Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-05-26

were confined to private individuals The truth concerning those in oficial 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 flakes 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 mouths.
 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 1t was with start of pleasure that she saw Winslow's figure loom out of the fog. She was glad of this interruption to her unquiet breeding. Morbid fan cies came to her as unwelcome guests, and she only smiled at Winslow, and turned to look again at the foam-heck- ~ path thAy- AAdaasme.
 You are staring at the river regret fully, as though it were . gray ribbon unwinding between you and every thing good" he said.
 OhA ok~1lr hc- ha~A o. A. .~u trsry, it is bearing me along with what love most, to everything that is most dear"
 Then you do not dread the change?"
 T do not" she replied.
 Are you so nckle toward old loves, old things, old places?"
 She turned to him with . rueful smile. You give me credit for deeper feelings than possess. I am both so shallow and so optimistic that I al- ways think the new is to be as good as the old. For that reason am, per- haps, easily reconciled to change. Be- sides I will have both-the old and the new"
 But the old will be only . memory -a legacy"
 Well" she admitted, 'are not mem- ories sweet! Do we not enjoy lega- ciesf"
 But they presuppose loss"
 She drowned and shook her head in playful remonstrance You are mak- ing me gloomy, let us go below"
 A little later, they joined the others in the cabin.
 Here. about the fire was gathered the group of travellers. and wlnsIow and Lavender paused in the doorway to watch them.
 The light and shadow played strange pranks with all It brought into sro- tesQue relief . suit of nankeen here, . bun waistcoat there-or singled out for an especial gleam saucy cap or scar let kerchief. In spite of past dificul- ties and future that threatened more, their spirits were strong. their hearts light and undismayed. At first there had been exciting talk and speculation, but gradually silence fell. and some- body started a song.
 Mrs. Creighton slipped to the spinet and softly played the air. while the rest joined in the refrain: "Are we almost there-are ve almost
 ssle dying girl as she drew near home, "Are those our poplar trees tha; rear
 Their forms 50 high meath the Heavens
 blue cone7"
 The slow. sad words rolled in sonor- ous measure from floor to rafter. until . solemn hush fell upon all. At this moment America filled the threatening gap. and turned the tide of sadness which seemed setting in. Back in the shadow she rocked to and fro, aud with the squeak of her chair the only accompaniment she sang the old camp meeting hymn, in . voice loud, but tuneful:
 "wraztie. Jacob. eayiisht's s-br.akin'. On. vrsstis. Jacob. viii not let thee 70"
 CHAPTER ".
 Toward the close of . rav day Ia January there vas . stir on board the Cumberland vas In sight. Cray and green. the water of the two rivers blended fn . muddy torrent At the last bend in the ohio they eans h sight of the eotlllA Moorsd e ths bank were the bosts. and moving about the shore the pilgrim voyagsrA Thsre vas c futtsr of handkerckiefA cd . kalioo Of welcome e ths nguumw eiidsd tD lan1ine-panpA anh fAs 01u1