Dorothy at Skyrie

horoughfare kept in perfect order for the benefit of the wealthy summer residents of the Heights, whither it l

of birds and the perfume of flowers, can only be guessed. Certain it is that if he sought to obtain the latter result for his di

rd songs: and in his own delight of listening the old man almost forgot his fellow traveler. Almost, but not quite; for just at a point where t

der must be an inch thick. Dry as a feather cushion, too, because the sun strikes this

he spoke, and Jim dro

en nook. Think of the immeasurable wealth of a Providence who could create such a wonder for just two insignificant human be

mpanion smiled, realizing that the action was due to example m

head uncovered. If it wouldn't rouse too much i

ced what was said, he was so anxious over the affair of the morn

the world

of course.

ller don't know whi

n was in pursuit of. If his common sense doesn't get the better of his anger, you'll likely be served a summons to appear before me and answer for y

fine old fellow see right into his heart, for a minute, he was sure he would be given good advice. He even opened his lips to speak, but closed them again

lped a kidnapped girl to reach her friends. In recognition of your brave action my neighbor, Mrs. Betty Calvert, has taken you in hand to give you a chance to make a man of yourself. She is going to test your character further and, if you prove worthy, will give you the education you covet more than anything else in life. She brought you here last night and this morning

ll about, 't used to be in that Germany country where she was raised. Wh

ers' estates in old Maryland lay side by side. She's a gossip, Betty is, and who so delightful to gossip with as an old man who's known your whole life from A to izzard? So when she can't seat herself in my little s

me easier like. She can tell more stories, right out her plain head 'n a feller 'd believe! She's awful clever, Dorothy is-and spell! My

th laughed,

de anywhere to keep out of a quarrel!-I saw you, the very instant after Mr. Montaigne had shaken you and you'd struck back, lift your foot and step aside because a poor little caterpillar was crawling across the floor and you were in danger of crushing it. It was a very littl

a meadow on the sloping hillside, which Seth Winters crossed by a tiny footpath. Then they were upon the smooth white road again. Before them rose the fine mansions of those residents designated by Alfaret

cks and trees: its massive stone walls half-hidden by the ivy clambering over them, its judiciously trimmed "vist

er, comfortably fitted up with what seemed to its humble occupant almost palatial splendor. Best of all, there hung upon the wall of this chamber a little book-rack filled with well-selected literature. And, thoug

to study it as soon as daylight came. He fancied that he could see it, eve

. Behind the shop is another mighty fellow, known all over this countryside as the 'Great Balm of Gilead.' It's as old, maybe, as 'the everlasting hills,' and seems to hold the

friendly like, mebbe-mebb

answer with unexpected shar

win' so fast. And I'm steady. If you could see Mirandy Stott, she'd have to '

in the lad, Seth Winters, known widely and well as the "Learned Blacksmith," strode rapidly homeward to his

ack on all these new helpful friends than return to Deerhurst and confess

l never trust you again. You can go where you pl

t had been commented upon by all the retainers of the house of Calvert that such discriminating animals had made instant friends with the uncouth farm boy. This had flattered his pride and his

ong the driveway to that shady veranda where he saw the mistress of Deerhurst sitting, ready waiting for her morning drive and the arrival of Ephraim. As Jim approached she looked at him curi

as she fancied, from an instinctive respect to her but to cool hi

y I'll be jailed. 'Tain't no sort o' use sayin' I'm sorry-that don't even touch to what I feel inside me. You give me a chance an'

an; a tone that, despite the humility and self-contempt he felt at that moment, stung the unhappy youth like a whip-lash. "Explain. At once. If they're lost they must be found. That you've been foolish enough to fight an

further power to contemn, she sank back in her stoop chair, he turned to go, a dejected, disappointed creature that would have moved Mrs. Cecil's heart to pity, had she opened her eyes to look. But she had closed them in a sor

leaping, springing dogs; dangling their broken chains and the freshly gnawed and broken ropes-with

profound sorrow, the doting mistress of the trou

us creatures! But-they we