The Press., 1893-01-05

Spark1er, but don't perform the oper- ation here on my premises"
 sSparkler is that tender hearted he won't let me, but thought Miss Ren- wick would tell me what ought to be done short of spankin or switchin, for she's been teachin the children these few months past and they've learned real we'll"
 My daughter teaching your children, Mrs. Sparkler?"
 ''Yes, sir, she has, and they think sight of her, too, if they are naughty sometimes; and that reminds me that I'm owing for quarters tuition," and she pulled little roll of bills out of her pocket.
 Old Renwick stood up and haughti1y my daughter cannot take money for any instruction she may have given your children. If she has done it at all she has done it out of kindness to poor neighbor. Keep your money, madam"
 "We ain't poor neighbors," cried Mrs. Sparkler, raising her voice to the point of shrillness; ''were respectable, honest and we'll to do, and we pay our ways, which is more than some folks do that are dirty proud. If you knew where your dinner come from this very day l guess you wouldn't talk about poor neighbors. :"
 Judith, with an agitated, beseeching face, now came forward and laid her hand on the woman's arm. .'Remem- ber," she whispered, ':he is helpless old man." Sparkler, on the other side, was twitching his wife's skirt and say ing: 'sCome home, Marier We ain't wanted here," and suddenly the little procession turned about, Mrs. Sparkler convulsed with angry sobs, and filed out of the house.
 Mildmay saw that Judith was pale and agitated, her eyes full of tears, and he made haste to take his leave. ''You will let me come again. he whispered as he pressed her hand at the door. Il shall be detained here few days until have come to terms with your father about the land"
 The events of the day had not dis turbed old Renwick. He was too close ly wrapped in his tattered pride and self importance to feel their full force. It was his plan to avoid scenes and explana- tions with Judith as far as possible. In the first place, he looked upon her as a child, and in the second place, he had nothing to oppose to her logic but sheer obstinacy. When things went too far he was always conveniently deaf. For three or four days now the old hidalgo was terribly hard of hearing and misin- terpreted everything his daughter said. He went as usual to the library, and ate his potatoes and oatmeal without re- mark. But as Mildmay continued to finger on in the town there grew up in the old mans mind the suspicion that he was sharper trying to get the best of the bargain. He conceived an exagger- ated notion of the value of these acres of sand and scrub oak, which happened to be near a railway station or a branch line, and were wanted for the company's workshops. Though Mildmay offered him ten times the actual value of the land, the old man stubbornly refused to sell and curtly dismissed the young man from his presence.
 Meantime he was as regular as clock work in his appearance in the alcove, where he sat day after day boring over the histories of great and noble families and making notes in his little diary.
 In spite of the hopelessness of his un- dertaking, MT. Harry Mildmay still fingered at the hotel, and strangely enough soon after the old man was well out of the house in the morning he ap- peared regularly at the door of the Req wick homestead. The neighbors begAn to notice the phenomenon, and questiohs were asked about the young man that no one seemed able to answer.
 Judith had no teaching now, nothing but dull and unremunerative needle work to fill the vacant hours, and her days would have been sad and lonely but for the visits of this new friend. They seemed to have 8 thousand things to say to each other, as people always have who are bound by secret sym, pathy. He was never tired of telling her stories of his early life. his poor chances, how much he had loved his eccentric and unlucky father, with that strain of genius in him. All the trials and hardships of his boyhood were sweetened by family affection. He wished her to know his old mother and his sisters and talked endlessly of them | but strange to say, of his later experience 1 he had but little to relate; over these he seemed to draw veil and Judith did not seek to raise it. She was deeply in terested in all he had to tell. It was g joy to Judith to make acquaintance with Mildmay as boy and to perceive that he was still what he had been ,hen- loving, unostentatious, genuine to the core. It never occurred to her to ask who he was. She thought she knew hin better than others could know him, anG why should she ask?
 The Indian summer came on more golden and tranquil than usual, and then 5he neighbors saw Judith and the young stranger walking out together toward country places, rustling the fallen leaves under their feet, and returning with hands full of the late autumn blossoms and colored leaves.
 It was after an excursion of this kind, when Judith had returned home filled W1tn strange, sweet, ag1tatlng emotions, for something very wonderful had hap pened that day, that Mrs. Sparkler came running to the kitchen door with an ipron over her head. Miss Renwick was kindling a fire ill the stove to pre- pare the evening meal and was some what surprised to see her neighbor who had fought very shy of the place ever sinoa that paiufT1l in +o..vinxxy xry;+b +b a old man. 7e
 Miss Renwick," she exclaimed, all out of breath, and seeing Judith there on her knees by the stove, Do you know who your MT. Mildlnay is?''
 Judith turned her head and just shook it gently without venturing upon word.
 "Well, I can tell you," she went on, panting. ''It's all over town now. He's the millionaire of Arizony. Owns lots | of mines and two Or thrao railyoa1s