Waterbury Democrat., 1901-01-19
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his house who was not shown "the wa terworks.''
 "Huh," he would exclaim with pride, nobody else has got spring on his land high enough fur such a thing. Col. Hasbrooke would pay no end O money eff he could have it. He has to keep two piggers busy fillin' his tank an then the waters stale an hot. You see, we sunk our pipes so deep that the waters as cold as ice."
 A hundred yards from the house was a dense wood which stretched on to snail river mile away, and fur ther on to high mountain, and here Dave found his brother lying on the grass reading his Blackstone. In his unlikeness to his family he was an anomaly; he was over six feet in height, we'll built, slender, dark of complex ion, hair and eyes. There was in the shapely prominence of his brow a sug gestion of strong mentality one might look for in vain in any of the other Fanshaws; his limbs had the slight, strong look of blooded horse; palm ist would have said that his hands in- dicated the possession of a refined, sen- sitive spirit.
 ''Oh, 1 had no idea you was heer!" l exclaimed Dave. T jest thought I'd take a walk to git away from all that chatter up at the house. An to tell you the truth, I've got a quart hid in that stump thar; don't you want to wet yore whistle, as the feller said? I have to keep it hid from the old man; he's too alfred stingy to buy whisky, but he loves it like hog does slop." | You know never drink, "repEed the other, firmly. His words formed & striking contrast to the dialect of his brother; there was a vague sadness of tone in his voice, and his eyes dropped as if they were weary of the print upon which they had been resting.
 1 Well, reckon you won't mind ef I take & pull at it, said Dave. I'm dry as powder-horn.'' He removed a flat stone from the hollow of the stump | and took out his flask. Here's lookin' at you,' and the neck of the bottle went into his mouth.
 "I suppose they made me the Subject of their talk. as usual," said Ronald, when Dave had replaced the flask under the stone and sat on the stump, his legs crossed.
 Not any more'n common, Ron; they've got to talk; talkin' comes as natural to women as cluckin' does to hens; the only difference is hens chuck when they are busy, an cackle when they've laid; the time 10 git away from ! a woman's tongue is when she's idle, an that's all the time. But, honest, ] don't see why they won't let you alone. You want to read an study, be- cause it suits you, an l am with you, tooth an toe nail. Now, I had my head set on ranch life out west, because I liter'ly love hoss flesh an cattle-raisin' i, but they all come down on me like a landslide an Is had to hoe corn an cotton like nigger fur about forty cents q day. when l might a been makin' two dollars an a-had my independence"
 Ronald Fanshaw smiled genially, but he made no reply, and Dave sauntered away to the river to see if his trout lines had caught anything. When he found himself alone our hero fell to dreaming of his past life. Above the tree-tops half a mile to the east, or a slight elevation, he could see the high, steep roof and dormer windows of the chief mansion of the locality, "Carnleigh,'' the splendid home of the county's greatest planter, Col. Henry ! Hasbrooke.
 The house, in its silent grandeur, rep resenting wealth and power, had been a potent factor in the struggles of this young man towards the acquisition of things above and beyond him in the dreamy blue realm of possibility. 1ts massive Corinthian columns, its vast white proportions and its aristocratit inmates, whom he saw driving along the roads, told him constantly what he and his family were not. Up to his twentyffth year his fancy had dared tC play only about the exterior of this ole family seat, but of late his imaginatio call it ambition, if you will, had leC him beyond the mystic portals, and he walked there with men and ladies; he dined there; he discussed topics he haC read with the white-haired host; ht stood near the piano and heard Evely1 Hasbrooke play and sing; he saw hel white hands fit over the keys, and fel her smile up at him. And then thu bubble would burst and the grim, sor did contrast of his real existence woult grasp and wiring the gall from his soul | Evelyn HasbroolSe was unwilling ly responsible for these later dreams. h' lad rendered her ! service the pre- ceding summer when she was hom from school. Io him the act Wa nothing, but when it was over she has hung white and univering on his arT! and in that wonderful cadence of her had told him that, he had saved ne life. He had helped her over the fenc and felt the warmth of her breath c! his face. They had stood and chattet for awhile and then they had parted He had not seen her since, for she wa at school in Boston, but he had neve forgotten the glory of her deep, gra.. eyes, the infinite sweetness an' beauty of her face. A thousand time since that moment he had wondere' if she. too, remem bered. Sometime when lis hopes. were brightest he fan cied that she did-that she must only because his mind was on her s constantly.
 CHAPTER IT.