snow.
" I think I'm goin','' he murmured, " I think the Lord's
a caTlin' me, children. Keep still, old Oscar," he con
tinued, looking at the hound who had risen, " poor old
fool ! your master will never hunt any more upon the
earth never any more, old Oscar!"
" Oh, grandfather !" Alice sobbed, "don't talk so!
please don't!"
The old man smiled.
" J ain't complainin' darlin'," he said cheerfully but
feebly, "you know I ain't complainin'. No, no! the
Lord's mighty good to me he's been mighty good to me
these many long years and he's a smilin' on me now
when I'm most nigh gone."
He gazed through the window, dreamily ; the sun
was on the mountain top : and the shadow of the " Moss
Rock" ran over the snow clad valley toward the Parsonage.
" The Lord's been merciful to me," murmured the old
man. "I'm rememberin' the time now, when he turned
aside my gun I didn't cut down my liltle blossom,
darlin'," he said turning to Mrs. Courtlandt, who was
weeping, " the Lord was mighty good to me : glory and
worship be his, evermore : Amen."
His thoughts then seemed to wander to times more
deeply sunken in the pasi than that of the event hia
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words touched on. Waking ho dreamed; and the large
eyes melted or fired with a thousand memories which
came flocking to him, bright and joyous, or mournful and
sombre, but all now transmuted by his almost ecstasy to
one glowing mass of purest gold. He saw now plainly
much that had been dark to him before ; the hand of
God was in all, the providence of that great almighty
being in every autumn leaf which whirled away !
Again, with a last lingering look his mental eyes sur
veyed that eventful border past, so full of glorious splen
dor, of battle shocks, and rude delights ; so full of beloved
eyes, now dim, and so radiant with those faces and those
hearts now cold ; again leaving the present and all around
him, he lived for a moment in that grand and beauteous
past, instinct for him with so much splendor and regret.
But his dim eyes returned suddenly to those much
loved faces round him ; and those tender hearts were
overcome by the dim, shadowy look.
The sunset slowly waned away, and falling in red
splendor on the old gray head, and storm-beaten brow,
lingered there lovingly and cheerfully. The old hunter
feebly smiled.
" You'll be good girls," he murmured wistfully, draw
ing his feeble arm more closely round the children's necks,
" remember the old man, darlin's !"
Caroline pressed her lips to the cold hand, sobbing.
Alice did not move her head which, buried in the
counterpane, was shaken with passionate sobs.
The old man gazed wistfully on the little head, and
gently smoothed down the curls with his rugged hand.
Then he felt one of those strange sensations which dart
through the mind at certain times, and have so singular
an effect upon us. The old dying mountaineer was cer
tain that he had lived all this before ; those faces were
around him in that identical arrangement, ages ago;
A-lice was sobbing then- : '- 'yes were growing dim; he
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had lain dying there as he now lay a century ago . It
was so plain that heaven itself seemed to have plunged a
beam of supernatural light into his heart, a beam which
.it up all the mysterious hidden crypts of memory, reveal
ing to him as he lay there on the border of two worlds,
the secret of humanity ! " Yes, yes !" he murmured,
" she has cried for me before I have died before blessed
Saviour you were mine before !" Then he became very
calm ; his eyes no longer wandered, but dwelt with looks
of deep affection on those tender faces grouped around
him, as he was about to fall into his last sleep on this
earth ; that sleep from which he must awake in another
world.
The Doctor felt his pulse and turned with a mournful
look to his brother. Then came those grand religious
consolations which so smooth the pathway to the grave ;
he was ready always Grod be thanked, the old man
said ; he trusted in the Lord.
And so the sunset waned away, and with it the life
and strength of the old storm-beaten mountaineer so
grand yet powerless, so near to death yet so very cheerful.
"I'm goin'," he murmured as the red orb touched the
mountain, " I'm goin', my darlin's ; I always loved yon
all, my children. Darlin', don't cry," he murmured feebly
to Alice, whose heart was near breaking, " don't any of
you cry for me."
The old dim eyes again dwelt tenderly on the loving
faces, wet with tears and on those poor trembling lips.
There came now to the aged face of the rude mountaineer,
an expression of grandeur and majesty, which illumined
the broad brow and eyes like a heavenly light. Then
those eyes seemed to have found what they were seeking;
and were abased. Their grandeur changed to humility,
their light to shadow, their fire to softness and unspeak
able love. The thin feeble hands, stretched out upon ths
oover were agitated slightly, the eyes moved slowly to the
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window and thence returned to the dear faces weeping
round the bed ; then whispering:
"The Lord is good to me! he told me he was comin 1
'fore the night was here ; come ! come Lord Jesus'
come !" the old mountaineer fell back with a low sigh ; a
igh so low that the old sleeping hound, dreameo on.
The life strings parted without sound ; and hunter
John, that so long loved and cherished soul, that old
strong form which had been hardened in so many storms,
that tender loving heart ah, more than all, that grand
and tender heart had passed as calmly, as a little babe
from the cold shadowy world to that other world ; tho
world, we trust, of light, and love, and joy.
The family fell on their knees sobbing, and weeping.
The calm voice of Mr. Courtlandt that calm tender
voice which sounded like a benediction rose in prayer
for the soul which had thus passed ; and so the night
came down upon them with shadowy wing, but could not
take from them the light of hope. A silent voice whis
pered good tidings for their weary hearts, and in the lery
stillness of the dusky chamber was the calm promise of
* brighter, grander world.
CHAPTER XXXI.
MONSIEUR PANTOUFLE.
OUA tale is nearly finished. That stalwart mount-
aineer, the living type of the old border past, having gone
away to another world, what remains for the chronicler
to say ? His inspiration is dead, the history wound up,
the hero has fought his last battle and succumbed to fate.
But we will trespass for a brief space still upon the
reader's time, since those other personages who have en
tered into, and taken a prominent part in our history
whose claims to attention are based on the latter clause
of the title of these pages now demand a few words, in
conclusion, at our hands.
The autumn following that spring whose near approach
we have adverted to, saw three marriages in the mount
ains around Meadow Branch. Miss Emberton gave her
hand willingly, most willingly, to the playmate of her
youth the noble heart whose image had never left her
memory from first to last. With the bracelet in his hand
the worthy Doctor had made his first approaches, and
never did royal signet work so powerfully on some rebel
lious town, as that simple circlet of sandal-wood on the
heart of its mistress. It had called up old scenes, fresh
and radiant once more, with all the light and joy of youth;
it had wakened memories slowly fading away into the
dim past ; it had, in a word, so strongly stirred that tender
heart of the still girlish lady, that when the hero of those
happy scenes of her youth laid siege more vigorously than
ever to the town, the town surrendered. So they were
married duly ; and soon after Caroline and Alice pledged
rv)J LEATHER AND SILK.
their troth to Mr. Robert Emberton and Max, the details
of whose courtships we have given very fully.
Monsieur Pantoufle was a welcome guest on these fes
tive occasions, and the old man's face was a pleasure to
the Doctor and his wife. He had given them dancing
lessons in their childhood now he saw them happily
united, and rejoiced to see it.
* I shall give lesson in the dance to your children, Mon
sieur Max," he said, playing with his old cocked hat and
ruffles, " ah ! you are very happy !"
" How, my old friend," said the Doctor.
"You have good wife; whoever have good wife is
happy."
The old man sighed.
" Were you ever married, my good Monsieur Pantoufle ?"
asked the Doctor ; " you speak very feelingly."
The old man bent his head, and something like a tear
glistened in his eye.
"Yes! yes!" he said.
" You seem grieved ; pardon my thoughtlessness."
" No ; 'tis friendly. I had wife, I had n
The old man paused.
" I had children," he continued, in a trembling voice
" I lose them all on board ship wreck coming from St.
Domingo you understand, Monsieur Max all, all my
little chicks."
"Your children?"
" Yes ; all, all ! three little ones and my poor wife.
I have no heart, no home now !"
With these words two tears rolled down Monsieur Pan-
toufle's cheeks, and he turned away with a sob.
The Doctor went to him and took his hand.
" You must be lonely, my old friend," he ?aid, in hia
noble and courteous voice, " and my friends, especially
the friends of my youth, who have ever cherished my
memory and loved me, shall not want for any thing I can
LEATHER AND SILK. 403
furnish them. You must come and live with us here
whenever you are not engaged giving lessons in Bath or
Martinsburg. You are now growing very old, and you
will find the country far more pleasant than the town
You can play your violin here, and be sure you will ever
be welcome most welcome."
Monsieur Pantoufle raised his thin wistful face, and
made the Doctor one of his old courtly bows.
" Too happy you make me too happy, Monsieur Max,"
he said, " I can not so trouble you, though ; no."
" I insist you positively shall, my old friend," said
the Doctor.
Monsieur Pantoufle smiled and pressed his hat on his
heart.
" Well, you make me ver happy, Monsieur Max," he
said, a hearty expression diffusing itself over his old face,
" mos happy. Yes, yes ; and no one but the old man
shall teach the young Courtlandts to dance the minuet ;
you recollect the good old minuet or play the piano
ah ! the harpsichord gone out of fashion ! Who would
have said when we fence together in old times, I should
give my lesson to the second generation."
Doctor Courtlandt laughed and took up a foil.
" Do you fence still ?" he said.
"No, no I am old, I am stiff; my hands grow white
and weak my ruffles are now of use, not for the looka
only. My hand like a ghost's !"
With which melancholy, but not bitter or complaining
witicism, Monsieur Pantoufle, bowing with his old ele
gance, took his departure. The poor old man had now a
home at last.
" Poor cousin of the Duke de Montmorenci ! I will not
abandon you in your age," said the Doctor, thoughtfully
smiling. " This world is a strange place but what mat
ters it ? 'Tis all right in the end."
CHAPTER XXXII.
WON OMNIS MORIAR.
THE sun was about to set on one of those fine evenings
in the latter fall, those evenings which seem to blend to
gether whatsoever is bright and youthful in the spring,
all that is luxuriant in the mature and rich beauty of the
flower-crowned summer, all that is thoughtful and full
i f melancholy attraction in the full golden-handed autumn.
The rich crimson light was rolled like a royal banner,
ttained with blood, down the rough side of the Sleepy
Creek Mountain ; and so across the little valley to the
eastern pines, where it melted away into the fast gather
ing gloom.
The Moss Rock stood out against the sky like a giant's
shoulder, and the tall pines growing at its feet, just
fringed the outline of the lofty rock with flame for they
were kindled now by the red fires of sunset. Near the
foot of the great rock on whose summit a gnarled fir tree
still shook to the storms, or spread its rugged arms on
summer days for little singing birds on a round grassy
knoll just under the shadow of the mass of rock, a newly
made grave, with its white headstone, was settling into
gloom.
On this stone a young girl, standing erect, was resting
her arm, while her long hair falling down vailed her face,
and hid the expression wholly. She had just planted some
autumn flowers in the sod, and now she gazed at the round
grassy knoll which defined the lofty form which rested
below, with heaving bosom. Alice raised her head, and
poshed back her hair from her face ; her eyes were full
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of tears, and she was mastered by one of those fits of
sobbing, whose influence is so irresistible.
That tender heart was overcome by the sight of the
grave of her dear grandfather thus stumbled on in her
walk and she felt again all the bitter grief she had ex
perienced on the day of his death. Again she saw tho
old forehead so thin and blanched ; the feebly smiling
iip.s ; the tender eyes ; again she heard those loving and
much-loved accents of the honest voice. Her head again
sank down, vailed by the long sweeping hair, and she
gave herself up to grief, weeping and sobbing bitterly.
A hand was laid upon her shoulder ; and turning round
she saw Doctor Courtlandt gazing tenderly upon her. So
great had been her abstraction that she had not been con
scious of his approach.
The Doctor took her hand and said in his soft noble
voice, full of tenderness and sympathy :
" You seem much afflicted, my child I do not think
you heard my horse's hoof-strokes."
Alice bent down her head murmuring :
" Oh, he was so good he loved me so I can't help
crying, uncle he loved me so !"
This broken, sobbing answer went to the strong man's
heart.
" Yes, yes," he said, " I know you loved him, my child ;
I know it well, and you had reason. His was a true
brave soul a heart which fought manfully the life battle
he was summoned to upon this earth ; and when the bolt
from heaven struck him down, he went to death in hope
not fear calmly and tranquilly. 'Tis fit you should lovo
him, Alice."
" He loved me so," repeated the tender heart, sobbing
and weeping, and bending over the stone, " and I loved
him so dearly, uncle !"
" All loved him," said the Doctor, smoothing the little
bead which nestled against his shoulder gently and ton*
406 LEATHER AND
derly, " and I do not blame you, darling, for lamenting
him; no, no! 'twas a true brave soul an honest heart
which dwelt here with us for a time which is now gone
hence, we trust, to joy and glory !"
Alice replied with a deep sob : from her eyes, vailed
with their long lashes, tears rolled down, and her lips
were tremulous with agitation. The doctor soothed her
gently ; thoughtfully caressing the little head.
" This man who lies here now a mere clod, a memory,
wad dear to us," he said, his eyes wandering, it seemed, to
other times, " most dear to many as a link of pure virgin
gold which bound the present to the past. History will
have no word to say of him ; a mere borderer, he can not
hope to live in the long drawn annals of the land, in
battles, sieges, world-losing combats ! No, this is not for
him, 'tis true no cloth of gold blazoned his deeds to
men's wondering eyes ; no shouts of the loud populace,
clinging to his chariot wheels, rung to the sky in praise
of his bold deeds. But a few years ! and he will be a
myth, a dream, a mere figure more or less misty of the
doubtful past."
Those noble eyea grew dim and thoughtful ; the
words escaping from the lips of the speaker, were mere
broken links of the chain of meditation.
" Yet he shall live in many a border tale," the Doctor
murmured, " in many a chronicle of the old border past;
he fought her battles, was a large part of the stirring life
and deeds of thos rugged times; he did his part like
others and his memory shall not wholly die into oblivion."
The Doctor's thoughtful brow was raised again ; the
young girl gazed silently on the grave.
" I have planted a flower there, uncle," she said, " it
will soon bloom."
The Doctor, with a look of great affection, took the little
hand, and gazing on the agitated face, bent down and
pressed his lips to the disordered locks
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"I had forgotten, poor rude reasoner that I am," he
laid, "I had forgotten what was more than all ah, far
more consoling than these mournful consolations I have
called up now. The soul which rests so calmly here
cares nothing for the loud voice of history, for any 'cun
ning of the supple herald's art; what is it to him now
whether he lives or dies in the mere annals of the land '
He lives in loving hearts he lies in peace after a long,
rough life with many mourners : among them he would
rejoice to find his child you, darling. Your prayers
and tears still follow him your blessings sanctify hia
memory ; could the cold spirit feel any thing, I know
these tears would move him. He lives in most loving
memories : grand consolation may I have it on my dying
bed!
" Many would say the wish is idle, but I should love
to think my own grave was decked with flowers. The
human soul clings to its habitudes of thought, whatever
cold reason says ; the hopes, the wishes, the aspirations
of the soul run ever in the old well worn channels. I
think that I should lie in peace if children came without
fear to my grave, and flowers grew round it, perfuming
the pure air, and symbolizing the grand beautiful heaven
above ! Is the wish vain and childish ? Well, God has bid
us grow like little children in our thoughts, and so I will
not be ashamed of my instinct. Come, darling ; the sun
has set, and you should return. It is not fit that you
should indulge so much your grief though this was an
eminent soul you weep for. He was, I am sure, prepared
to die, and lived a long happy life happy in many true
hearts, all his own happy in a good conscience, and a
tranquil end. Thanks be to (rod for turning the strong
man's heart to Him in these latter days ; may he do as
much for you and me and all !"
The Doctor put back the hair, and kissed the tender
forehead which rested on hia Ureas*,
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" We are all puppets, more or less, Alice," he said
" and we can not grasp, with all our boasted powers,
seemingly the most open and palpable significance of our
human life. All is most wondrous youth, manhood,
age, the seasons, the growing trees, the grass ; a divine
mystery lifs in them all, and ever escapes us. You ar
.ike a spring bud, I am in the mature summer of my life,
the form which rests in peace there, after so many piled
up years, so many tempests, was the snowy haired win
ter of man. "Well is it for us if we come to that winter
with so little soil upon our hearts if we accept thu
human life, so mysterious and strange with the like child
like earnestness and trust. He was a brave true soul, a
most honest heart hia epitaph is written in most loving
memories !"
And kneeling down the Doctor wrote upon the tomb
stone of the old hunter :
" Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like aa a
shock of corn cometh in, in his season."
Then after a moment's thought he added those pious
words of the Psalmist : " Blessed be the name of the
Lord from this time forth, and forevermore."
He felt an arm encircle his neck, the young girl's hair
crushed against his forehead, and two tears from those
tender eyes fell on the letters he had written. They
turned and left the place.
T H E END.
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