The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-09-22

that the fugitives might return first"
 No no. Do not wait. Open the doors" commanded the girl.
 Phoebe said the young man solemnly, ''n all our lives there can never be an- other moment like this. Phoebe, Is 1t all terror-nothng but terror? Are you con- seious of no joy that makes this the only point of life worth living for?'
 It seems a sin to talk of joy at such time, replied Phoebe, trembling
 But Phoebe. this moment must not pass without the spoken word. l love you." exclaimed the photographer. Do you love me?'
 "A ou look into my heart" said she. letting her eyes fall You know l love yon."
 There were steps in the passage. It was Hepzibah, who had returned leading the now docile Clifford.
 The death of Judge Pyneheon changed to loud utterance rumors that had been whispered for years. His own death had been exactly like that of his uncle Jaffrey. people perceived Many of the Pyneheons had died fin this manner. from the old colonel down-suddenly, with hemorrhase from the throat. It was the blood old Wizard Maule had given the accursed race to drink.
 Old Jaffrey had caught his nephew of the same name. afterwards the judge. ransaclSng his papers, and he had died
 
 putting into definite words at last the suspicion of many years. Then the judge had so arranged matters that it appeared if Clifford, then living with his unclI In the House of the Seven Gables, had been a murderer.
 All this and more was the talk of the town for a week, and then the excitement sank away and the judge was forgotten. The little ripple he had made on tho ocean of humanity passed away before tho country papers had ceased publishing his obituary.
 The judges large property was divided among his three relatives. Clifford. Hrp- 1 zibnh and Phoebe. making them all rich. 1 They prepared to leave forever the gloomy House of the Seven Gables and to live l at the great country place the judge had l built for himself
 He should have built if of stone" l said Holgrave. Ut would have lasted l longer"
 "What?" Phoebe. "Three weeks ago you wanted people 10 live in birds l nests"
 "Hem-wcl. IT have turned con servatlve," replied the young man. The stood in the oak parlor for the last time. Holgrave reached up and i touched a secret spring in the wall. To the surprise of the others the pie ture of the colonel moved, disclosing secret niche. From il the young man took parchment yellow with 1 age.
 Here" he said, lis the long-lost 1 deed to the Eastern property. It is l too late to do anybody any good now. l The knowledge Of it's hiding place was 1 all l inherited from my ancestors-for l my name is Maule and not Holgrave- Mathew Maule, after my ancestor, tho l wizard. The document was hidden i here by Il son of the wizard who work ] ed as u carpenter in building this , house.
 l "Dh. l remember nowp cried Clifford, | Long ago, when 1 was young [ l found the spring accidentally. But would not tell Jaffrey-no. mol l had 1 forgotten. l have suffered so much. [ boasted to him. though that 1 knew l of hidden wealth He thought l had 1 Knowledge of uncle's concealed prop | erty. That was why he persecnted me. | Oh, I have suffered much, MT. Maule.' "Come,' said the young man. We l go from this gloomy house To a bright CT world. Mrs. Pyncheon -Maule allow me-" And taking Phoebe by the hand l he led the way out of the House of l Seven Gables, whose doors closed on l the Pyncheons and Maules forever Next Sundays one-page classic will | be Eugene Aram," by Edward Bull 1 Wer-Lytton.