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Decan broug! for a their them a trial t 9P oq struck could howe lawyt wiin satis ULC nc stru| BOU rickto was but for lis 1 w1 all JLud SC bel t bn,l th th 9( a W is W D RG | & on Wtr hsmss e Trove *Â¥ell me, *"‘‘That God ne," . said C see ‘theeâ€"suli suilty one. naste me, L Un INnAT. Ho U sds ) EREOTC . :. BP Ne 3. 20 2e M 0 BC ie ult C520 OB teet d [d mc prison first." ~**AmiTâ€"so great a fool, think yâ€", as o claim an evil that is not mine? An‘ «would ye keep in me the burning 0‘ wremorse when I seek to quench it? I warn thee, meddle not with the busiâ€" mess 0‘ me soul. That is between the great God an‘ me." Darrel stood to his full height. the SXLalr soul," sSdiu ns the boy‘s head wWhere I go there 3 1( )4 "What joke i rove whispered "IT sneak not l 10 w ersâ€"a roephets. Thou till am I in the **YÂ¥.ou are doin whispered, taki rison! ad e | * ht or his wed hanfAkerchief covering his head and #€alling on his back. He began with a #ore of contempt that changed quickâ€" «g into one of sharp command. ® There was a little silence, then a quick rap. ~"Gome in," Darrel shouted as he let }the chandkerchief fall upon his* face \aceain. e be onlj ed by the shock ( kward and partly yYou, you will c urC ve in spea hear rem{( a moment other‘s eye \ " . a Y‘Qp \ W%Lr, O1 nc SOl B tinket one.,. O Redef me. haste me ) s.â€" Though I go to punishment, ~I in the Blessed Isles." are doing it to save me," Trove ‘ed, taking the hand of the old "I‘ll not permit it. PM go to mbet ht t ) W the . Sss W r l § a M 1 ... o P phamet S iEA < . hath laid Yarrel stern Y x i 2 hi lC Ni re ts . as wh n "Come in h staggered, like one : of a blow, stepped ly fell on a lounge. confess and go to (U. the old man, strikâ€" "‘"think not o‘ me. be flowersâ€"lovely an‘ the bards an‘ [ go to punishment, e spoke do yol id his n ann halt lo you mean i/ his hand upon nly. .‘ "IL cannot when ,I am the er 0‘ the world, neow to punishâ€" flQ n ith t‘f n 11 )0 If where ood faith m ecan ve {1 llo ed O )1 it Y SCAY. ve it man na@uâ€" IntO a2) nce old 19 vond it ness, an thou. : j Thet is bi ti1 w hi worus c thy helj D lag the old old stairs and rap came to admit hin tened. Within the and that old famil onds trooping by, some with long s soon they were weary and pass He ran to the fo stood a moment walked slowly to looked up at the break Trove iker 1 q rueu Trox O 1 "He" offers 11 when It Wais ndll SdIid. _ . ly, many people were bei far ahead on a steep hill, light, he could see Darr ward, and sometimes the beckoning him to follow ran, but the way was them. And the tinker « "Who drains the cup of terness shall find it sw« he was alone, groping f black darkness and prei gown a S chamber of men of the ( ness and g the bl light of with ill C rubbing his eyes, "and dail nij been walking." He was in the middle of field. He went on slowly an« of weakness and lay for a his eyos closed. He could he; thunder of approaching hoof *ai+ a «illk}v‘ mmnzzle touching GOo 11 his eyos closed. 11c CULUIG LRCL LF t ie thunder of approaching hoofs; then he felt a silky muzzle touching his cheeg and the tickle of a horse‘s mane. H looked up at the animal, feeling her face and neck. "You feel like Phyllis, . but you are not Phyllisâ€"you are all | white," said the young man as he patâ€" ted her muzzle. He could hear other . horses coming, and quickly sheâ€" that . was bending over him reared with an open mouth and drave them away. She returned again, her long mane falling on his face. "Don‘t step on me," he enâ€" treated. "‘Remember in the day 0‘ judgment God ‘11 mind the look o‘ yer magster.‘ " He took hold of those long, soft threads, and the horse lifted him gently to his feet, and they walked, his arm about her neck, his face in the raveled silk of her mane. "3â€" don‘t â€"unow whose horse you are, eVen, OF where you are taking me," he said They went down a long lane and came at length to a barway, and Trove crawled through. h O 100 at you mean to say that you ars of this crime?‘ the attorney left He sawy near him, a great white house, one he had never seen before, and a beautiful lady in the doorway. He turned toward her, and it seemed a long journey to the door, although he knew it was only a few paces. He fell heavily on the steps, and the woman gave a little cry of alarm. She came 1€ i‘ I have crossed Stop, boy: it !"M s a dear. dear ch sat qs 1 rent to 1( )0 feld aL istance 11 bett h 11 rof approaching nouls, 2C silky muzzle touching his c e tickle of a horse‘s mane. un at the animal, feeling CV 1y M ness fol J doo1 W in tuere familiar x by, SOl O wD ive DC irway his inl ark and at sutr 11 s no more foot of the t hesitatin to the cow > dark and t surprise, an( ibout him and and above the St€ W ndâ€" ov 1 Iil8 id )me V )S TC€ 1110 mfC 4 not D D ere oniy si1ence und of the secâ€" with short and He knew that row faint and iore that way. the stairs and iting. Then he county jail and ind silent buildâ€" hbhe leaned upon y erw o1 for punish "Now, dis () il] U 11 r hi an( () id )1 0 llea to IC . Q1m, toilin ker ti 11 I. of a broad na soon fell ) W U 6‘r" h ut nonk to ume ir the thee said hen the of faintâ€" a broad voods in 11€ hat etween nc rowing aching )1 I h 300 ro sSal )Di 11n1, bitâ€" kly with dull n he heek He her feet quickly and bent over him. were torn, his face pale at his eyes closed. : "I am sick?" be whispered "Theron: Theron! Come ney is sick!" he heard her c "Is it you, mother?" the pered, feeling her face. "I was a great white mansio that youâ€"that you were an CHAPTER XXVIII. OR a month the young man lay burning with fever, his brain boiled in hot blood until things hideous and terrible were swarming out of it, as if it were being baned of dragons. Two months had passed before he was able to leave his bed. He remembered only the glow of an Indian suminer morning on wood and field, but en he rose they were all white with snow: "I must go," said he. . "Not yet, my boy," said Mary Allen. ‘"You are n(it strong enough." "Darrel has taken my trouble on him, and I must go." ___ "I have heard you say it often since you fell on the doorstep," said she, strokâ€" ing his hand. ‘"There is a letter from him," and she brought the letter and put it in his hands. Trove opened it eagerly andâ€"re®d as follows: Dear Sidnegâ€"â€"It is Sunday night, and all day I have been walking in the Blessed Isles. And @ne was the Blessed Isle of remembrancé? where I met thee and wo talked of aig good things. If I knew it were well with thee I should be quite happy, boy, quite happy. I was a bit weary of travel, and all the roads had grown long. I miss the tick of the clocks, but my work is easy, and I have excellent good friends. I send thee my key. Please deliver the red, tall clock to Betsy Hale, who lives O{E?e road to Waterbury hill, and kindly take that cheerful youngster # m t 22 P00 / from Conne@ticutâ€"_the one WILM, L!lG T W ~ ut case and a brass pendulumâ€"to Mrs. Henry Watgon. You remember that ill tempered Dutch thing with a loud gong ind a white dial. Please take ‘that to Harry Warner. I put some work on them all, but there‘s \srol charge. The other clocks belong to e. Do with them as thou wilt and with all that is mine. The rent is paid to April. Then kindly surrenâ€" der the key. Now, can‘ye do all this for a man suffering the just punishment of many sins? I ask it for old friendship and to increase the charity I saw growâ€" ing in thy heart long ago. At last I have word of thy father. He died a peaceful, happy death, having restored the wealth that cursed him to its owner. For his sake an thine I am glad to know it. Now between thee and the dear Polly there is no shadow. Tell her everything. May the good God bless and keep thee, but the lon§s road of happiness, that ye must seek and find. Yours truly, Rr. pARREL of the Blessed Isles. May tHC 8 but the lo! must seek L. C Trove read the letter many times, and as heé grew strong he began to think wi&gcleal'nmS» and deliberation | of his last pight in Hillsborough. Darâ€" Â¥ rel was the greatest problem of «all.. Pondering, he saw, OF thought he saw, ‘ the bottom of it. Events were coming, however, that robbed, him utterly of his conceit and all the hope it gave him. The sad lines about his father kept him ever in some doubt. A week more, fnd he was in the cutter one morning behind Phyllis on his way to Robin‘s Inn. As he drew up at the old, familiar gate the boys ran out to meet him. Somehow they were not the same boys; they were a bit more sober and timid. Tunk came with a "(Glad to see ye, mister," and took the mare. The iame stood in the doorway, smiling familiar gate the I him. Somehow the boys; they were a timid. Tunk came ye, mister," and _ widow stood in t sadly. "How is Polly?" said Trove. For a moment.there was no answer. He waiked slowly to the steps, knowâ€" ing well that some new blow was about to fall upon him. «Ghe is better, but has been very S1( Trove sat down without speaking | and threw his coat open. . "You, too, have been very sick," said Mrs. Vaughn. "Yes, very," said he. 7 "I heard of it and went to your home one day, but you didn‘t know me." "Tell me, where is Polly ?" ‘"In schoo}; and I am much worried." "Why ? "Well, she‘s Ipretty, and the young nien will not let hbher alone. There‘s one determined she shall marry him."‘ "‘Ig she engaged?” "No., butâ€"but, sir, I think she is "Poor child! Long ago she thought‘ you had ceased to love her," said the | widow, her voice trembling. | "I loved hber as I can never love | again," said he, his elbow resting on a table, his bhead leaning on his hand. He spoke calmly. "Don‘t let it"‘kill you, boy," said, she. ~"No," he answered. "A man must be greater than his trouble. I have work ; to do, and I shall not give up. May I ‘| go and see Polly 7 « "Not now," said the widow. "Give her time to find her own way. If you deserve her love it will return to you." i _ "I fear that you, too, have lost faith ‘ in me," said Trove. f "No," she answered. "But surely | Darrel is not the guilty one. It‘s all | such a mystery." A nearly "Tmsorry .. 8 she may choose lost faith in me. "Poor child! "Poor ch you had ce widow, her "I loved 14y "Mrs. Vaughn, do not suffer yourself to think evil of me or of Darrel. If I do, logse your daughter I hope I may not lote your good opinion." The young makh spoke earnestly, with wet eyes. _ sSne said the widow irtbroken e whispered faintly. ron! Come here! Sidâ€" heard her calling. other?‘ the boy whisâ€" er face. "I thought it hite mansion here and m were an angel." over him. His clothes ace pale and haggard, said Trove. "Not that > another, but that she y night, and all in the Blessed Blessed Isle of et thee and we s,. If I knew it should be quite t‘ I was ia bit _the roads had pvemcici i riatim se ; gong nat to i them other em as .. The ard sxitinanif tm sointrncinmmmendud "I shall ;iot think evil of you," said the woman. o R Trove stood a moment, his hand upon the latch. "If there‘s anything I can do for you or for Polly," said: he, "I should like to know ‘it. Let‘s hope for the best. Some day you must let me come and"â€" he hesitated, his voice failing him for a momentâ€""and play a game of checkâ€" ers," he added. Paul stood looking up at him sadly, his face troubled. s "It‘s an evil day when the heart of a child is heavy," said Trove, bending over the boy. "What is the first law, Paul? boy q1 h« be 0 mouth "Joe Beach is goin‘ t0 Tunk went on presently. "I advised him to st1 Trove answered. _ * "He‘s gone off t‘ sch« an‘ is workin‘ like a W« purty rambunctious till to lead." They. rode then to the LOOL OE XRC 1111l in silence. "Seems so everything has changed," Tunk added as he left the cutter. "EHZ Tower has crossed the Fadden bridge. Team run away an‘ snaked him over. They say he don‘t speak to his hosses now." 1 11 Trove went on thoughtfully. Some of Tunk Hosely‘s talk had been as bread for his hunger, as & harvest, indeed, giving both seed and sustenance. More clearly than ever he saw before him the great field of life where was work and the joy of doing it. ks And who is the great mastet Yourself." + CHAPTER XXIX. ROVE sat in council with Mary and Theron Allen. He was now in debt to the doctor. He needed money also for clothâ€" ing and boots and an enterprise all had been discussing. Thou shalt learn to obey ulyu give said Allen. No Trove sat in T presently ° Allen The woman $ brought them to Tu bedroom. the wool, © all been fu 11 1€ ‘*You‘re as so are they. country, but to have an € look as fine "You‘re as good as gold, mother, and so are they. It‘s grand to wear in the country, but I‘m going away and ought to have an extra good suit. I‘d like to look as fine as any of the village boys, and they don‘t wear homespun. But I‘ll have plenty of use for it." Next day he walked to Jericho Mills and paid the doctor. He went on to Milldam, buying there a handsome new outfit of clothing. Then he called to see the president of the bankâ€"that one which had set the dogs of the law on him "Â¥ou know I put $3,000 in the bank of Hillsborough," said Trove when he sat facing the official. "I took the money ; there, believing it to be mine. If, however, it is yours, I wish to turn it over to you." him in the ings here said Tunk. "It is not our money," said the presiâ€" dent. "That bundle wa‘s sent here, and we investigated every billâ€"a great task, for there were some 300 of them. Many are old bills and two the issue of banks gone out of business. It‘s all a very curious problem, They would not have received this money, but they knew of the robbery and suspected you at once. Now we believe absolutely in your honor." o TC "I shall put that beyond all quesâ€" tion," said Trove, rising. IIe took the cars to Hillsborough. There he went to the Sign of the Dial and built a fire in its old stove. The clocks were now hushed. He found those Darrel had written of and deâ€" livered them. Returning, he began to ; wind the cherished clocks of the tinker | to Well, I . bring TC was a m t Di n the 1 boy happy M 11 to put it 11 er, I can‘t take it," said the: "I owe you. more now than. ay. I shall have to sell the a great trial to me, butâ€" ; better than horses." e a surprise for you," said g a roll of cloth from the ‘Those two old maids spun nd I woxe it, and, see, it‘s s good as s At‘ s gra t I‘m goil extra goo vou in thoughtful silence, and llen went out of doors. i got her savings and n to her son. ¢£93. an‘ it may help you," ‘e maple was hbharping wind.. Trove went for unk rode down the hill cutter. t n ioment oth ence n es 0 0 eT S to V( u he entiy CU school at a Weaver. the foot of wItD follk n 00 for 1 ( was 111 study medicine," > n iat they used t command our of what you said a man in the it a leetle careâ€" dum fool as heard that Teeâ€" wful. Great ve be nd n, an. ow : i "A m Never was ‘ doin‘ n« rst kicked | an‘ I d U . He broke said the he USs 1 loctor, the hill Idenly er his ea ( illda m mare, was him â€"old ones he had gathered here and there‘in his wanderingâ€"and to start their pendulums. One of them, a tall clock in the corner with a calendar dial, had this legend on the inner side of its door: THIalted in memory of & good man, Its hands pointing to the moment of his death, Its voice hushed in his honor. Trove shut the door of the old clock and hbhurried to the public attorney‘s office, where he got the address of Leâ€" blanex He met many who shook his hand warmly and gave him a pleasant word. He was in great fear of meetâ€" ing Polly and thought of, what he should do and say if he came face to face with her. Among others he met the school principal. "Goming back to work?" the latter inquired. "No, sir, I‘ve got to earn money." __ "Â¥e need another teacher, and TL recommend you." "I‘m much obliged, but I~ couldn‘t come before the fall term," said Trove. "I‘ll try to keep the place for you," said his friend as they parted. Trove came slowly down the street, thinking how happy he could be now if Darrel were free and Polly had only aoi~n@4 "himâ€".‘ Naar the Sign of the Trove C thinking 1 Darrel w trusted 1 Dial he n ing, ‘"are uNO' 1 ; remel the w fire 0 ‘"Waa!l with th was out in the dooryard come along. ‘"You‘re Jol says he to the boss. ‘An‘ so,‘ says the boss. I don member the name he giv ped to think. o quired "HMe was. | whiskers an‘ breeches an‘ thought. . "Did you tell the: tinker about your boss the night we were all at Robin‘s Inn last summer?" "I told him the whole story, an‘ he pumped me dry. 14 answer him an‘ he‘d holler ‘Very well,‘ an‘ shoot anâ€" other question at me." story «CGouldn‘t tell ye just what happenâ€" ed. They went off int‘ the house. Nex* dAay the boss toI" me he wa‘n‘t no longer a poor man an‘ was goin‘ t‘ sell his farm an‘ leave for Californy. In a tavern near where we lived the stranger died. sudden that night, an‘" the funeral was at our house, an‘ he was buried there in ITowy." â€" Trove walked to the bench and stood. a moment looking out of the window. "Strange!" said he, returning presâ€" ently, with tearful eyes. ,"Do you reâ€" member the date?" September." Trove turned, looking up at the brazen dial of the tall clock, It indicatâ€" ed 4:30 in the morning of Sebt. 19. «"Were there any with him when he died?" "Yes; the tavern keeper; it was som6, kind of a stroke, they told me." "And your bossâ€"did he go to Califorms nia?" Trove asked. "Ife sold the farm an‘ went to Cali« forny. I worked there awhile, but the boss an‘ me couldn‘t agree, an‘ s® I pulled up an‘ trotted fer home." 1 PEqup n CS TB s Veaaii .o 4: c "Well, Thurst, : (Anadcndatsiati"ias. Sb mm Eoamcat s "To what part of California dik Thompson go?" "tfadn‘t no idee where he would stick his stakes. He was goin‘ int‘ the gol® business." e )( in you The taltt etock indicated 4 asa Friday, ‘bout the middle 0o‘ s. a big man, with white an‘ bhair, an‘ he wore light n‘" a short, blue coat." the friend of Darrel,"" Tfove )ne Neal describe To Pe Continued. ston Tilly. Trove ingu ny who shook his ive him a pleasant reat fear of meetâ€" ught of, what he if. he came face to n« others he met LV ) to h eo on with your t yElje~ 1€ give him*? «11 bench and stood of the window. returning presâ€" es. ,"Do you reâ€" 1t red. farmin‘. old stairâ€" I wan‘t a story, Do you night in v in the ‘ t do n rove in= lly turnâ€" > 99 stopâ€"