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Dr. Firm read out every word of the kind, to keep him up until he could reach letter without comment. Without speak- a place where he could rest, he began to ing he refolded it, returned it to the shout out the chorus of a college song, envelope, and sat a full moment, his large His voice was clear and strong, and peneeyes fixed on the carpet.

trated freely through the lonely highway. His sister aroused him.

Suddenly a noise behind caused Morton "Well, Benny, what will you do?” to turn about in time to see the apshe questioned. " You'll send the boy proach of a traveling-coach, the driver of some money, won't you?”

which was urging his horses through the “Of course I will!” he said, and heavy sand at their utmost speed. straightway went off to forward funds As the carriage rushed past, the youth to the teacher of English in a German caught sight of a face and heard sounds school.

that caused him to follow the carriage Mean while there came a vacation, in with what haste he might. He had due course, in the school mentioned. managed to keep in sight of the vehicle Morton had secured a trifling sum in the for a half mile, when there came into course of his teaching. Upon depositing view the same building to which Mr. and his watch with the head of the school, he Mrs. Cloud had drawn near months bereceived a certain sum for that, and thus fore. equipped he started on a pedestrian trip Now, Morton had been distinctly told of two hundred miles. By the time of by a person that morning that no instihis return he trusted to get a letter from tution for the insane existed within many Dr. Firm.

miles of the place, and he was urging He had taken care to inform himself himselfon to get fifty miles further, where, of the exact locality of every asylum for he had been informed by the same person, the insane in the region he intended to was an asylum with a great number of pass through; but Morton Cloud was al- English patients. together too young in years, and too Morton witnessed at a distance the transparent in soul to make use of the struggles of the man he had seen in the art which an elder person would have carriage, as he was overcome by his atdone to effect the given object. He never tendants and carried in. He saw the for a moment imagined that his fellow- great doors shut and the coach pass on. man could be guilty of keeping his mo- There came through the roadside ther concealed from her son, therefore he thicket a white-haired boy of not more went boldly to the entrances of the asy- than seven years. The boy had been lumns and desired to see the persons in tending sheep, and was anxious to get charge. He had sought his mother in home to his supper. Morton hailed the similar places until a dumb kind of an- little fellow, and asked him in German swer seemed to precede the reply, invari- what building he saw, pointing to the ably given, that his mother was not there. large house in view.

One day he had traveled from early “Bad place, sir-very," said the boy. morning over a wild region, whose in- "I run to get by afore the dark catches habitants were few and poor. He had me," and he would have run on had not been directed to take it as the shorter Morton held him back. way to reach a certain town in the north- "Boy! I want to know what it is,” ern part of Germany.

he said, “and you must tell me." He had dined poorly and early, and " The folks there roll their eyes, and had not broken his fast for hours.

swing their arms, and talk queer," said Night was drawing near, and his vital Seven Years. “O let me go afore it gets forces were so far spent that he could dark; I'm afraid of them folks." have thrown himself down under the “Do you live near here?cover of a thicket of fir-trees and slept. “No! a good bit, and across the lake. Feeling the need of excitement of sɔme My sister that's Minnie, will be tired

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waiting in the boat to row me over the In a short time the lake was reached, lake. Don't go to that place, it's bad, but no boat was seen. They wandered very, all bad—maybe they won't let you along the shore until the time grew near out again.” And the boy went on a little to darkness, and still neither boat nor way, then he ran back, saying, “Are you Minnie appeared. Suddenly the boy going up to the village to-night, sir." started off in a certain direction, and

"Perhaps I may, why?" inquired Mor- Morton, following him, found him talking ton.

to a man, whom he instantly recognized, “Because maybe you'd take a little bit by the boy's description, as the doctor. of a letter for somebody just as well as No sooner had the doctor espied Morton me. See! I've all blistered up my feet to- than he went hastily to the place where day tending sheep, and it's so far to the he waited and demanded his right to be village."

intruding on that shore. Morton scarcely “Well, my boy, where's the letter then? regarded the words he used when he I'll promise to put it all right."

again heard the accents of the English "O dear!" said the boy, “that's too language. bad, a great much too bad, but I haven't Oh, sir !” said Morton, “will you got the letter yet, it isn't give to me. please tell me if you have among your She said she'd come and walk by the lake patients a lady from America, Mrs. to-night. She is a nice one-she don't Cloud ?" roll her eyes, nor snap her teeth, nor do "What right have you to inquire ?' any of them awful noises either. I likes asked the doctor, in tones that would her, I do."

have made most men throb with a heart“And she is going to meet you down quake. by the lake to-night, you say. Then I “What right, sir!" repeated Morton; will go with you and see her maybe," "the right I have because she is my said Morton.

mother, and I have searched everywhere He'll be along somewhere, he most al. I know to find her." ways is, and I don't believe he will let you “Young man," said the doctor, "have see her; but you can come along, and you any proofs of your identity to offer ? Minnie will put you over the water, and Even were Mrs. Cloud here, how could I that's a nearer way to the village," said accede to your demand, having no proof the boy.

that you had a right to make inquiry." “ Who is he, my boy?”

Oh, sir! I am so sorry; but if she “He is the doctor; the little man were here you would know me by my 'thout any hair on top of his head. He resemblance to her.” lets this one walk on the bank, and once he A sound of oars smote their hearing. let her take a row with Minnie and me." “It's Minnie coming," said the boy.

During the questions and answers given The doctor took a peculiar whistle from the child had been hurrying along the his pocket and sent backward toward the walk, keeping a nervous lookout toward asylum notes from it. He then ordered the huge building he feared so greatly. Morton from the spot, threatening to When they had passed it in safety, he have him arrested and confined for insaid confidentially, “I'm always aseard truding on private grounds, but Morton's to get by there. I think some of 'em is eyes were fixed on the row-boat nearing coming out the windows to gobble me the shore.

There she is-in with Minnie now!" “Did you ever know any one that said the boy. was gobbled up?" asked Morton, with a It was almost dark, but the figures on serious air.

the sands could be seen. The doctor “Oh, you ought to hear 'em talk, and I looked around for help, none was in wonder if you wouldn't run too,” said sight. He raised his cane and was about

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the boat rang along the shore, “Morton! you go back there I shall never be able Morton, my boy-itis my Morton!” Mor- to rescue you, all the toil and trouble I ton sprang forward and plunged into the have had will be for nothing. He told lake. He was a good swimmer, and her how destitute he was, how destitute without permitting the boat to draw he had been, and put before her the denear the shore he gained it, and three spair that would follow him if she insistminutes later the doctor stood helplessed on keeping a nise so foolish,“ one,” with a hundred feet of water between he added, “ that no man would have himself and his patient.

made." "Morton, Morton!” gasped Mrs. Cloud, At length Minnie gathered up the oars, "don't go on! don't go on! You do not and in good stont German accents signiknow what you are doing."

fied that she was going. “Yes I do, mother, I am carrying you “I shall go back, Morton," said Mrs. away from this place forever. I have Cloud, "if not on the first opportubeen looking for you too long to let nity.” you go now." Minnie began to cry and Morton regained the oars and slowly to utter powerful plaints in the German turned the boat about. The party on the tongue about her poor brother left on the bank kept breathless silence as the dip bank.

of the oars drew near. At a safe distance from pursuit, Morton Mrs. Cloud was the first to land. She drew in his oars to listen to his mother's stepped from the boat the instant it touchwords.

ed, and a step or two brought her face to “ Morton," she said, “I promised not face with the irate little doctor. to run away without fair warning, and I "I have returned because I would not cannot tell a lie. Go back! Go back.. tell you a lie,” she said. Give me up now and trust to the future "Madam," he repled, “this is the first to restore my liberty."

proof of an unsound mind I have seen in Night grew to darkness and still the you. Take my arm if you please.” little boat lingered on the lake. Mrs. “Doctor, my son is here, let me preCloud determined to go back, and Morton sent him," she said. Morton bowed, trying to convince her of her folly, while but made no response other than the shouts and commands for their return bow. were borne across from the bank. Great “Young man," said the doctor, “come was the excitement in the asylum. A with me and I will furnish you with more patient had escaped, and not a boat was comfortable clothing." at hand for the capture.

"Don't go," whispered the boy, "they'll "Mother!” at last said Morton, “if gobble you up maybe, and I like you."


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THE BURGOYNE HOUSE. Albany is still a queer old place, and sharp enough to split a log upon, and shows some oddities of the olden time. full of groceries. No question it was a A few years ago, and it was full of all brave mansion in its day, the residence sorts of Dutch tumble-down places, of the captain of the garrison, or at least squatty houses with sharp-terraced roofs, the mayor, albeit it boasts of naught laughable gables, with the one turret but strings of sausages and onions, and cocked like a turned-up nose at the apex “such like gear," now. It is the only of the roof, and with the date of the one in the street. Yankee enterprise erection in iron letters. There is an old looking askew at Dutch stolidity has fabric now in North Pearl Street, with every now and then swept away the old the black iron-lettered date on the small Dutch relics, till but few survivors “of the Holland bricks (brought over as ballast good old days” are left. Instead of the when Albary was Beaverwyck), a roof Dutch burgher and sturdy vrow, we have


the fine gentleman and mincing belle; either side. Cattle were grazing in the the “stoop," with door parting in the meadows, and colts rambling, with trees middle, and the brass knocker, shaped scattered over the surface of the meadows. like a beaver or dog's head, have given The landscape, touched with red and gold place to the stone steps, and polished was smiling, and the river reflected red silver bell and door-plate. “Where be clouds and blue sky. Sloops were lazily the" meadows now, and the palisade, and drifting with the tide; here and there a the stone fort on the hill, and its stone snub-nose penangua glided past, with its guns or “steen-stucken?" You might as one broad sail spread to catch the sunwell ask where the modesty, and honesty, down wind. A bateau from the Mohawk and industry of former times are hiding. was creeping down, with its red-sleeved

One relic of other days, however, “still boatmen poling it onward, pushing lives"—the Burgoyne House. It is at with their shoulders along the narrow the intersection of North Lansing Street platforms inside the heavy, clumsy craft. with North Broadway. An old-looking Altogether it was a busy scene and fabric is it, with an elm battered as with lovely. The purple haze of the season was a thousand storms, yet bearing on its thickening around the horizon, filming the broad stem, and lopped, sturdy limbs still near distances, while the woods winked a wreath of green foliage.

through golden gauzes. The bells of the How came it named “The Burgoyne little city were ringing, intermingling House?”

pleasantly with the cattle-bells of the * There's a battle going on somewhere!'' pastures. The gilded vanes, in shapes of said Dirk Steenkirk, the tailor, in Octo- sturgeon, codfish, and crowing roosters ber, 1777, laying his ear to the ground. glittered, and the opposite hills were I thought I heard the sound before. bathed in soft brilliance. Shrieking and It can't be an earthquake, I think; the whistling black urchins were driving jar is not heavy enough! There it is home the lowing and loitering cows, the again. It must be some great battle or sleek coats of which gleamed like silk. other. I guess Gates has met Bur- Here and there a little imp, black as Satan, goyne away up north."

was urging a shaggy colt to a swift gal“I always thought your ears were lop by the halter, grinning like a catfish long, Dirk,” said old Dominie Schnaaps, as he clung tight as a glove, bare-backed, chuckling ; "but, I must say, I didn't on the sharp ridge of the animal's body, think they stretched from Albany up to- the colt now and then launching out his ward Saratoga."

unarmed heels in the vain hope of dis“It may not be Saratoga,” said honest mounting his tormentor. Groups of feDirk," he may have met Burgoyne closer male gossips were on the " stoops," or to home. At all events, there's a battle standing in the doorways, the upper and going on somewhere, certain."

lower leaves of which were swung wide “I can't say I hear anything," said the open. Numbers of honest burghers, Dominie, stooping his ear in turn to the with clay pipes long as yard-sticks, wearground. “Stop, though, I do hear a ing broad buttons, and breeches with sound; I vow I think it's the sound of knee-buckles, that shone in the low light cannon too. I believe with you, Dirk, as if made of the precious metal itself, Gates is fighting Burgoyne.”

talked“ Ya, mynheer," and "Nein, myn"We'll hear in a few days," responded heer,” and spoke of Gates and Burgoyne, Dirk, and they separated.

and the chances of a battle; for all were The conversation occurred at the corner not gifted with the keen ears of the tailor of the two streets mentioned. It was at and the Dominie. A sweet scene and a sunset, and the broad meadows on either peaceful was Albany that soft September side were glowing in the rays of the level evening-sweet as a pinkster blossom, sun, The two streets were merely and peaceful as the glassy Hudson creepwide grassy lanes, with wooden fences ing on its watery way to the ocean.

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