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grew botter and hotler. The cart-track again on the bank and waited — for I had followed for some way stopped at what I hardly knew. There seemed to a gate in a stone wall, split into mere be a track coming down across the diverging sets of casual ruts. I chose river there, and some one might come the set which seemed the most direct by. and walked on, longing for another Some one did come by, five or six stream. By the gradual descent, and horsemen together, evidently going to a view of the slope of the next hill, I the meet, and hurrying as if late. judged I must come to water soon ; and Strange, the advent of help, if I surely enough another quarter of a mile cared to ask it, brought back all my brought me in sight of a brook. I usual self-couscious timidity and diffifound out afterwards that I had struck dence. The spot was evidently not so the Badgworthy about half a mile deserted and out of the way as I had above the Doone Glen.
first thought it. Commoner people The bills ou Exmoor are steepest at might pass or my ankle might be betthe bottom, and as I neared the stream ter presently. How could I ask these I involuntarily broke into a run. grandees? If I had been pretty or
The sun must have made me giddy. even well-dressed it would have been My legs seemed to have grown sud- different, and I thought with what an denly independent. I tried to pull up, air I would have demanded the serbut my foot slipped sideways, my other vices of any one of them as my right, ankle twisted under me, and in a mo- if I had been anything but a hot, meut I was rolling down in a bundle. tousled, ugly girl. They glanced at me Ten yards or so, and a boulder brought and went on, and I glanced back at me up sharply, bruising my elbow. I them, as if just interested enough to hung on to it though, and sat there for look up, that was all. But when they several minutes, panting and bewil- had disappeared over the ridge I burst dered.
into tears over my misfortune and foolThen I tried to get up and walk to ish cowardice, and tried to walk once the river, and grew cold and clammy more, and once more sat down and all at once, in spite of the heat. A went on crying quietly, thinking of the little nishap frightens us in these un- priest and the Levite. adventurous times, and I was fright- An hour passed, and the solitude ened more than I care to admit to find became unbearable, and the growing my ankle alınost useless. I sat down improbability of further help coming on the boulder again and tried to think aroused my terrors afresh. To sit it out.
there alive and well in that beautiful I could not exactly tell where I was, place under the sun, and not know and the map did not help me much ; in what was to happen to me –
- I might fact, it served rather to increase my have to spend the night there dismay, for there appeared to be no not far from appalling. houses within miles. There was only I tried to be philosophical - a night one thing certain, and that was that I on the moor would not so much matter must get down to the water or faint. after all to a strong, healthy girl like I crawled down laboriously and pain- myself — then hopeful and careless ; of fully for I was unwilling to test my course something or somebody would ankle again yet. The coolness of the turn up before evening, it was not two stream put new heart into me, and I o'clock yet. What a coward I was !resolved to follow it down, hoping to then desperate — all by turns; and in
; arrive at some cottage or road before the desperate turn I tried to walk, but my ankle gave in altogether. A quar- was compelled to sit down in a few ter of an hour was quite enough, how minutes and pant and relieve myself by ever, and during it I had hobbled say tears afresh. a couple of hundred yards. What a It was just as I was recovering from great clumsy idiot I was ! I sat down this fit that he came upon me. The
noise of the stream prevented my hear- tion of bis meaning, then smiled again. ing him coming over the grass, or else I have heard of meekuess in mankind, the heat of the sun and my pain and but I never saw it except in him. misery had rendered me almost uncon- " Then to Porlock we'll go,” he said ; scious. But as he pulled up beside me“ but have something out of my flask the clink of his horse's bit caught my first. It is a long way, and you must ear and made me look up. And at the be faint." sight of my face he swung himself off “Yes I am," I blurted out, “for I in a moment.
came out without so much as a piece “ Can I help you ?” he said. " You of bread." are in trouble."
" That's all right,” he said, “I have What senseless liars we are some- some sandwiches." times ! What made ine pause and What he must have thought of the then stammer no just then? Perhaps eagerness with which I drank and ate it was because he was so young and up all he gave me I cannot imagine. handsome. I am sure I cannot say. Besides, it does not matter. · He never I wanted to be helped by a farm showed a trace of amusement. laborer, not a man with the face of an When I had finished I felt ever so Apollo, the air of a Perceval, and the much better, and besought him not to clothes of a Brummel, supposing Brum- trouble himself to take me further than mel ever went hunting.
the first farm he came to. But nothHe seemed puzzled and half inclined ing I could say seemed to affect his to take me at my word, as he stood tap- quiet, firm determination to see ping his boot with his hunting crop. safely home. So I gave in, and Then he gave a final vigorous tap, left mounted with some difficulty. He adoff, and said in a very defiance of kind- justed the length of the stirrup for
my left foot, the uninjured one, and “I must take the liberty of disbe- then took hold of my loosened waistlieving you. Please allow me to help band with his left hand from the offyou.” And at that I burst into tears side, and guided the horse with his again. I did not care how ugly I right, while I clutched its mane. looked — I was past that - and showed As we went along I told him all about him my swollen ankle.
my accident and despair, and he lisHe looked at it, and then up again to tened with a sympathy that brought my equally swollen face.
me to the verge of crying again. I “Does it hurt you very much ?” he had never known what a man's symasked.
pathy was like before. Everything “No, not while I sit here,” I re- about him seemed so strong and kind plied. “But I can't go on sitting here and gentle. The very swish of his forever.” And I broke into a queer white corduroys as he strode along was laugh.
a consolation. “Do you think you could manage to
Then he told me all about the moor sit there instead ?" and he looked up and hunting, and pointed out the differat his horse's saddle with a smile. “Ient places around. The only sign of could hold you on and walk you wher- amusement over my expedition that he ever you wish to go. Where is it?" evinced at all, was the twinkle in his
“ I came from Porlock this morning brown eyes when he heard of my exto see the meet,” I said ; "and oh I if pectation of seeing Brendon Two Gates. you could just take me to the nearest And even then he did not tell me house, I could get home somehow." whether I had not seen them because
“I came from Porlock too ; but I am they were too far off or because they late, and fortunate, too, that I am.” were invisible. “ Fortunate indeed," said I, “for When we got back to the farm where
I had asked the way in the morning, I He colored at my unkind construc- ' again attempted to persuade him to
A GRANTED WISH.
leave nie; but though he did not seem go up again after all. If he did he in the least offended at my attempts, as did not see the hounds, at all events, I had half expected him to be, I saw for they ran that day, I heard afterat once that his meekness was of a wards, over the Barle towards North kind that has nothing in common with Moulton. weakness of will. If any one else had And, after all, he only did what he treated me so, I know I should have did because I was a woman and he was grown angry and impatient. As it a gentleman. was I remained on his horse, and What satisfaction can it give me to watched the perspiration gather on his have been served because I am forehead as we toiled up to Culbone ber of a world-wide sisterhood ? If I Stables. Then down the long hill we had been served for my own sake alone went, and I grew giddy again. The I should be more gratified, even though descent, too, made me continually slip I might have less reason then to honor forward in the saddle, and I could tell him for his act. In fact, I am disconby the drawing together of his eye- tented ; I had rather consider him less brows and his set teeth what an effort courteous to consider myself less ugly. it was to him to hold me back.
We rested half-way down, and he blamed himself for not trying to find a cart at the top, and complimented me
From All The Year Round, on having “ stuck on so pluckily," and I said something feeble in reply. We reached the bottom at last, and
“A GRANTED wish is oft a fatal boon.'' there at the garden gate stood Bella and John and Aunt Jane watching our Truth lies, men say, in many an ancient
So runs the Breton adage, grim and grave. approach with blank astonishment. I
rune ; mumbled something quite lopelessly 'Twere well to ponder ere we hotly crave. inadequate about my gratitude to him, I helped one lifelong yearning to its end ; and then followed explanations and Hear, and judge for me, if I blessed my more gratitude from Aunt Jane and friend. Bella, . culminating in the offer of a glass of milk, “as he seemed so hot.” Twas years ago, one gleamy April day,
When through the blue waves, starred with He took it all, including the glass of
foamy fleck, milk, with a modest appreciation which The Antwerp steamer ploughed upon her struck me as much more appropriate
way ; than any amount of “not at alls.” It And I was pacing on the wind-swept deck, is not modesty that makes so many And, looking down upon the forecastle, people refuse to accept thanks, but a I saw him, of whose wish fulfilled I tell. fear of possibly spoiling the effect of the service they have done by their Weary and frail
, the tired old man drew
Close as he might the funnel's warmth to conduct afterwards. Perfect politeness
win. lies rather in allowing people to thank For the keen sea breeze swept remorseless you — moderately.
through Then, after being assured by myself The threadbare garments he was shivering that my ankle was ever so much bet- in. ter, now that I had rested it and got I sought him, wrapped him in my plaid, home, he suddenly remarked that he and asked meant to go up to the stables again to Why thus alone his failing powers he see what had become of the hounds. tasked. And with a graceful bow to us all he
Then, while I lingered with my cigarette, remounted and rode away.
Like a child, comforted by warmth and I do not know whether that was a
word, mere excuse to avoid a possible invita- He told his story - I remember yet tion to call upon us, or whether he did | The wondering pity that within me stirred,
Hearing how youth and manhood wearied Had led him to the mighty organ, where past
He left him in a mood half trance, halt With one long dream, whose waking came prayer. at last.
And for an hour, he said, the rolling waves In a lone valley up in Cumberland,
Of thunder music, over roofs and floors, Teacher at school, head of the village Through massive columns, over storied
graves, Tilling his little plot with patient hand, And through the great cathedral's open Always his heart had hid one deep desire,
doors, To wake- just once — the glorious har- Had flowed, in grand, majestic harmony, monies
O’er listening earth, up to the listening That slept in Härlem's giant organ keys.
sky. I do not know how to the lonely lad
Then sank to silence, utter and profound. The dream of that fair foreign marvel No lingering cadence floated on the air ; came,
Down the long aisles died no sweet sighing Nor how he gained the knowledge that he sound, had,
As, vaguely startled, we two entered there, But the strong yearning, thrilling all his Treading with awestruck footsteps, strangeframe,
ly soft, Linked to the rush of wind or song of The winding staircase to the organ loft. stream
Crimson, and gold, and blue, the noonday The rolling voices of his waking dream.
light The thunder of the mountain waterfall Through storied panes fell on the yellow He likened to the organ's mighty swell;
keys, The blasts that through the rocky passes Tier upon tier ; and on them, still and call
white, Seemed of its thrilling trumpet peals to Lay the old man's thin fingers, as at ease;
While, through the painted clerestory winAnd the poor music flute and fiddle woke
dows shed, In his grey church, of Härlem's glories A golden glow lay on the hoary head spoke.
Leant on the oaken back of his high seat. And all the while, in silent, steadfast hope, A radiant smile was on the quiet face ; He saved and spared, denying to himself Such smile as those we've loved and lost All simple joys within his narrow scope,
may greet. Until the hidden hoard upon his shelf And, in the silent, solemn, holy place, Sufficed his purpose ; but ere that was won We, as we speechless stood and looked on His hair was white, his days were well-nigh him, done.
Felt he was listening with the Seraphim Yet in a child's blind, ignorant faith he To music sweeter than the lovely strains went
That fed the fancies of the lonely boy ; On his strange errand, with nor doubt nor To music richer than the dreamy gains fear,
That gave the tired man his hours of joy ; Yet humbly grateful for the scroll I sent To music such as rings in heaven alone To make his passage to his idol clear ; From harps of seraphs round the great Chancing to know the man whose word white thronè.
could break Through rule and wont, for my poor pil. Whether he died because the frail heart
strings grim's sake.
Snapped at the answer to his lifelong cry; Another day, following to Härlem, I Whether because, as in all earthly things, Asked of my city magnate of his guest, The dream transcended the reality ; Who, struck by his wan cheek and eager Whether his granted wish brought good or eye,
ill, Told me that morning he, at my request, I cannot tell ; decide it as you will.
CONTENTS. L THE LIQUEFACTION OF GASES,
Translated by Mrs. E. W. Latimer, from
The Abbé Prévost,
THE CENTURY. By C. B. Roylance-
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