The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1906-08-17
Mother. let us go in; you are cold"
The girl had been talking to the man

The girl had been talking to the mai
at the pole, and turned to see her moth
er, the poise of whose head, the droop O
whose shoulders, indicated sorrowfu
reflection.
| Lavender, in her brilliant cloak, witt
a flush on her fair cheek, seemed to con
centrate within her own glad self, all thu
radiance and glow of the morning. Al
the elder fingered, with wistful gaze
on the swirl of water, she continued
pleadingly:
Don't be dawnsome, dearest-surely
you are hopeful of our success and hap.
piness in the new life?"
at is never best to be too sanguine
daughter; hope is the mother of disap'
pointment; faith and love are the best
of the trio
Lavender's eyes grew moist and all
the violet in them paled to the gray
of the morning. Her mother smiled
and clasped the little mittened hand
which rested on the arm of her chair
81 am glad you are hopeful, sweet
child; glad that for you the future is
so rich in promise. But it is in youth
that the rainbow takes it's glitter from
the gold at the farther tip. At my age,
dear, you will have learned to value
the glory most because it shines
through tears"
At this point they were interrupted
by Mr.. Winslow. II beg your pardon,
ladies. but / am sent as envoy-in-ex-
traordinary to call you in to break
fast. l can recommend our johnny
cakes; they have, indeed, stood the trip
wonderfully. And your servant babe
me add that she has bowl of quid-
dany-whatever that may be. 1t GER
tainly sounds like something very re-
markable."
Laughing and talking brightly, they
went in to breakfast
The meal was served in small,
dark-raftered room, cosy with a glow
ing fireplace. Here America presided
with all the strength of her ungainly
body and loyal heart. She, alone, OF
the servants, insisted upon accompany
ing the party. Am | gwine? and
she repeated Lavender's words. well,
honey, l jes wush I was as plum sho
OBJ Heaven as l am O. cavoortin' 'roun'
in dat ole Noay's ark"
The owners of the rude boat to
which America thus alluded were, for
the most part, gay youths from the
eastern cities, who, for varied reasons,
had chosen to follow the fortunes of
Aaron Burr.
Those among them to whom he was
personally known, had been carried
away by his magnetic presence; others
by party preferences, but more, like
Charles .Winslow, were here in obedi-
ence to a longing for change, with
moderate hopes of fame and fortune.
If there were schemes afoot against
their country-if there were peril to
it's flag in the proposed expedition
they were ignorant of it. Burr's public
successes had awakened in them an ad-
miration which no later disgrace could
subdue. Hence their zeal in a cause
which. originally undertaken from mo-
tlves of personal gain, was, by hostile
opposition, converted into crusade
for the vindication of their leader. All
were enraged at what they considered
interference on the part
of the authorities, and this Indignation
was reused under conditions which
barred sober thought; at time when
party feeling ran high; when if, as sell
dom, men held impartial opinions, they
were confined to private individuals.
The truth concerning those in official
power was largely obscured by the mist
of calumny or the glamor of worship
At dusk of the first day on the river,
Lavender was standing on the roof
which served as promenade deck. A
light snow began to fall. She watched
the white fakes drift reluctantly into
the black water that leaped and foamed
to meet them. Dark treacherous snags
reared their jagged heads Cereberus-
like, the foam from the keel circling
in a white lather about their giant
The hills rose bare and rugged on
either side, without sign Of life; she
might have been a lonely passenger
ON the river Styx, with the man at
the pole a silent Charon.
Shivering, she turned to go and it
was with a start of pleasure that she