The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-23
CHAPTER L.

had put out of sight every trace Of Brit
ish rule and occupancy; and all its homes
had been restored and refurnished; and
its sacred places reconsecrated and adorn-
ed.
In these days of wonderful hopes and
fears there was in Maiden lane a very
handsome residence-an old house even
in the days Of Washington For Peter
Van Clyffe had built 1t early in the CEN
fury as a bridal present to his daughter,
when she married Philip Moran, a lawyer
who grew to eminence among colonial
judges.
One afternoon in April, 1871, two men
were standing talking opposite to the
entrance gates to this pleasant place
They were Col. Joris Van Heemskirk,
member of congress then sitting in Fed
eral hall, Broad street, and Jacobus Van
Ariens, q wealthy citizen and a deacon in
the Dutch church. -.s.
ivan Ariens,D said the colonel, this
treatment of King Louis and his family
is hardly to be believed. It is too much
and too far If King George had been
our prisoner we should have Behaved to-
ward him with humanity. After this no
one can foresee what may happen in
France" Look now, colonel. am but a
tanner and currier, but I have had ex-
perience; and I do not believe in the fu-
luFS OI d people WHO are W1lLOUt d 0ONs
and without religion
We'll, so it is, Van Ariens. But
fear that God has not yet said, Let there
be peace l saw you last night at Mr..
Hamilton's with your son and daughter.
You made a noble entrance
well, then, the truth Is the truth. Ny
Arenta is worth looking at, and as for
Rem, he was not made IN day. God is
| good who gives US boys and girls to sit
so near our hearts, -
'And such a fair, free city for home"
said Van Heemskirk, as he looked up and
! down the sunshiny street. New York
is not perfect, but we love her. Right
or wrong, we love her, just as we love
our mother and our children
THAT also is what the Dominic says"
! answered Van Ariens; "and yet he likes
| not that New York favors the French so
much. When Liberty has no God, no
! Sabbath day, and no heaven, and no
hell the Dominic is not ir favor of Lib
erty.'
HE is a good man. With you, last
night was a little NADIA great beauty,
1 thought her-but I knew her not. Is
she then a stranger?'
"a stranger! Come, comet The little
one is very child Of New York. She
is the daughter of Dr. Moran-Dr. John,
as we call him."
w Cll, 1OOh HOWJ L I1OuStll III 14cI AclOC
| there was something that went to my
| heart and memory
and as you know, that Is his home
across the street from US, and # was
his fathers house, and his grandfather
house. The Morans have seen the birth OF
this city Who then can be less Of a
stranger in it than the little beauty, Cor
nelia?"
''As you say, Van Ariens.''
nd ~ che &c 81 o
er. Such a little one she was when tbs
coming of the English sent the family
| apart, and away to the army went the
doctor, and there he stayed till the war
was over. Mrs. Moran took her child and
went to her fathers home in Philadelphia.
But, look now! 1t is the little maid her
self that is coming down the, street"
"And it is my grandson who is at her
SIDE The rascal He ought now to be
reading his law books in Mr. Hamilton
Office
1--WE also have been young, Van Heem-
skirk"
81 forget not. my friend. My Joris sees
not me, and I will not see him" Then
the two old men were silent, but their
eyes were fixed on the youth and maiden,
who were slowly advancing towards
them, the suns western rays making a
kind of glory for them to walk in.
She might have stepped out of the
folded leaves of a rose bud, SO lovely
was her face, framed in its dark curls,
and shaded by a gypsy bonnet of straw
tied under her chin, with primrose-color
ribbons. Her dress was of some soft
green material and she carried in her
hand bunch of daffodils.
OF all this charming womanhood the
young man at her side was profoundly
conscious. He was the gallant gentle
man of his day. hardly touching the tips
of her fingers, but quite ready to fall on
his knees before her. A tall, sunbrown-
ed, military looking young man. He
wore his sword as If 1t were part OF
himself 1t was no more in his way than
If 1t was his right arm. All his movements
were full of confidence and ease, and
yet it was the vivacity, vitality and
ready response Of his face that was
most attractive
His eyes were bent upon the maid al
his side. He saw no other earthly thing
They had passed the two old men with
out any consciousness of their presence
and Van Heemskirk smiled, and ther
sighed, and then said softly:
$50 much youth, and beauty, and hap
pinessi 1t is benedlction to have seer
til I shall not reprove Joris at this
time. But now I must go back to Fed
eral Hail. the question of the Capita
makes me very anxious.
And I must go to my tan pits, If Il
is the eye of the master that makes the
good servant. You will vote for New
York, Van Heemskirk; that is ques
ton l need not to ask?"
Where else should the Capital of oul
nation be? 1 think that Philadelphia has
great Prescriptions to propose hersell
| against New York-this beautiful city
between the two rivers, with the At
lantic ocean at her feet!
you say what is true, Van Heems
kirk God has made New York the Cap.
ital, and the Capital she will be, and nc
man can prevent it,
IT think this, Van Ariens Philadel
phia may win in the vote at this time; sh,
has numbers, and she has persuastons
but look, you, New York has the ships
and the commerce."
During this conversation they had for
gotten all else, and when their eyes
turned to the Moran house, the visior
of youth and beauty had dissolved. Var
Heemskirks grandson. Lieut.. Hyde, was
fastening toward Broadway, and the
lovely Cornelia Moran was saunterinG
up tho garden of her home.
Then Van Ariens hurried down to hii
tanning pits in the swamp, and Var
Heenskirk went thoughtfully to Broad
street, walking slowly with his left arm
laid across his back and his broad, calm
countenanee beaming with that triumph
which he foresaw for the city he loved
CHAPTER II.
Cornelia fingered in the garden, be.
cause she had suddenly, and as vet I'm.
consciously, entered into that tender
mystery so common and SO sovereign.
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