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What she had said, however, made him thoughtful, and he resolved to nsk Ludlow if hs knew the story. When they reached the house Hester asked Bingbrand to stay to tea, and after the meal they sat together on tho veranda while tho colonel and his son rode to Tregartheu. Since they were well beyond the period of acquaintanceship in which young lovers take each other seriously and talk upon abstruse subjects, tho converButon drifted aimlessly and easily from one topic to another until it finally came back to the rector and his approaching marriage. Hester spoke of it again in terms of disapproval. "It seems to me like a case of infatuation on his part," she said, "though I suppose I'm prejudiced.

I can't see how they are ever going to be able to make peace between the sections." "Is Miss Bradfern so very pronounced in her views?" asked Bingbrand. "I think she is; and I fear she is much the stronger of the two." "Is that always a misfortune "Possibly not; but it seems so to me. It implies a surrender on the part of the husband, and that's a pitiable thing to contemplate." "Do you think so? I should say that such a surrender might be very noble under some circumstances." "I can't imagine the circumstances. What are they?" His frank question drew him rather deeper into the subject thnn he had meant to go, but he laid hold of his courage and spoke tho thought that was in him. "I mean when a man has been fortunate enough to find the one.

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The Cocoa made by Walter Baker Dorchester, is the best. "You art at liberty to call it that or anything else you please," she an swered, with chilly preciseness, "una there is nothing to prevent your put ting yourself upon an equality with our servants if you feel bo disposed." "I'm sure I don't wish to do that, though I'm quite ns certain that tho question of color or race would not pre vent me. I think the negroes in the north are given all tho social rights they expect or deserve; they aro at least the social equals of white people in tlxeir own class," Hester roso and stood beforo him with sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks, and he forgot all about tho argument in his admiration of her superb loveli ness. "That's just it!" she exclaimed; "you nil are quite willing to let the negroes take their chances in the north, but you try to compel us to accept them as equals, withoutrcgard to class, whether we wunt to or not." It was not their first difference, and Bingbrand smiled. "You are of the Bouth, aren't you, Miss Hester? I wish vou would teach me how to be enthus- iustic," he said, mildly.

"It would be a hopeless task," she re plied. Tm not so sure about that. I think it would depend upon the teacher." But you would be enthusiastic on the wrong side, if 1 did." Perhaps you might convert mo in the process." "I am afraid that isn't possible; and then it wouldn't be honest of you to let ne, sue added, with lemmme incon sistency. Bingbrand smiled complacently. "I like that," he said.

"I shall try hereafter to be both enthusiastic and loyal to my section." Thinking about this conversation when she was braiding her hair before her mirror that night, Hester blushed when she remembered how emphatic she had been. "I hope he didn't think I was inhospitable and rude," she said, speaking softly to herself; "but he doesn't know how his cool way of asserting himself irritates one. And I was almost angry, too; I'm sure I was going to say something spiteful; but there was a look in his eyes that said 110, just as plainly as could be. lie al ways looks at me that way when I'm about to say something mean, and then I can't go on. I wonder but that would be ridiculous; he ought to marry a Yassar girl at the very least; some body with calm gray eyes and fluffy hair, a girl with advanced ideas rind all that, and with plenty of intellect, so she could help him in his work.

That isn't much like you, is it?" speaking to the reflection in the mirror; "you re noth ing but an enthusiastic, impulsive coun try girl, with coarse black hair" she drew one of the shining braids over her shoulder to look at it "and eye brows that make me think of the pic ture of Beatrice in the big Shakespeare downstairs only she's pretty and you're not." Mirrors do not always tell the truth and Hester's must have been a very Ananias of a looking-glass if it reflect ed any such distorted likeness of the embodiment of sweet, wholesome womanhood standing beforo it; there were strength and pride in every line of the beautiful face and perfect form, but it was the strength that harmonizes with grace and purity, and it was the pride that abhors mean things and scorns the ignoble arts of deceit and subter fuge. III. THE HISTOItr OF A FEUD. Places, like persons, have characters to keep or to lose. From the time.be yond which fireside traditionfadesinto the less authentic record of legendary tales, McNabb's cove had shared with its scanty population the evil report of a bad neighborhood.

Topographically, it is a mere gash in the side of Murphy mountain, with a few acres of urable land in the center shut in on three sides by steep wooded hills, whose summits are the cliffs of the mountain. Prac tically inaccessible on three sides, entrance by the fourth is scarcely less difficult. A narrow wagon road winds up the sharp ascent which measures the height of the cove above the level of Harmony valley; and besides this there are no means of ingress or egress for vehicles, and none for pedestrians save such as are afforded by two or three rocky trails up the sides of the moun tain. The isolation of McXabb's cove had much to do with its unsavory reputa tion. For many years the Bynums whose log farmhouse of "two pens and a passage was the only human habita tion in the small valley, had acted as go-between for the illicit distillers on the mountain and their customers in Harmony valley.

In consequence of this, the cove had been the scene of sev eral encounters between the revenue officers and the moonshiners; and although the Bynums had usually main tained an outward show of neutrality. there was little doubt that they had always given the secret aid to their neighbors on the mountain. It was during the life of Col. Latimer's father that the Bynums had first brought themselves within the pale of the law A revenue officer had climbed the steep road leading to the cove one afternoon and the next morning his dead body- was found at the foot of the declivity with a bullet hole in the skull. Old Squire Latimer was justice of the peace at the time, and he was especial ly active in pushing the inquiry whieh finally fixed the crime upon one of the Bynums.

As the evidence was mostly circumstantial, the murderers got off with a life sentence; but for the squire's part in the prosecution the Bynums declared war upon the Latimer family, instituting a series of persecutions which culminated in the burning of the manor-house in the valley. The ex-Virginian was a law-abiding man, and, although there was little doubt as to the identity of his enemies, he refused to retaliate in kind. which could bo produced in court; but his persecutors were shrewd and crafty, and he was never able to get conclusive evidence against them. After tho burning of the manor-house the squire built "The Laurels" on the plateau of Murphy mountain; but he did not live long to enjoy his new home. The plateau farm was reached by ft road which climbs the face of the ascent trom Tregarthen.

Beyond the Lati mer estate it skirts the brow of the mountain, following the line of the cliffs and doubling around the head of McNabb's cove. One morning when the squire was riding along this road at point where it comes out upon the edge of an abrupt precipice command ing a view of the cove, a rifle-shot rang out, and the fright-. ened horses galloped riderless back to "The Laurels." When the searchers found him a short time afterwards the squire was quite dead; and before noon John Bynum was in jail at Tregarthen, charged with the commission" of the crime. At this distance of time there appears to be at least a reasonable doubt of his guilt. He was seen in the village, and in fact was arrested there, within two hours of the time when the murder was committed; and while the distance from the head of the cove to Tregarthen by the road leading past The Laurels" is only three miles, it is six by the way he must have gone to avoid meeting the searching party.

This, and other facts, might have been brought oat in a trial, but the Bynums were unpopular and their feud with the Latimers was well known. The news of the squire's death spread rapidly through the valley during the day, and at night an armed mob broke into the jail and secured the hapless prisoner, who was hurried to the scene of the murder and hanged to the nearest convenient tree. to be continued. THREE ENGLISH GHOSTS. Tho "Lady In Cream" and a Man with a Jieard.

There is hardly a castle or ancient manor house in all England that has not some ghostly tradition connected with it. In some mansions the specters are said to stalk and gibber and shriek night after night, while in others they appear only at long intervals. The latter seems to be the case at Clandon house, near Guildford, which belongs to the earl of Onslow, but which is at present let by him to a tenant. Here the ghosts, for there are three of them, have but recently made their appearance, and though they seem quite fa miliar with the centuries-old structure whieh they inhabit, no one of this gen eration has been able to recall any thing about them. The first is that of a beautiful lad-, richly uttired in a creiim-colored silk robe and wearing a profusion of great jewels.

Sometimes she covers the cream-colored silk with a black cloak, and occasionally she carries a dagger or a tumbler in her hand. All the do mestics say they have been here many times, and the under footman stoutly maintains that he once saw "the lady in cream" take a book from the library-shelves, and after glancing through its pages, carefully replace it. Tho second specter is more terrify ing, for it appears in the form of a very ugly female black dwarf, with a glittering ring in her nose, and whose dress indicates a condition of servitude. She always bears in her hand a lighted lantern. A rough-looking man makes up this phantom trio, and he has a great beard that is evidently the pride and joy of his ghostly existence.

He is not so often seen as the lady in cream and her hideous companion, and has the bearing of one oppressed by a great sorrow, A lady Spiritualist has had the hardi hood to visit the house and converse with the cream-colored apparition, who, it is reported, related to her as sad a story as ghost ever told. In her time she had sinned, she said, and her husband found her out. He according ly bribed the black dwarf, his wife's attendant, to kill her mistress, which she did, and she has ever since been going about with a lighted lantern looking for forgiveness. The appearance of these ghosts has caused great excitement in the quiet country neighborhood, and many people besides the domestics claim to have seen nil three. N.

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II. CoNTIJiCED. "Your surroundings are a perpetual Inspiration, Miss Hester," said King-brand, feasting his eyes with the keen Appreciation of an artist upon the magnificent panorama of the mountains and valleys and forests stretching nway to the westward. "I am glad you like Tennessee," replied the girl, with a touch of pathos in her voice. "So many people especially northerners seem to think it an unprofitable wilderness." "Who could be so unappreciative as to say that?" "Miss Brad fern, for one.

She is from Boston, and she visited friends in Dunbar last summer. She was continually pining for New England in general and Boston in particular. I'm sure I can't understand how she will be abla to live here." "Is she coming here to live?" "Yes; as the wife of our rector in Tregarthen. I tell him he's setting a bad example by going so far from home." "Then I presume he is a southerner?" "He is; he's a Georgian; but I believe he was educated in the north." "Am I to understand that you think one ought not to marry out of his section?" he asked, making the rector's case a possible opportunity for ascertaining his own standing. "Oh! I wouldn't say anything1 so radical as that," she replied, stroking her horse's mane; "only, it seems to me, there are many reasons against it.

You don't understand you can't understand how much sectional feeling there is in the south." "I know there used to be, but I thought it was a thing of the past, since the war." "It is. in some senses, I suppose, and in others I think it is as strong as ever. My father fought for the south; and if you could know how strongly my sympathies are enlisted upon the side of some of the things which you think are dead issues, there would be only one word in your vocabulary that would fit me an ugly little word of five letters." "I hope I am broad enough not to apply it, Miss Latimer. I think I can put myself in your place sufficient to understand that thire may be many and honest differences of opinion." "It's right kind of you to say that especially as your side has the better of the argument; though I'm not so sure about that, either. It's one thing to starve people into submission and quite another to subjugate them." "I believe I can appreciate that, too." Neither of them spoke again for a few moments, and then Hester called his attention to a jutting crag projecting far out from the cliff-line at their feet.

"Do you see that point over yonder to the right?" she asked. 1 "Yes; and I was going to'ask you if it has a name." "It has; it is called 'Tom's It's not a very poetic name, and it could hardly be called a 'Lover's although the story is dreadful enough." "Tell me about it." "It's short and quite prosaic. There used to be a moonshiner's still somewhere in this neighborhood, and one of the men was young Tom Cragin, the son of the mountaineer who owned the still. One day the revenue men were trying to arrest the party, and they chased young Cragin out into this road. He ran down that way, and two mors officers came out into the road ahead of him.

When he saw he was surrounded, he climbed out to the point of that rock and flung himself down." Bingbrand looked surprised. "I didn't know the penalties were severe enough to warrant a man in doing that," he said. "I'm not sure that they are," replied the girl, "though long term in the penitentiary is hard enough after the free life of the mountain. But in Cra gin's case I think there were other things; there was a long story of blood shed and violence leading up to the tragedy, and perhaps he had reason to fear something worse than a prison, You don't know anything about the savage history of these mountains, Mr. Bingbrand," she added, turning her horse's head homeward.

"Nearly every family in the neighborhood is or baa been mixed up in some dreadful trouble; even our own has not escaped." She did not offer any further explanations as they rode bnc. to "The Laurels," and Bingbrand felt instinctively that it was a matter about whieh "Even then I think you are wrong," she said. "It doesn't seem possible to me that any woman could accept such a sacrifice and retain her respect for the man who made it; does it to you?" "I had never thought of it as being a sacrifice. It is more like a part of the homage which a loyal subject would give freely to the one whom he had en throned." She looked at him in doubt. "I can never tell when you are in earnest and when you are trying to be satirical." "Oh, I beg you to believe I wouldn't jest upon such a serious subject," he hastened to say.

"Then I can't understand your posi tion at all. You you write about women, and you should understand them Eeater asked Bingbrand to Etay to tea. better than that. Isn't it true that even the strongest woman prefers to look up rather than down, if her husband be noble and, brave and generally wortii looking up to?" Bingbrand winced, for had he not signed his name to a certain narrative in which the motive turned upon the theory that deep in the heart of every woman there dwells an unspoken desire to be dominated? He smiled at his un conscious mendacity and wondered why it is that a man who chances to be in love cannot, apply the wisdom of other days to the solution of his own riddles "Perhaps you are right, after all," said, musingly. "Now that you recall it, it seems quite possible that I may at one time have held and expressed such a view myself.

Your proviso, however, helps my side of the question." "In what way?" "By asking for a rare combination of virtues in the man." "How do you mean?" "You said he should be noble and brave and generally worth looking up to." "Are those qualities rare "Bare enough, I fear. I think there are not many of us who could fill the re- quirements. But to return to Miss Bradfern You think she will be on the governing hand, do you?" "Perhaps not quite that, but I'm very sure she has some shall we call thera convictions? that will make Mr. Ba leigh very uncomfortable. One of them is the idea that it is a part of her mia-sion to bring about the social recog nition of the negroes." She said "nig gers," but the provincialism bore no contemptuous accent.

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