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CHAPTER II.
Th6 other "woman seemed' not to
have heard her. Her dark eyes were
looking wistfully through tho window
townrds tho barn. "Richard favorn
father some, I think," she said, ns if
following out lior own thought, "and
lately, it seoras to mo, bo's grown
moro like htm than ever. I don't scorn
to understand him."
Aunt Jerusha nodded sagaciously.
"Richard 'ud do well enough if ho'd
give up writing poetry and got mar
ried and settle down. Ho needs a
woman to look after him."
Mrs. Dorring's thin faco flushed.
This time it was not tho heat of the
fire. "I guess, Jerushn "
Tho door of tho kitchen was flung
wido. Tho young man appeared, a
pail In each hand. "Well, well, Aunt
Jerushn, aren't you thawed out yet?"
Ho crossed the room with tho brim
ming pails and deposited them on tho
pantry floor.
There was llttlo of tho heart-broken
lover about him as he turned to tho
wido wooden sink and, dipping water
into the big tin basin, began to wash
his faco and hands. He performed his
.public toilet with the unconscious
caso of habit, dashing tho water over
his brown face nnd neck and running
,hls fingers fat back into the thick
hair. He emerged from the folds of
'the heavy crash towel, his face glow
ing and his eyes shining.
1 His presonco lighted the dim room.
(Mrs. Derrlng's face lost Its tired look;
Uncle Ebon limped cheerfully' back
from the sitting room; and as they
seated themselves at the supper tablo
the boy'B exuberant vitality gave a
touch of unity that had been lacking
before. Aunt JeruBha softoned a llttlo
townrds Uncle Eben, merely keeping
a watchful eye on him, as ono might
on an irresponsible child.
"You needn't pass him the sweet
pickles," she said.
But it was too late. The dlBh was
already In Undo Ebcn's trembling
fingers, and a brown drop had fallen
on the spotless cloth.
"I knew ho'd spill It" Sho spoke in
an impersonal, detached tone.
Uncle Eben hastily adjusted a glasB
to cover tho spot
Richard, watched tho by-play with
dancing eyes. Uncle Eben and Aunt
"If Only He'd Give Up Writing Poetry
and Get Married."
Jerushn were always irresistible. But
to-night, as he watched them, tho
smile faded. A thought had flushed
across it. Would he and Emily in
30 yearo ? Impossible. Emily's dim
ples deopened to heavy lines her
laughing eyes bohind spectacles. Ab
surd! Yet Aunt Jerusha's manlier to
Undo Eben was grotesquely like. It
all passed in an undercurrent of
thought, scarcely recognized as he
laughed and talked and played tho
part of host.
Not until the good-bys hnd been said
and tho clumsy wagon "had rattled
down tho road did he. bring tho
thought to the light and face it. He
was aloue In his room,, a small, bare
room like his life. No carpet on the
floor, no curtain at the window, but
spotlessly clean, from tho blue and
white homespun spread on the bed to
the squaro stand beside it He sat
on the edge of tho bed, one hand shad
ing his eyes from tho light of tho
small lamp, the other holding a pic
ture on which hiB eyes rested eagerly.
It was a small tintype tho face of a
young girl the eyes largo, dark, and
bright, tho hair soft and curling, the
forehead high, and tho llpa firmly
closed.
It was like, yet curiously unlike, tho
face that was looking down-at it with
eager Inquiry. These eyes, too, were
large and dark, but they were dreamy
Instead of bright; tho lips wcro full
and flexible instead of thin and close
ly set; and the broad forehead, even
when the shading hand pushed back
W te& Jp
me hair impatiently, could not bo
called high. In both dnrk faces was
a certain sturdlnoss of character. But
tho girl's face bore tho stamp of fully
developed flowers, and tho other that
of powers yet unformed.
Something was struggling in it. Tho
youth was striving blindly to hold to a
belief in his lovo for the face beforo
him. That she was lost to him ho
had accepted without struggle. But
that his love for her should go, too,
that ho should not lovo her always
his poet nature shrank from the
thought. It was sacrilege. She had
been so long enthroned in his heart
sho belonged there. Sho might be
come the wife of another man, let Ed
wards win her, she was still his. His
ideal of her should not bo torn from
lilm, Ho could not bear It It should
not bo.
And over his Idealism, nnd around
and under it, ran n conviction, a
strange certainty, that love was al
ready dead.
CHAPTER 111.
Richard was deep In the henrt of
tho woods. Tho sound of his ax rang
sharp in tho silence. Now and then
a blue-jay, startled by a heavier Blow
or a falling limb, flew with a harsh
cry to u moro distant treo. Richard
marked tho bliro and white flash,
standing for n moment with ax sus
pended, then tho blow fell again, nl
ways to the same bitter accompani
ment Tho sight of tho bird only
roused a new phaso of tho old
thought "Last year 1 shot a bluo-jay
and gave tho wings to her. Edwards
can glvo her store things prettier than
that." The blows fell again, faster
and stronger.
Presently he dropped his ax. Walk
ing to a little distance, he kneeled
down and began brushing tho snow
lightly aside. Underneath tho dark
vlne-3 of partridge-berry the bright
berries shining red among the green
lines. Swiftly ho passed his hands
across them. Tho Anger-tips seemed
alive. They raised a slender vine and
held it a moment, as If to pick It;
thoy laid it reluctantly again in Its
place. "No" ho was brushing back
the snow with quick fingers "I can't
carry them to her, and mother
wouldn't want them."
Ho stood looking up through tho
network of branches Into the clear
sky of tho winter's day. His eyes
dropped; they noted tho straight dark
trunks, the straggling underbrush,
through which the sun fell softly, the
whiteness of the snow, broken only by
shadows. Long he looked, as If he
wore bidding it all good-by; then ho
turned away and, shouldering his ax,
walked swiftly down tho snowy wood
road. For a month past tho neighbors had
been discussing tho engagement of
Emily and Edwards. They wero to bo
married In tho Bpring. Every ono
snld It was a good match for Emily.
Thoy felt Borry for Richard. Ho was
a flno fellow but too dreamy nnd
fanciful. It was a good thing that
Emily was off with him. Ho had queer
notions, 'flint poetry he wrote fOr the
Lyceum meeting about "tho red An
gers of the woodbine nt the. throat of
tho dying year" it "sounded pretty,
but it was queer too much like his
Grandfather Crane. No, he would
never got on.
He followed tho wood-road for about
half a mile. Then he left even this
slight trail and Btruck into Uie un
broken wood, making his wny through
the underbrush nnd light snow with
free, swinging step.
Ho had evidently a goal in view,
and ha emerged at last into a small
clearing. A small, time-worn house
stood a few rods away. Beyond tho
houso a long, sloping hill rose to tho
horizon, and half-wrty up tho hill an
isolated pine lifted its branches
against the sky, A barn stood a short
dlsknnco from the houso, a path con
nectlng tho two Tf there wns any
way of approach except that by which
Richard had como, it did not appear.
Ho Btriick across tho open space,
smiling as ho looked up to tho lino of
smoke rising from tho chimney "He's
home, fast enough," ho said to him
self. He scarcely waited to hear the
response to his knock before ho lifted
the latch and stood in the low door
way. An old man was sitting by tho
stove. Ho hnd paused In the act-of
putting a stick of wood In the fire,
and stood, with stove-lifter suspended,
looking expectantly towards tho door.
"Hallo. Dick," he said, nodding aa
he saw his visttor. Turning once more
to the stove? ho rapped vigorously on
the stick until It fell Into place.
Richard seemed to expect no other
welcome. He crossed the room and
seated himself on a rough, home-made
bench near the fire,
Tho old man looked at him keenly
from under shaggy gray brows as he
brushed the chips end dust from bis
hands. "Pretty cold he said at last
Richard nodded. He knew from ex
perience that the less he said himself
Seth Shook His Head as He Watched
the Listless Figure.
tho more Seth Kinney would say. Ho
picked up a plno splinter from tho
floor and began whittling it as if un
conscious of the shrewd look bent
.upon him from the other side of tho
stove.
Tho flguro that stood thero was a
curious ono. A rough gray beard and
a shock of gray hair rose above the
blue smock that reached to the tops
of heavy cowhide boots. Short
square, solid, his feet well apart, he
formed a striking contrast to the
younger man, who sat leaning heavily
forward, ono elbow resting negligently
on his knee, whltllng tho soft plno
splinter.
Seth shook his head as ho watched
tho listless figure. Ho seated himself
by the western window and took up a
book that was lying, faco down, on
tho broad sill. "How are you feeling,
Dick?" he asked abruptly.
"All right," was the answer. Si
lence fen on tho room. The old man
ran his eyo rapidly down tho page,
found the place where he had left off,
settled himself comfortably in his
chnir, and was lost in the book. Tho
fire blazed and crackled and shone
through tho chinks of the warped
stove.
Richard watched tho blaze and
waited. Tho silence was broken by
nn inarticulate sound from tho win
dow. It might be assent or it might
bo the end of a traip of thought
"What is it?" asked Richard.
Tho old man looked up absently.
"Oh still there, Dick? Just listen to
this." Ho besan to 'read from tho
brown book In his hand.
"Oh, bother!" said Richard impa
tiently. "Translato it, won't you,
Seth? What is it, anyway? I can't
understand Greek."
The old man waited a moment as If
searching for fit words, and then read
in a clear, full voico that contrasted
oddly with his uncouth appearance:
! " 'If thou art pained by any external
thing. It Is not this thing that disturbs
thee, but thy own Judgment about It;
and It Is In thy power to wipe out this
Judgment now. But If anything in thy
own disposition gives thee pain, who
hinders thee from correcting thy opinion?
And even If thou art pained because thou
art not doing some particular thing which
seems to thee to be right, why dost thou
not rather act than complain? But some
insuperable obstnele Is In the way? Do
not be grieved then, for the causo of it
not being done depends not on thee.
Therefore the mind which Is free from
passions Is a citadel, for man has noth
ing more secure to which he can fly for
refuge, and for the future Inexpugnable,
lie then who has not seen this Is nn Ig
norant man; but he who has seen It and
docs not fly to this refuge Is unhappy.' "
I "That's all bosh!" said Richard ir
ritably, "Tho follow that wrote it
never hnd anything worse to bear
than tho toothache."
Ho stopped a minute and then be
gan again abruptly, the words tum
bling out. "What can, I do? I can't
stand it I thought I'd stay homo and
flght It out But I can't. It's killing
me but I don't want to go away," he
added.
Ho had sunk again into the listless
attitude. "It Isn't worth while
nothing is worth whilo."
His companion Bald nothing, He
was watching the liBtless flguro keen
ly, as a physician might watch a rest
less patient "Have you thought of
killing yourself?" ho said nt last
The young man Btnrtcd and -flushed.
"Yes" under his breath and half
shamed "but somehow I don't dare.
But I can't bear to live either," ho
went on. "Perhaps if I could get
away from folks the way you have, I
could stand it"
The other looked up quickly. He
wnltml n mlnntn Tlinn .lin Hlinlfo with
I slow emphasis. "You're not going to
spoil your life. I'vo spoiled mine.
That's enough."
"It Isn't spoiled. You nro con
tented. You believe all that stuff
about philosophy and ypur mind being
an Impregnable citadel. Perhaps I
should, too, after awhile."
"Resignation isn't living," said the
old man bitterly. "I had power, I tell
you." Ho was Bitting erect and his
eyes flashed. "I had a mind, and be
cause a woman Jilted mo I throw it
away. I buried myself. Don't do it,
Dick," his volco had dropped, "no
woman Is worth It. Bo a man. Show
that you are mado of better stuff."
Again his volco rang out as If he were
addressing a jury. He was transfig
ured. Richard, watching, understood for
the first time what his grandfather,
Geoffrey Crane, had meant when he
used to speak of Seth Kinney's power
and of his spoiled life.
In a flash tho young man, looking
Into the future, saw himself In the
older man's place. His figure
straightened and his hand clenched.
The teeth bohind the ' square jaw
came together with even firmness,
"What shall I do?"
The older man naused a moment
"You'd better go to college," ho sdTd
at Inst. "You have Latin enough. I'll
teach you Greek and you can work up
tho mathematics by yourself. Go to
work. Work hard. Don't glvo your
self time to think. Thnt's tho wny
out"
The young man rose, shutting hU
knife with a snap. "All right, Seth."
"Walt a minute." Tho old man
mounted a chair nnd searched among
tho worn volumes on a high shelf. Ho
selected ono and, slapping tho cov
ers togothor, handed It to Dick.
"Learn tho first 20 pages," ho com
manded. "When you aro ready, como
and recite."
When Richard was outside the door
he looked at the title-page in tho fad
ing light It was "Tho Elements of
Greek Grammar Taken Chiefly from
tho Grammar of Casper Frederick
Haschonberg, 1820."
CHAPTER IV.
"You must get a man to work tho
farm on shares. He will make It pay
you better than I have. I am no farm
er." The tone had no note of dis
couragement; it had rather tho ring
of success.
Mrs. Dcrring looked up' from her
sewing. Richard had nover said
"must" to her bdfore.
"What Is the matter, Richard?"
She looked at him searchingly.
"I want to go to college. I Bhall
never do anything at farming, but I
might nt something else if I had tho
chance," Ho spoke impersonally, as
if, they wero talking of some ono else.
"Well, perhaps it is tho best thing
to do."
Mrs. Derring sowed on for a few
minutes in silence; then sho said
slowly, as if the plan wero forming
itself: "I guess Tom Bishop would
tnko tho farm on shares and they
could go to housekeeping in the Im
part The rent would bring in a lit
tle something. Ho and Mary have
wanted to go to housekeeping over
since thoy wero married." She ended
with a questioning inflection, submit
ting the plan.
Sho was not a "capable" woman.
Tho queorness of Geoffrey Crane had
descended to the daughter, nnd she
was conscious that her plans wero
often Impracticable. But 24 years of
farming life had taught her to adjust
herself to tho inevitable. Almost with
out volition her mind had "begun to
turn over ways and means to meet
this new emergency.
"I could let them have the south
chamber and the back storeroom. And
perhaps we could pack up the things
in father's room so they could havo
that."
The young man listened in surprise.
He had expected remonstrance, even
refusal. He was not prepared for such
rapid furthering of his project. He
"Well, Perhaps It Is ,the Best Thing
to Do."
was almost inclined to mnko obstacles
himself so rapidly did she plan.
"Father Crane would be pleaBed, If
he were alive, to know you wanted to
go. Ho always wanted Eben to go to
college But ho married Jerusha. They
all said ho ought to have been a
scholar. He was bright at his books.
But he was possessed to marry Jeru
sha. So father had to glvo it up. Ho
always wanted me to . go to school
more, too. It was a disappointment
to him that I married so young."
Sho sat looking thoughtfully out of
the narrow-paned window, lost In
thought of that far-off time when sho
was courted and won by Marcus Derr
ing. Richard, the Greek grammar in his
hand, stole softly out of the room nnd
climbed tho steep stairway. Ho wont
quickly down tho long hall and opened
a door at tho end. Tho room thus dis
closed was a curious one. Across one
side ran a sloping shelf, broken at
one end by a zlnc-Hned sink. Tho oth
er sides of the room were Ailed with
cabinets in which wero arranged
specimens of rock, chemicals, blow
pipes, and many curious contrivances,
tho use of which Richard could not
even guess. In this room Geoffrey
Crane had lived and dreamed and
died. Here, in the midst of his herit
age, the boy sat down to begin the
work that should make him what his
grandfather would have wished.
But instead of opening the brown
covered book he sat with it in his
hand, thinking of the new life its
thinking of the new life Its pages
were to open up to him. Life crowded
before him. College -new faces now
friends study success. And Emily
would be she would not know or
care. She would marry Edwards. She
would not know whether he succeeded
or failed. Was It worth while?
Something flashed upon him and
startled him. If she had cared, ho
should not now be planning a new life.
llKIIFii
.. vuvu.a nte oeen as nappy as
Uncle Eben," he thought with a halt
smile.
To-day he did not resent tho implied
disloyalty to his idol. Ho was not
thinking of her so much as of Lovo.
tho power that holds all men In its
grasp and bonds them to its will, till
each soul longs for nothing so much
as that Love shall take human shapa
and dwell besldo him. Dimly it flitted
before him luminous but indefinable
Ailing him with wonder, Uncle
Eben married tho woman ho loved,
and his life had been dwarfed. Seth
Kinney lost the woman ho- loved, and
his lifo was warped, distorted, and
spoiled. Was it fate? Life without
lovo was hard and cold. Ho opened
tho grammar and began to read. "Six
teen Greek letters viz.:
a, g, b, e i, 0, d, k, , w, n,p, r, s, t, a
were introduced into Phoenicia by
Cadmus fifteen hundred years before,
Christ" ,
(To be continued.)
bayardTtems.
Miss Augusta Mack of Scottsbluff
visited friends in town Monday.
Miss McKinncy spent her Christmas
vacation at Torrington, returning Sat
urday. Prof. Ralph Mnrrs visited a few days
last week with friends in Hcmingford.
Roy O'Neal is the new teacher in
Dist. No. 44.
Misses Grace and Luella Lipska,
after visiting relatives hero for a few
days, departed for Sidney.
Miss Agnes Vanatta has returned
home from the Lincoln Business Col
lege, having completed a course at
that institution.
F. E. Stearns departed for Colorado
on New Year's day to take charge of a
stock of merchandise which he has re
cently purchased.
Mrs. C. R. Conover departed Wed
nesday to visit relatives at Ogalalla.
Tom Neighbors left Monday to re
sume his studies at Wesleyan. '
Otto Johnston visited friends in
Bridgeport from Thursday till Satur
day. The community was saddened last
week by the death of Zclla Waguerx
the beautiful little daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. Will Wagner of Rcddington.
Elder Epley of York, with the as
sistance of the local pastor, is holding
revival meetings at the U B. church.
Mrs. A. Covington and children de
parted for their home in Wyoming
after spending some weeks here with
relatives.
A dance was given at Leach's hall
New Year's eve. A very pleasant
time is reported.
Carl Berkhaulter spent the holidays
in Denver.
Frank Ericson returned tho last of
the week from Bertraud and Loomis,
Nebr.
Mr. Graham of the Commissary
visited relatives in Denver last week.
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