strangeness of everything at Colwyn; and never looked at anything. Perhaps he so long as he did not interfere with us, disliked to see how shabby all his belong. what did it matter? But as it happened ings had become. He was a magistrate, that very morning, war was declared be we heard that morning for the first time; tween him and Gladys.

and it also came out that he was going to As I said, our grandfather had not be away the whole day at a meeting in hitherto taken much notice of us. That the nearest town. As soon as he was morning it seemed as if he thoroughly took gone, I slank off towards the garden with. in Gladys for the first time. He looked at out looking at Gladys; but very soon I her in a fixed, considering way, followed heard the bang of the garden door in the with his eyes the motions of her tall, rather wall, and recognized Hoel's bark, and a full figure, drew some conclusion or other clear tone or two reached me Gladys's from his observations perhaps was voice talking to him. After that I pushed struck, as I had been, by the combined my way through bushes of guelder-rose freshness and ripeness about her whole and seringa and laburnums, all shabby person. For want, I suppose, of anything and seeded by this time, past many trail. else to say, Gladys announced during the ing thorns of sweet-brier, until I came to meal (silent for the most part, as all our the only part of the garden which bore the meals had been at Colwyn) that she was least resemblance to the "sweet, trim going to walk over the hills to a certain place” of mother's stories. This was a village she mentioned five or six miles straight grass walk between rows of roseaway.

trees. It was hedged in by taller shrubs It might have been Gladys's indepen- on either side, and was beautifully sheldent tone that irritated Mr. Colwyn. It tered and quiet. At one end of the walk had not surprised me; I know Gladys's there was a summer-house, from which, way. She is not really wilful – not more looking through the rose-trees, one saw than any one ought to be. Instantly our the upper windows of that half of the grandfather insisted that Gladys should house which stood the highest. At that not go as she had said ; that the roads time of the year the summer-house was a were not safe for a young girl to walk so bower of honeysuckle, whose flowers hung far alone. He could not have said any. over and round it in bunches. I walked thing less likely to turn Gladys from her down the grass walk towards this resting. purpose. " It was absurd to make any place, lingering as I went to enjoy the difficulty about it,” she answered; "but, sunshine and drink the sweetness of the for company's sake, she would take Hoel air. The feeling of the rest here, and the with her." Hoel was a bloodhound of consciousness I still had of the combat in our grandfather's, and Gladys had made Gladys's mind, struck me with a sense of friends with him. Perhaps the very fact contrast, and then suddenly I felt as if I of her having done so was another offence had slipped back into the lives of another to his old master, whose irritation rose pair — the brother and sister whose his. into passion at Gladys's last remark. His tory had been divided between the same eyes literally flashed fire, and I was more combats and the same rest. On such a puzzled than ever about his eyes. They morning as this, I thought to inyself, our looked dead generally, cased over as if mother in this very same place was shaken there was no passage through them either by the same tremor that troubles me toway; now the fire leaped through. I won- day-conscious of a gathering contest of dered Gladys didn't give in. There, in. wills, dreading it, taking pause of serene deed, the old ogre was revealed to us. It enjoyment as I am doing this moment be. was grand to see how quiet Gladys kept tween the storms; and then the tension under his torrent of words; she didn't dropped a little, and I called up a day all flare up; she just took no heed of him at clear from dawn to sunset, and breathed all, and I knew by that what she intended the joy of the children, open, undisturbed. to do.

"On such a day,” I exclaimed, and I Mr. Colwyn was not a busy man. He stood for a moment to take in all the lounged away the greater part of the lovely surroundings, “mother walked be. mornings in his study, library, or smok. tween the rose - trees with a - frozen ing-room, whatever one might call his corpse ! ” The image came suddenly own peculiar den. He was something of across my mind, and the outward sunshine a reader, I believe. Sometimes he would could not overpower it. So I hurried on have his bailiff in to talk to, and some to the summer-house and sat down there times he wandered about the place; but and tried not to think any more. he kept his head down out of doors, and little time I became absorbed watching a


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family of wrens fitting in and out of the the gable window drooped or fluttered as honeysuckle bush ; but by degrees my the breeze rose or feil, all alone. The thoughts went back to the shock which hand that fixed it in its station left it there the intrusion of that death-image had given - the face vanished. After all, it was me, and I pondered on the wonder of un- only a fichu or tippet belonging to one of folded destiny. If mother could have seen the maids, I thought, hung out to dry; but on even one such day as this the image my at first it had seemed to me to be a vignette brain bears now — if she could have belonging to some little history. known what the bud of Llewellyn's life Gladys came back from her walk in was going to unfold into – and to think immense spirits. The expedition had that God knows the whole always – all at been a great success.

She had made aconce, one may say. And I thought it is quaintance accidentally with, she assured like this. We are like persons travelling me, the jolliest family, living at Rhoscoin a train or carriage, who look out from a lyn, half-way between Colwyn and the vilwindow upon the country as they pass, lage she had walked to in the morning. seeing just as much as can be taken in at They were rather the great people of the one time by the framed space; we see neighborhood, we found out afterwards; things in succession. But any one who but all Gladys knew then was that they looks from a height at rest sees the whole were coming to call upon us and meant to simultaneously. And what is true of place ask us to go and see them. “They don't is true of time. I turned this thought over like our grandfather,” Gladys said. “I in my mind as I sat under the honey, am sure of that by the way they spoke of suckles, looking towards the house without him. Well, no more do ́I now.” Just seeing, until at last I found that I was then I was listening nervously for the re. watching something take place at a win- turn of Mr. Colwyn. dow in the gable end of the higher roof. We waited an hour at least for dinner The window had been opened since I be- that evening, and, after all, had it alone. gan to look —- the lattice having been Our grandfather brought some one home fastened far back, and a figure inside the with him, whom he took into his private room had passed to and fro several times room, and we were left to ourselves. in front of the open space. As I began to ." My luck, you see, child,” Gladys was be conscious of this, the figure came face- saying to me as, the dinner having been ways to the lattice, and stood there oppo- cleared away, and fruit put on the table site where I was sitting. The window was (the custom of having dessert was new too far away for me to see the face dis, since we came; Gladys had wrung the tinctly. It looked small and white, I concession from Miss Hughes, the house. thought, and there was some kind of head- keeper), we had turned our chairs, facing dress that formed a setting to the face. each other sideways, to the open window, Presently I could see that the hands of and were beginning to enjoy the dusky the person were busied with something, hour, too light for candles and too dark and that the arms leaned a little way over for anything but talk. “Just my luck,"? the window-sill; a small stick was fastened Gladys was saying, when — the diningin the wall below the sill, and then one room door opened. Gladys put the cherry hand unrolled from round the stick a back on her plate she was going to eat, small white flag. A light breeze caught it and turned to look who was coming in. i quickly, and floated the flag out to its full could not have looked for the world, size. It was fringed with lace, and looked though I might have guessed that the like a large muslin handkerchief or veil feathery sound made by that entrance such as any one might use to cover a could not have heralded Mr. Colwyn. baby's face in the air. I remembered to Tripping footsteps and a gentle rustling have once seen a kerchief, beautifully soft came out of the darkness of the doorway and dainty, laid away amongst mother's into the room towards where we were sitpretty things, and hearing mother say it ting, a chair was moved and placed be. had been used for her when she was a tween us, facing the window, and we were baby. I always pictured to myself a lady's a party of three. hand decked with rings like mother's Poor little grandmother, that was the spreading this handkerchief over the face first time we saw her; it was the begin. of a little baby, and I used to say, “ That ning of our knowing that we had a grandmust have been grandmother's hand.” mother. Gladys had been watching her But we never heard anything about our all the time since the door opened until grandmother, so there was nobody in my she sat down between us. "I watched imagination to fit the hand. The flag from | Gladys, and the expression of her face



puzzled me; she was not frightened by been, but only by the Welsh name of the surprise, — she looked disgusted, 1 Gladys. This, however, she did not bethought, as she was used to look when lieve. Her own name was Gabrielle, she unwelcome visitors intruded; or was it said, and the beautiful granddaughter was something in the appearance of the new- certain to have been called after her or comer that disgusted her? When, at last, after the beautiful mother. I looked for myself at our guest, I felt as The evening grew darker as we talked, if I were opening a book and reading a and grandmother's spirits seemed to in. history which I had known all along, or i crease with the darkness. At the begin. should say now it felt as if my conscious ning of our conversation she had asked and sub-conscious selves had run up questions chiefly, and listened to Gladys against one another and were staying to- and me; by-and-by she began to make gether with me for a long waking moment. confidences to us, commonplace enough at

The face I looked into as into an open first; stories of Mr. Colwyn's temper and book was small and white; the features tyrannical ways, complaints of servants, were small, all but the eyes; the little and of the difficulties she had in getting person belonging to the face was surpris. her clothes made as she liked them; then ingly fragile. I did not take in the details there came a sort of recklessness into her of the dress our grandmother had on that talk, and suddenly she drew her chair a evening, but the grotesqueness of the little forward, and leaning over close to whole appearance left a picture in my me, said, in a loud whisper, " You wouldn't mind that always seems to belong to her. know it by just looking at them, but they She had a white scarf or kerchief thrown are all murderers, from Mr. Colwyo dowoacross her head, and a thick band of some wards. Every morsel of food they bring thing. black was drawn across her fore- me is poisoned ; fortunately I can detect head. The effect of the head-gear was to it, so I baffle them, you see, for a time.” increase the largeness of her dark eyes, There was a pause after she had said this, the poor eyes that had an unmistakable for we were too much puzzled to answer craze in them. She turned her face from her. In a moment or two the moon rose one of us to the other and back again, as above the trees and shone down upon us if she were looking for something she through the open window. I shall never could not find, and at last her eyes rested forget the wistful, helpless expression on Gladys and then she laughed. It was on Grandmother Gabrielle's face, as she the sort of laugh that rings like base pushed her chair back again and looked metal, false, for there was no mirth in it. up in the moonlight. Then there came a I could see that it made Gladys shrink, knock at the dining room door, and grandbut I was too much interested to mind the mother started violently, and got up and discordance.

crossed the room and left us, and we heard “Don't you know me?" the little lady her disputing with some one outside, and said at last, still looking at Gladys. “An- two sets of footsteps died away along the toinette, my beautiful darling," and she passages together. put out her hand and touched Gladys's “ Madeleine, let us go up-stairs to bed hair. Gladys couldn't help it, she started - anywhere to be by ourselves,” Gladys away from the touch and held her head cried, and there was a tremor in her voice out of reach. Then the little lady laughed as she spoke. “I can't bear this sort of again and looked at me. “Proud," she thing. Oh, I do hope she won't come said, “like my Antoinette; and quite bothering, us again ! Madeleine, what right too, a beautiful girl has a right to shall we do if she comes after us?" be proud, she is a queen. You are not a I knew what was in Gladys's mind. beauty, my dear,” she added as she Our sad memories were crowding upon scanned my face; “ you've got nothing to us in this desolate place. be proud of. Are you the child of my to bed, let us try to forget this evening. Antoinette too? Are you two really sis- Why, this is worse than grandfather, a ters?” Gladys answered for me in her thousand times worse." blunt way, saying something about my Gladys began to cry. I didn't feel at being better and cleverer than she was. all inclined to cry; on the contrary, I But our grandmother only shook her head wanted to find out more about Grandand laughed, and would have none of me. mother Gabrielle, but I fell in with

After that we talked about our mother, Gladys's mood, and we ran up to our for we had both taken in by that time who rooms and locked the outer door and our visitor was. We told her that Gladys lighted candles. Then I made Gladys was not christened as our mother had | tell me of her adventures out of doors,

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and about her new acquaintances; and we next day, that the trouble about grandplanned where we should receive them mother was the worse of the two, and she when they called, and how we would make has always said so; but then Gladys was the drawing-room look a little less shabby, not afraid of Mr. Colwyn. "Afraid of and that we should put flowers about, and him, Madeleine,” she said to me, after coax Miss Hughes to give afternoon tea one of his outbursts of tyrannical anger. to our visitors. It was the sort of talk “Afraid of him? No; 1'despise him too that felt like putting on cheerful every.day much.” And Mr. Colwyn himself felt clothes after being at a funeral. We this, and it was he who quailed before her. managed to get a good laugh out of it at He seemed to understand ever after the last, and by-and-by settled for the night. day of their first quarrel that Gladys knew

By Gladys's stillness I knew that she his secret vice. I don't think it troubled soon fell asleep; but the first twittering him to guess whether I knew about it or of the birds began in the July morning not, he always ignored me. before I had closed my eyes. There had But if Gladys did not fear our grandbeen no noises in the house through the father, there was one person in the house sbort night, and I thought at first when I whom she could never close round or use, heard a door down below open and shut, who fairly baffled her — and that one was and then the front door do the same, and Eleanor Hughes, the housekeeper. The then a sound of people on the stairs, that history about her came out by degrees; it the servants were about early, perhaps it was told to me, not to Gladys, and Gladys was wasbing-day. By that time in my life never knew it all, for I folded down that I had had many dreadful surprises, but I leaf in the family record, and kept the scarcely think any one of them had shaken memory of it secret. It troubled me for me more than did the surprise of the next a long time, but now I have really forgotfew moments. There was such a curious ien most of the details. Gladys could halting about the sounds I heard, and at never understand what she called last a noise so like that of a fall, that, noteanor's cheek,” and try as much as she able to bear the suspense of ignorance could to put the housekeeper down, she any longer, I got up, and opening the bed- never succeeded in doing so. My instincroom door cautiously, for fear of disturb. tive dislike to her developed into a welling Gladys, went to the head of the stairs. grounded abhorrence. E. KEARY. Our grandfather was sitting, dressed as in the morning, upon the landing, leaning back agaiost Miss Hughes's kneeling fig.

She was trying to support him, and just as I came, she, having her back to me,

From The Contemporary Review.

ARISTOTLE AS A NATURALIST. not seeing me, began to speak to him. I couldn't believe my senses; she called him HAVING had occasion of late years to horrid names, she upbraided him, she make myself acquainted with the observascolded and taunted him as if he had been tions and ideas of ancient writers upon her inferior and she a hard mistress. But matters connected with natural history, for all her scolding, she could not make and having been thus more than ever imhim get up. He was helplessly drunk. My pressed by the unique position which in first impulse was to steal back to my room this respect is held by Aristotle, it apand lock myself in, and leave Miss Hughes pears to me that a short essay upon the to fight her battle with Mr. Colwyn as best subject may prove of interest to readers she could. I hated her so for the way she of various kinds. Therefore, as far as spoke to him. I felt as if I couldn't help space permits, I will render the results of ber. I almost hated him too ; but he was my own inquiries in this direction; but as our grandfather; he was a gentleman, and it is far from an easy task to estimate with she - a common person to speak to justice the scientific claims of so prehim so! In spite of myself, however, I scientific a writer, I shall be greatly obliged came down to the landing and stood be- to more professed students of Aristotle if side the housekeeper, and put my strength they will indicate – either publicly or prito hers, and between us we got him on his vately - any errors of factor of judgment feet, and led him to his room, and there, I into which it may appear that I have fallen. suppose, she put him to bed. When I was alone again I faced resolutely the Aristotle died B.C. 322, in the sixty-third discoveries of that day. Our grandmother year of his age. As a personal friend and was insane, Mr. Colwyn was a drunkard. devoted pupil of Plato — who, in turn, was

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was at an early age brought under the im- in this direction has come down to us, it mediate influence of the best thinking of is still regarded as one of the best treatises antiquity. Nevertheless, although enter that has ever been written on the subject. taining a profound veneration for his mas- His “Ethics,” “ Rhetoric," and “ Logic," ter, like a true devotee of truth he did not also, still present much more than a merely allow his mind to become unduly domi- historical interest; for he may be said to nated even by the authority of so august have correctly laid down the fundamental a tutor; and in after life he expressly principles of these sciences — his analysis broke away from the more mystical prin- of the syllogism, in particular, having left 'ciples of Platonic method. While still a but comparatively little for subsequent young man he was invested with the mag. logicians to complete. And, lastly, his nificent office of educating Alexander the Metaphysics " alone would have been Great. He held this position for a period sufficient to have placed him among the of four years, and then the young prince, greatest thinkers of antiquity. at the age of eighteen, became regent. It

That his labors in the field of more is interesting to note that the relations exact science should not now present a which subsisted between this greatest comparable degree of value, is, of course, philosopher and this greatest general in inevitable. At the time when he wrote the world's history were throughout rela- the very methods of exact science were tions of warmest friendship. Indeed, had unknown; and I think it constitutes the it not been for the munificent aid which strongest of all his many claims to our in. was afterwards given by Alexander, it tellectual veneration that he was able to would have been impossible for Aristotle perceive so largely as he did the superior to have prosecuted the work which he ac-value of the objective over the subjective complished.

methods in matters pertaining to natural Questions have been raised, not only science. When we remember how invetas to the authenticity of this work, but erate and how universal is the bondage of also as to the originality of much that is all early thought to the subjective methundoubtedly authentic. Into these ques- ods; when we remember that for the best tions, however, I need not go. Whether part of twenty centuries after the birth or not Aristotle borrowed from other of Aristotle, the intellect of Europe was writers without acknowledgment, it is cer- still held fast in the chains of that bondtain that in his writings alone are pre age; and when we remember that even at served the records of early biological the present time, with all the advantages thought and observation, which would of a long and painful experience, we find otherwise have been lost; and the preser. it so extremely difficult to escape it; when vation of these records is of more impor- we remember these things, we can only tance for our present purpose than is the marvel at the scientific instinct of this question to whom such thought and ob- man who, although nurtured in the school servation were in every case due.

of Plato, was able to see — darkly, it may Whether we look to its width or to its be, and, as it were, in the glass of future depth, we must alike conclude that the things, but still was able to see - that the range of Aristotle's work is wholly without true method of science is the method of a parallel in the history of mankind. In observation and experiment. " Men who deed it may be said that there is scarcely desire to learn,” he said, “ must first learn any one department of intellectual activity to doubt; for science is only the solution where the mind of this intellectual giant of doubts;” and it is not possible more has not exerted more or less influence concisely to state the intellectual duty of in some cases by way of creation, in others scepticism, or the paramount necessity of by way of direction. The following is a proof, which thousands of years of wasted list of the subjects on which Aristotle toil have now enabled all intelligent men wrote: physics, astronomy, meteorology, more or less to realize. zoology, comparative anatomy, physiol. Nevertheless, as I have said, the vision ogy, and psychology; poetry, ethics, rhet- of scientific method which Aristotle had oric, logic, politics, and metaphysics. Of was a vision of that which is only seen in these subjects he was most successful in part; the image of the great truth which his treatment of the second series as I he perceived was largely distorted by passhave arranged them - or of the more ab- ing through the medium of pre-existing stract and least rigidly scientific. In his thought. Consequently, of late years a “Politics” he gave the outlines of two great deal of discussion has taken place on hundred and twenty-five constitutions, and the subject of Aristotle's method. Oo although but a fragment of his whole work I the one hand, it is maintained that he is

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