The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1908-01-02
/ [II,I.RISE'
ny W.. u. MAxw ELi.
Author or .The Tagged Nicssengcr,s
MTlic Guarded Elalne," etc.
Copyright, 1907. by w q. Maxwell. Al,
rights reserved.
CHAPTEn xx.--co,ntI,,,,ed.

CHAPTER xx.-Continucd.
She walked fast and strong--felt sh,
could now run and leap up the gentld
IN those old bad foolish days when DR.
Blake advised Quick movement. And
\ as with firm. light tread she passed
by the cornerof River View, she looked
SO pretty that all should have noticed
It. There was color In her cheeks
graceful. and yet strong: noticeaby
the prcttiest, healtl,iest, best girl on
tho move In Medford that afternoon.
Soon somebody did notice.
IT was Mr.. Charles Padheld.
oh. say. How're you. Miss crun.
Mr.. Pndteld was riost beautifully
dressed His 5overcoat was OF q shaggy
heathery gray, Immensely loose, OF thu
top OF the fashion. hanging In huge
folds and bell.shaped skirts above
trousers Of the same fabric: his cap
was OF gigantic size: and his white
4 silk stock bubblcd and bulged like
monstrous batter-puddlns beneath hi.
chin. Foplilsc splondors made them
selves more vaguely perceptible-tur-
| quOise pin. tan.lcather waistcont, brass
buttons. etc. He was n typical loaf,pR
son of the Hill. in his well-matured
| full-blown glory.
Which way you going?" He had
| stopped her-only by leaving the pave.
4 rnent could she have got round him.
She had no choice but to bear Will,
his vacuous smiles and insipid cour-
! tesies, Hope you're all very welt
Ripping day, isn't IL? Where you
| boundgfor1 ~. Well. I'm off to Rudd'e
for cigarettes. That's where must
be going. But I'll walk with you a
| little way. -. How's old Juck?"
1 EIa cyea 1vara 1ito exoo1aborrfe. 5r,a
almost as expressionless:. his stupid
| face was pallid and puffy. his mouth
was nshlike; his cigarette adhered to
his lower lip SO that he was at no
trouble to remove 1t for conversation.
The White Hart Hotel was telling on
him: soon now Mr.. Padfeld would be
overblown. altogether too ample and
puffy--like Mr.. Lardner.
I'VE never see old Jack"
Lizzie walked on. with Mr.. Padded
by her side. AS she turned to the
| right and swung up Hill Rise. she was
mentally comparing her escort with
Jack-the new jack. not the old Jack.
| Once Jack had rcsembled this gorge
ously nttircd loafer. It was wonder
full Transformation to the alert. thin
| working Jack OF the present time: and
yet, In the past she had admired Jack.
because OF all these things that flied
her with contempt for Mr. Charles Pad
field. II had seemed admirable to be
rich in fopperies. careless OF toll as
creature of some lofty ruling race, II
splendid idler. from whom life is all
! holidays. Now II seemed as II fate
had sent blown-out, vacuous. insIpid
Mr.. Charles lounging across her path
to let her discriminate once again Very
plainly between what Is sham and
what is solid.
You walk too fast" They were
halfway UP Hill Rise and Mr.. Charles
was out of breath. Well, I must be-
going. Walk little way with yoG
some other time. Miss Crunden--whatf
Oh. I say, tell your father I'm {;
Mason now. He don't come to lodge
now-nor old Jack. Too busy rakin
in the doilars-what?'' And Lizzie
was free TO continue her walk with
out escort.
Tho amply houses of Hill Rise were
dreadful to see. Glass IN windows had
been broken by wanson boys: states
had fallen from roofs and lay n rag.
ments upon the moss-growr, sesos OF
porches, CIR the wees-:ove-eG gravel
OF the carriage drives: spllntersS gaess
hung upon rusty hinges; the bare
hawthorns We're making thicke.s, and
the untrtmmed laurels were growing
into forest trees. From house to house
silence and desolation reigned where
| once there had been friendly Inter
course. chatter. and frivolity-the Hill
Rise girls at home whether really at
home or visiting; calling to each other
by name over garden walls or across
the broad road, running In upon each
other as members of one large. highly
distinguished family. Now, with the
family uprooted. banished. scattered
wide. Hill Rise was fast sinking into
the dlapidated and ruinous state of
Mr. Selby's River View.
Beyond these deserted houses, when
one came to the prop erty Of the Lon!
don and Suburban Trust, 1T required
the strongest effort OF memory to sum-
mon up the picture OF Hill House.
Truly not the slightest vestige OF It
was left One looked down smooth,
well finished roads into a little thirty.
ing suburb OF red-brick houses. The
sunlight shone on plate glass. brass
Knockers, emerald green shutters: the
cloud shadows fitted across white
woodwork. rough-cast upper-stories
and stone copings; here was new life,
activity. joyfulness set going as II by
magic. Tradesmen's carts ratified
round the corners OF the new roads:
tradesmcn's boys leaned their bicycles
against the new ratings; young men
and women came laughing and talking
out OF the new front doors; q man
with bell was selling mullins as
quickly as he could hand them to the
holds. Trade was so brisk that the
muffin man had no time to ring his
bell. This was new. Medford. self
SUFFICIENT, self-contained, self-satished.
knowing nothing Of. and caring moths
ing for, the ancient traditions OF the ST
nristocratic Fiji.
Lizzie with difficulty reconstructed
1.-THE. vanished scene. All along hero
were the high walls; and behind them
the stately trees. Here Just here,
must have been the gates;@ and, pausr3.
ing here. in the drowsy summer time.
one used to look down the drive
grass on each side, and noble conifers.
banks of rhododendron. beautiful dow
ering shrubs making spots Of bright
color in front OF the dark foliage.
Well ordered peace. Northumberland
dignity, well-sheltered nlagnit1cencs
|lheld one mute. respectful, spellbound,
as, In the old days. one took ones
peep through the white gates thatf
guarded the homo OF the great Sir
John. M s. IS u. ff52s s.,
ITO be Continued To-morrow.l