Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1861-08-28

had seen that will but his own--that no mortal
on the face Of the whole earth VOTED of its ex-
istence, and that the small flame he carried
could catch it, and in solitary moment wrap
it up in its flaming life and drop it in blaeken-
ed dust on his hands,
He remembered, too that his real right TO
the rockland lands was better than his Cousins
for his father had been far the more wronqed
of the two brothers, in the settling of the cs-
tate, and his pride revolted somewhat at the
thought of being called poor man, when he
had so long been accounted a rich one and
though he had plenty of latent strength and ener-
gy, the cstheiic, indolent part of his nature.
shyank from the thought of going out into the
struggle Of life, and becoming the architect of
his own fortunes
There went on long, fierce struggle in the
soul Of Thurston Dow. / do not believe that
the thought of Charity Moss saved him, for
believe that innate nobeness saved him, for
believe that there was innate nobleness enough
in The man 10 have iriumphed over this tempta-
tion but know that her sweet shining face,
as he had last seen it rise out of her shadowy
hair, and seemed looking at him with its calm,
steadiast, searching gaze and then at last,
Thurston Dow folded up the sheet, and hid it
back IN the secret compartment and there was
the look of man settled, resolved, past all
hope of change in hia face
So he went up to his room and did that night
what he had not done for years, knelt down by
his bedside, and prayed.
The next day he was gone rumor said he
had suddenly taken it into his head to make
tour of the West.
CHAPTER III.
Three months had passed, and the year was
in the still magnifcence of September. There
had been no frosts-there was no CLEAN of
amethyst or topaz in the rich dead green, which
clothed the earth; but every puff of wind, with
its sweet delicious languor, was that dream of
the tropics, which visits New England every
autumn. Thurston Dow was walking through
the Rockland grounds once more, for the last
time. The next day he was to leave-to go
out into the world, and take his place among
the small swimmers, in the hurrying tide of
life. He had come home only the day before,
having accomplished all his work. He had left
the will with his cousin, and told him that every
foot of land in Rockland belonged to him.
Edward Dow had behaved very generously,
and had even offered to share the estate with
his cousin but the latter would only accept the
loan of a few thousands, with which to COM
mence business.
The world knew all the facts now, and that
'ildrston Dow was a poor man. 1t was eve
ning-so still that the puiTs of air were like
& ttering breaths. The moonlight lay in calm,
white radiance upon the earth; the very air
was stepped in still, delicious languors, and
Thurston Dow walked through the shadowy
paths, as though he was in some strange land
Of enchantment. The large, old gray-stone
house rose picturesque and ghostly through the
trees in the dstance-and its former owner
walked enid the dead shadows of cedars and
Norway shrubs, and then out into sudden floats
OF silver light, and he half fancicd he had gone
back 10 the palm trees and orange groves of
lis childhood. Suddenly the sound of light,
rapid footsteps struck his car, and the next mo-
ment be caught the CLEAN OF white figure
among the dark-green shrubbery.
1t came toward him Thurston Dow was any,
thing but superstiiious man-but, for a mo-
ment, his heart throbbed fast.
The next moment, name unconscously
crossed his lips:
"Charity Mossw
"They told me should find you here, and
could not let you go without seeing you," she
''lt was very kind in you to come here to me
now, Charity" keeping the small hand, and
drawing close to her.
81 have come to ask if it is true, what we
have heard, that you discovered the lost will
made by your uncle, hidden in an old secretaire,
and that this will give your estate to your
cousinp"
at is true"
The large, luminous eyes, fastened on his d-
lated and expanded-a great, excellent thought
filed and flooded the girls face.
"And it is true that you have given over all
this property to your cousin, making no reser-
walton to yoursefP"
at is true"
She dropped her head moment. When
she lifted her eyes they were full of tears, and
the carnations had deepened into crimson
| blooms.
"Mr Dow," said the mini ters daughter, with
a hutter in her voice, "three months ago to-
night, you asked me a question, which wish
to know whether | may now consider repeatedP P
"You may"
"Well, then, will be your wife !" and she
placed her other hand in his.
He held her back moment.
"Charity Moss, was rich man when you
refused me three months ago; tonight am
not worth dollar in the world
A proud, tender smile, flashed through her
lips.
"You are a far richer man to me than you
were to me then, Thurston Dow"
He drew the girl to his heart.
$50 am for have now, what is above all
price or naming. O., Charity Moss, you are
worth to me q thousand Rockland estates !"
81 shall not be afraid to trust you now
Thurston," said the girl, half an hour later
and the flutter of her small hand was like lily
in his hair.
T'You will DO me good, and well togethe,
strive to attain our true ideal of man anG
womanhood"
"You shall be my little teacher" gathering
her closer to his heart.
"You shall be the teacher of both," answered
Charity Moss.
That night they separated for year. Th'
next day, Thurston Dow went out into thu
world but the love and the prayers of tru,
and noble woman followed him; and in on,
year, please God, he will return and take tt
wife, Charity, the daughter of Reverend Aaarol
Moss, of the North Presbyterian church O
Rockland.-Arthn's Home Magazine.
GEORGE N. SAUNDERS, late navy agent a
New York under Mr.. Buchanan's Administra
ton, was declared defaulter to the Govern
ment on the 18th to the extent of S2l 900, an,
the United States District Attorney ISSUED