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In following the schoolmaster I have
got a bit ahead of iby history. Soon
after 'the opening of the new year—
ten days or so later it may have been
—1 had begun to feel myself encom-
passed by a new and subtle force. It
was a thing as intangible as heat but
as real as fire and more terrible, it
seemed to me. I and,
it first in the
attitude of my play -fellows. They
ae:ried me the confidence and intimacy
which I had enjoyed before. They
whispered together in my presence.
1u all this 1 had not failed to observe
that Henry Wills had taken a leading
art. The invisible, inaudible, mysteri-
ous thing wrought a great change in
me. It followed me through the day
end lay down with me at night. i
in c tittered what 1, had dune. I careful-
ly surveyed my clothes. They looked
all right to me. My character was
certainly no worse than it had been.
How it preyed upon my peace and
rest and happiness—that mysterious
hidden thing!
One day Uncle Peabody came down
to see me and 1 walked
through th•
village with him. We stet Mr. Dun-
kclberg, who merely nodded and hur-
ried along. Mr. Bridges, the merch-
ant, did not greet him warmly and
chat with him as he had been want.
to do. 1 saw that The Thing—as 1
had come to think of it—was follow-
itrg him also. How it darkened itis
face! Even now I can feel the aching -
of the deep, bloodless wounds of that •
day. I could bear it better alone.:
We were trying to hide our pain from
each other when we said good -by.
How quickly my uncle turned away
and walked toward fhe sheds! He
came rarely to the village of Canton
after that.
1 was going home at noon one day !
and while passing a crowd of boys I
was shoved rudely into the fence. i
Turning I saw Henry. Wills and my
list flashed to his face. He fell back- I
ward and rising called me a thief and
the son of a thief. He had not tin- .
ished the words when I was upon hint i
The others formed a ring around us
and we began a savage battle. One
of `,frills' friends tried to trip me. le
the midst of it 1 saw the schoolmaster
just outside the ring. He seized a
boy by the collar.
"There'll be no more interference,"
said he. "It's goin' to be a fair
FI had felt another unfriendly foot
tut had not seen its owner. We
fought up and down, with lips and
noses bleeding. At last the time had •
come when I was quicker and strong-
er than he. Soon Henry Wills lay on
. the ground before me with no clis-
1
position to go -on with the fight. I
helped him up and. he turned away
from foe. Some of the boys began to
jeer him.
He's a gentleman compared with
the -rest o' you," I said. "He had
courage enough to . say what he'
thought. There's not another one o'
you would dare do it—not a one o'
l you."
Then said the schoolmaster:
"If there's any mele 0' you boys
that has any such opinion o' Bart'
' Baynes let him he man enough to
step up an' say it now. If he don't,
he ought to be man enough to change
his mind on the spot."
A number of The boys and certain '
of the townsfolk who had gathered
about us clapped their' hands. For a
long time thereafter I wondered why
Henry had called me a thief. I con-
cluded that it was because "thief'
was the meanest word he could think
of in his anger. However that might
be. The Thing forsook me. I felt no
more its cold, mysterious shadow be-
tween me and my school fellows. It
heti stepped out of my path into that
of .Henry Wills. His popularity wan-
ed and a lucky circumstance it was
,for him. From that day he began
to take his books and to improve his
standing -in the school.
1 observed that he did not go about i
with Sally as -he had done. I had
had no word with her since the night
of Mr, Hackct's lecture save the brier -
est greeting as we passed each othci
in the street. Those fine winter days'
I used to see her riding a chestnut
pony with a long silvermane that
flowed back to her yellow curls in his
lope. 1 loved the look of her as shed
went hy me in the saddle and a long-
ir:g came- into my heart that she
should think well of me. I made an
odd resolve. It was this: I would
make it impossible for her to think
ill of me.
I went hone one Saturday, having
!thought much of my aunt and uncle
since The Thing had descended upon
us. I found them well and as cheer-
ful as ever. For fear of disturbing
their peace I said nothing of my fight
with Wills or the cause of it. Uncle
. Peabody had cut the timber for our
new horse and haule;l it to the aril'.
I returred to school in a better mind
about them.
May had returnee—a warm bright
May The roads were dry. The thorn
trees ied thatched their shapely roofs
' with vivid green. The maple leaves
were bigger then a squirrel's foot,
which meant as well, I knew, that
the trout were jumping. The robins
had returned. I had entered my 17th
year and the work of the term was
finished.
Having nothing to do, one afternoon
7 walked out on the road toward Og-
densburg,for a look at the woods and
fields. Soon I thought that I heard
the sound of galloping hoofs behind
me. Turning, I saw nothing, but
imagined Sally coming and pulling
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neer gee sa,
"She mepag`*ChD$ there is.some dan-
ger ahend of�"y," I said. J._
The Silent; Wv)nan picked up a (Ong
blade of grana and tipped its end in
.the honey at the bottom of the teup.
She came Close to Sally with the blade
of grass between her thumb and thi-
g "She is fixing a charm," I said.
She smiled and nodded as she put
a drop of honey on Sally1s tipper lip.
She held up •her hands while her
lips moved if she were blessing
us. . ,. .,.
"I suppose it will not save, m$ if I
brush it oe," Said Sapy, '
We went • on. and in a moment a
bee lighted an this honey. Nervously
she 'struck at it 40a1 then cried out
with pan.
The bee has stung you!' I said.
She coveared her face with her hand-
kerchief arid made no answer.
"Wait a minute—I'll get some clay,
I said as I ran to the river bank.
I found some clay and moistened it
with the water and returned.
"There, 'look at me!" she groaned.
'•The bee hit nfy nose."
She uncovered' her face, now de-
formed almost 'beyond recognition,
her nose having swollen to one of
great size and redness.
"You look like Rodney Barnes," I
said with a laugh its 1 applied the
clay to her afflicted nose.
"And I feel like rhe old boy. I
think my nose is trying to jump off
truer run away."
The clay having hien well applied
the began surveying herself with a
little hand mirror which she had car-
ried in the pocket of her riding coat.
"What a fright 1 .un!" she mused.
"But you are the hest girl in the
world."
"Don't cat w
as tor our r
y pretty try talk on
Ire now. I can't .Cray it—my nose
aches so. I'd rather you'd tell me
when—.when it is Busier for you to
may it."
"We don't see each other very of-
ten."
"If you will come out on this real
next Saturday afternoon I will ,ride
until I find you and then we can have
another talk."
"All right. I'll he here at four -
thirty and I'll be, thinking about it
every day until then."
"My nose feels better now," she
s::id presently and added: "You might
tell me a little more if you want to."
"I love you even when you have
ceased to be beautiful,"I said with
the ardor of the young.
"That is grand! You knew old age
will sting• us by and hy, Bart," she
enswered with a sigh and in a tone
of womanly wisdom
We were nearing; the village. She
wiped the mud front her prodigious
nose and I wet her handkerchief in a
fool ofwaterand helped her to wash
it. Soon we saw two men approach-
ing us in the road. In a moment I
ol•scrved that one was Mr. Horace
Dunkelberg; the other a Stranger and
a remarkably handnonte young man
he was, about twenty-two years of
age and dressed in the height of
fashion. I remember so well his tall,
athletic figure, his gray eyes, his
small dark mustache and his admirable
manners. Both were appalled at the
look of Sally.
"Why, girl, what has happened to
you?" her father asked.
Then I saw what a playful soul was
Sally's. The girl was a born actress.
"Been riding in the country," said
she. "Is this Mr. Latour?"
"This is Mr. Latour, Sally," said
her father.
They shook hands.
I am glad to see you," said the
stranger.
They say I am worth seeing," said
Sally. "This is my friend, Mr. Bay-
nes. When you are tired of seeing
me, look at him."
I shook the hand he offered me.
"Of course. we can't all be gond
looking,•Sally remarked with a sigh
as if her misfortune were permanent.
Mr. Horace Dunkelberg and I
laughed merrily -for I had told him
il: a whisper what had happened to
Sally—while i1r. Latour looked a
little embarrassed.
"My face is not beautiful but they
say that I have algood heart," Sally
assured the stranger.
They started on. I excused myself
and took a trail through the woods
t.t another road. Just there, with
Sally waving her hand to me as I
stood for a' ninment in the edge of
the woods, the curtain falls on this
highly romantic period of my life.
Uncle Peabody came for me that
evening. It ens about the middle of
the next week that I received this
letter from Scully:
up at my side. I wondered what I
should say if she were really to come.
"Sally'" I exclaimed. "I have been
looking at the violets and the green
fields and back there I saw a thorn
tree turning white, but I have seen
no fairer thing than you."
They surprised me a little — those
fine words that came so easily. What
a school of talk was the house 1 lived
in those days!
"I guess I'm getting Mr. Racket's
gift o' gait," I said to myself.
Again I heard the sound of gallop-
ing hoofs and as I looked back I saw
Sally rounding the turn by the river
ane coming toward me at full speed,
the mane of her pony flying back to
her face. She pulled up beside once
just as I had imagined she would do.
"Bart, I hate somebody terribly,"
"Whom?"
"A man who is coming to our house
on the stage to -day. Granny Barnes
is trying to get up a match between
us Father says he is rich and hopes
he will want to marry me. I op'.
mad about it. Ile is four years older
than I ant. Isn't that awful? I ata
gc:ng to be just as mean and hateful
to him as I can."
"1 guess they're only fooling you,"
I said.
"No, they mean it. I have e!
them talking it over." 1.4
"lie can nut marry you."
"Why?"
It seemed to me that the time had
come for me to speak out, and with
burning cheeks 1 said:
"Becausd 1 think that God has
married you to me already. Do you
rt member when we kissed each othqr
by the wheat field one day last sum-
mer?"
Yes." She was looking down at
the mane of her pony and her cheeka
were red and her voice reminded me
of the echoes that fill the cavern of
a violin when a string is touched.
"Seems to me we were married that
day. Seems so, every time I think of
it, God asked me all the questions are
I answered yes to 'em. Do ye re-
member after we had kissed each
other how that little bird sang?"
"Yes."
We had faced about and were walk-
ing back toward Cahton, I close by
the pony's side.
"May I kiss you again?"
She stopped the pony and leaned
toward lyre and our lips met in a kiss
the thought of which makes me lay
down my pen and bow my head a
moment while I think with reverence
of that pure, sweet spring of mem-
ory. in whose waters I love to wash
my spirit. ,
We walked on and a song sparrow
followed us perching on the fence -
rails and blessing us with his song.
"I guess God has married us a-
gain," I declared.
"I knew that you were walking on
this road and I had to see you," said
she. "People have been saying such
terrible things."
"What?"
"They say your uncle found the
pocketbook that was lost and kept
the money. They say he was the first
man that went up the road after it
was lost."
New The Thing stood uncovered
before me in all its ugliness—The
Thing born not of hate butt of the
mere love of excitement in people
wearied by the dull routine and the
reliable, plodding respectability of
that countryside. The crime of Amos
had been a great help in its way but
as a topic it was worn out and wopld
remain so' until court convened.
"It's a lie—my uncle never saw the
pocketbook. Some money was left to
him by a relative in Vermont. That's
how it happened that he bought a
farm instead of going to the poor-
house when Grimshaw put the screws
on him."
"I knew that your uncle didn't do
it," she went on. "Father and mother
couldn't tell you. So I had to."
"Why couldn't your father and
mother tell me?"
"They didn't dare. Mr. Grimshaw
made them promise that they would
not speak to you or to any of your
family. I heard them say that you
and your uncle did right. Father told
mother that he never knew a man so
honest as your Uncle Peabody."
IVe went on in silence for a mom-
ent.
guess you know naw why I
couldn't let you go home with me
that night," she remarked.
Yes, and I think I know why yon
wouldn't leave anything more to do
with Henry Wills."
"•1 hate him. He said such horrid
things about you nerd your uncle."
Iit a peoment she asked: "What
time is it?"
I looked at my new watch and an-
swered: "It wants ten minutes of
five "
The stage is in long ago. They
will he coming up this road to meet
mc. Father was going to take hint
for a walk before supper."
Just then we came upon the Silent
Woman sitting among the dandelions
by the roadside. She held a cup in
her band with some honey on its bot-
tom and covered with a piece of glass.
"She is hunting bees," I said as we
stopped beside her. -
She rose and patted my shoulder
with a smile and threw a kiss to
Sally. Suddenly her face grew stern.
She pointed toward the village and
then at Sally. Up went her arm high
above her head with one finger ex -
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"Dear Bart Mr, Latour gave up
and drove to Peisdam in the evening.
Said he had I,. meet Mr. Parish. I
think -that he had seen en8ugh of me.
T began to he!, he would stay --he
Nva'; so good I....king, but mother is
very glad that he
went and so am I.
for mn• mini -ler told us that he is
one of the wi,•I;edeet young men in
the state. Ile i- very rich and very-
l:acl, they s;n'. I wonder if old Kate
knew about hint Her charm worked
heli anyway- didn't it? My nose
MRP all right in the morning. Sorry
that I can't. meet you Saturday.
Mettler and 1 are packing up to go
away for the summer. Don't forget
tee. T shall he thinking every day of
those lovely things you said to me.
I don't know what they will try to do
with me, and T don't care. I really
think as you do ,Bart, that God has
married us to each 'other.
"Yours forever,
"SALLY DUNKELBF,RG.".
How often i read those wprds--so
like all the careless worde of the
young!
CHAPTER XiV
The Bolt Falls
Three times that winter I find seen
Benjamin Grimshaw followed by the
Silent Woman clothed in rags and
pointing with her finger. Mr. Hack-
ett said that she probably watched
for him out of her little window above
the blacksmith shop that overlooked
the south road. When came to
town she followed. I always greeted
the woman when I passed her, but
when she was on the trail of the
money -lender she seemed unaware of
my presence, so intent was she on
the strange task she, had set herself.
If he were not in ight she smiled
when passing me, but neither spoke
nor nodded.
Grimshaw had gone about his busi-
ness as usual when 1 saw him last,
but I had noticed a look of the wor-
ried'rat in his face. He had seemed
to be under extreme irritation. He
scolded every man who spoke to him.
The notidn came to the that her finger
war getting down too the quick.
The trial of Amos came on. He
had had "blood on his feet," as they
used to say, all the way from Lickity-
split to Lewis County in his flight,
having attacked the alightly wounded
two men with a bowie knife who had
tried to detain a
him • t
Rainy Lake.
1 -le had also shot at an officer in the
vicinity of Lowville, where his arrest
was effected. He had been identified
by all these men, and so his character
as a desperate man had been estab-
lished. This in connection with the
scat' on his face and the tracks, which
the boots of Amos fitted, and the brok-
en gun stock convinced the jury of his
guilt.
The most interesting bit of testi-
many which came out at the trial was
thispassage from a yellow paper-
covered tale which had been discover-
ed hidden in the haymow of the Grim-
shaw barn: -
"Lightfoot waited in the bushes
with his trusty rifle in hands. When
the two unsuspecting travellers reach..
' ed a point nearly opposite him he rais-
ed his rifle and glanced over - its shin-
fng barrel and saw that the flight of ,
his bullet would cut the throats of
Neth his persecutors. He pulled the
trigger and the bullet sped to its
mark. Both, men plunged to the
gr<clnd as if they had been srriitten
by a thunder bolt. Lightfoot leaped
from cover and seized the rearing
horses, and mounting one of them
white he led the other headed them
down the trail, and in no great hurry, ,
for he knew that the lake was be- ;
tween hint and Blodgett and that the
latter's boat was in no condition to
hold water."\ -
It was the swift and deadly execu-
tion of Lightfoot which Amos had
been imitating, as he presently con-
fessed.
I knew then the power. of words—
even• foolish words --over the minds
of the young when they are printed
and spread abroad.
I remember well the look of the
venerable Judge Cady as he pronounce.
ed the sentence of death upon Amos
Grimshaw. A ray of sunlight slant-
ing through a window in the late aft
err:oon fell upon his gracious coun-
tenance, shining also, with the softer
til. ht of his spirit. Slowly, solemnly,
kindly, he spoke the words of doom.
It vas his way of saying them that
litst made me feel the dignity and
majesty of the law. The kind and
father toneof his
voice put
lYme in
mind of that Supremestr Court which
is aboveall t'
question and which was
a
swiftly to enter judgment in this mat-
ter and in others related to it.
Slowly the crowd moved out of the '
ecurt room. Benjamin Grimshaw
rose and calmly whispered to his law- '
yet He bad not spoken to his son
o: seemed to notice him since the trial
had begun, nor did he now. Many
had shed tears that day, but not he.
angry now. His face was harii and
Mx. Grimshaw never showed but one
emotion. — that of anger. He was
stern. He muttered as he walked out
of the court room, his cane briskly
beating the floor. I and others fol-
lowed him, moved by differing mot-
ivl. I was sorry for him and if I
had dared I should have told him that.
I was amazed to see how sturdily he
stood under this blow—like a mighty
oak in a storm. The look of`, him
thrilled me—it suggested that some-
thing was going to happen.
The Silent Woman -,-as ragged as
ever—was waiting on the steps. Out
went her bony finger as he came
down. He turned and struck at her
with his cane and shouted in a shrill
voice that rang out like a trumpet in
his frenzy:
(Continued- next week.)
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