Lewis Rand

! I had rather plough by moonlight. As well be a grasshopper in a daisy field! Elegance by waxlight becomes rustic

re a king, you should dance with me the livelong day. But I'll not grumble if only you'll dan

h, indeed, I think he is only bashful in company! We sat o

d his im

is helping them. Jacqueline is always helping some one. But Mr. Pincornet thinks it is because she is in love with him. He is sorry for her because he rather prefers me. I am in love with him too. So is Molly Carter, so

, and no Ned Hunter, with the history of his life, confound him! Other men have histories as

ce with velvety black eyes. "I have on my dancing sh

y, and, when the brook was rea

" quoth Miss Dandridge, with heightened colour. "How t

e is in bloom there; I noticed it riding to Charlottesvil

-coloured muslin came from London. Ah, you looked so angry and s

gry, and I wa

an that your

this pet of Jefferson's, this-this vaurien Lewis Rand. Some one had to stand. He knew what the result would be. 'Twas but a skirmish-just a seat in a tri-colour Republ

Unity. "I have never seen

hy of any man's love-

ks, and labelled 'The Loving Brothers.' When yo

ou try

oon if I frown, laugh if I smile, weep if I sigh, be altogether desperate if I look anoth

en you looked at Ned Hunter last night, I wanted to blow

Dandridge. "Think how terrible that would be for us all!-Did

is the honeysuckle! If I gather it for

d I have an idea that Mr. Hunter will bring me violets. B

ed the point of her morocco shoe, while her cavalier, not without detriment t

down the steep and dangerous hill beyond the turn. Unity looked up with interest, and Fairfax Cary paused with his hand upon a coral bough. Suddenly there was a change in the beat, then a frightened shout, and a sound of rolling stones and

error, and the man mastered the brute. "Whose is he?" he aske

two foots 'cause you sees er scrap of paper! R'arin' an' pitchin' an' flingin' white folks on er heap of stones! I'll larn you! Yo' marster was a-dreamin', or you'd never t

you better stay here, Miss Dandridge, until I see what really is the matter? Here, bo

r de footpath goes down through d

aid Miss Dandridge.

ad stated, they found their man. He lay beside the papaw bushes, among the loose stones, and he lay very

, and went down upon her kn

Well, he's not dead, but he's had a

tell Colonel Dick to send Big Jim and a couple of men with the ol

e him to Fontenoy?" a

leave him to bleed to death by the roadside?

t water from the brook that brawled at the foot of the steep hillside, and Unity wet the brow and lips of the unconscious man, but he had given no sign of

't like the way that arm's bent.-Ned Hunter, you take Big Jim's corner of the litter for a minute. Now, Big Jim, you lift Mr. Rand.-So! we'll have him at Fontenoy in a jiffy, and in bed in the blue ro

had at once dropped all employment and flocked to various coigns of vantage. A bevy of young girls looked from one parlour window, and another framed Mr. Pincornet's face and wig and flowered coat. In the hall and on the porch the elders gathered, while

ool, wide hail. Here the litter was met by Jacqueline Churchill. She came down the shadowy staircase in a white gown, with a salver and a glass in her hand. "The room is ready, Un

nt chamber hung with blue and white. "Turn down the sheet, Mammy Chloe," she di

es. Colonel Dick heaved a sigh of relief. "He'll do now! Gilmer shall come and bleed him, and he'll be out again before you can say Jack Robinson! I

ern wing of the house, and where she stood she was bathed in the light of the sinking sun. It made her brown hair golden a

wnstairs. "He is better," she told her cousin Unity, who with Fairfax Cary was waiting in t

she had, as a child, told herself fairy tales, and found escape from childish woes. She went straight to it now, sank into its old arms, and pressed her cheek against the cool leather. Sh

she exclaimed. "I thought the roo

with great dryness. "I suppose Dick is making posset

coloured. "

us. I am, and I say again, why the deuce did this damned Republican get himself thrown

that bad place on the hill road. I do not

idden by that place in the road for forty years, but I never had the indecency to be brought on a litter into a gentleman's house who was not of my way of thinking! And every man and woman on

tell us-oh, he lo

nglish tongue when we have a Jacobin in the house! Women like strange animals, and they are vastly fond of pitying. But you were alw

who pity. I hear a horse upon the road!

your pity. The Rands are used to hard knocks. I've seen old Gideon in the ring, black and blue and blind with blood, deman

hink, to Char

know?-What woman was

nds appeared absorbed in its contents, then with a loud "Pshaw!" threw it down, and rising walked to a bookcase. "I am reading Swift," he s

slender face and form in profile, and her eyes upon the sunset sky. It was her accustomed attitude, and Uncle Edward read on with growing satisfaction, finding that h

loved him dearly, and he loved her, and they had not many secrets from each other. Now she looked at him with a waveri

like other women. He could not remember having seen Jacqueline cry since she was a child, and the sight troubled him immensely. She wept as though she were

kenly laughed at herself; and then, a sound coming through the window, she started to her fe

oa

nd's se

now a deal more than I do about Mr.

last, at Cousin Jane Selden's, on the Three-Notched Road? I saw Mr. Rand very often that summer. Cousin Jane liked him, and he was welcome

nothing which goes on beneath Jane Selden's roof. Jane Selden has a most erratic mind.-Don't sympathize too much, Jacqueline, with that damned young Republican ups

doctor's voice and Ludwell Cary's expressions of concern, Jacqueline's low replies, a confusion of other voices, and finally, from the head of the stairs, Colonel Dic

e dancing class was not long neglected. Uncle Edward disliked France, disliked even monarchical and émigré France. And he disliked all music but Jacqueline's singing, and disliked the fiddle because Thomas Jefferson played it. He half rose to shut the door and so keep out Mr. Pincornet's Minuet from Ariadne, but reflected that the door would also keep out the doctor's descending voice and final dicta delivered at the stair-foot. Uncle Edwar

mos' seven o'clock. I've had my supper at the Quarter with Aunt Daphne. The scarlet beans over her door are in bloom, and Uncle Mingo told me about the

with her brown fingers the sleeve that was pinned across his coat. "Does your arm that is b

tell me

you a story about the man

w about the man

s," answered Deb. "I am going

ning," said

, the tobacco grew and grew. It grew so broad and high that the children might have played I-spy in it,-only there weren't any children. There was only the boy, and he hated tobacco. He was poor, and his father was a hard man. He had no time to play or to learn-he worked all day in the fields like a hand. He had to work like the men at the lower Quarter, like Domingo and Cato and Indian Jim. He worked all the time. I never saw the sun get up, but he saw it ev

ir and stared at his niece. "Good Go

night when I could not sleep, and there was heat lightning, and she took me in her lap and we sat by

," said Uncle Edwa

Selden's, and Jacqueline was lonely. And she used to sit under the apple tree on the bank of the little stream and send chip boats down it, just as Miranda and I do. Only she didn't have Miranda, and she was all by herself. And she could see the boy working on the other side of the stream, and there wasn't any shade in the tobacco-field, and Jacqueline was so sorry for him. And one day he came down to the stream for water and they talked to each other. And Jacqueline told Cousin Jane Selden, and Cousin Jane Selden did not mind. She said she was sorry for the boy, and that she had given his father a piece of her mind,-only he wouldn't take it. So Jacqueline used to see the boy often and often, for she always played under the apple tree by the stre

. Go on,

n the tobacco on the other side of the stream. And Jacqueline called to him from under the apple tree. And then the month that she was to stay with Cous

aid the

I write this receipt!' So Jacqueline and the boy went into the flower garden, and she showed him the roses and the peacock and the sundial. And then he went away, and she didn't see him any more for years and years, not till she was grown, and everything was changed.

lence. He rose so suddenly from his chair, and he loo

id like it so much when Jacqueline told it to

Don't I like all your storie

ways upstairs in

bid!" cried M

evil to pay. Rand's arm is broken and his ankle wrenched and his head cut open! The doctor says he mus

able, placed with deliberation a marker between the leaves of

o to bed," said Deb. "Uncle

ered Uncle Edward, looki