The Press., 1914-07-29

longer. They were not blamed, for 1t was well known that it was her action that had brought on the trouble and kept it alive. Indeed, she was given to understand that if Oothout and Monk fought again on her account she would be put in the pillory.
 This threat brought the stubborn girl around. She promised her father that she would make up her mind by the next morning which suitor she would accept. That night she sank out of sight into her feather bed much trOu bled. She was really committed to both her suitors, and this was the cause of the bad blood between them, for each, having her promise to marry him, regarded the other as an intruder upon his domain.
 Anne found her feather bed cOndu- cive to thought, and she thought to q purpose. The next morning she told her father to summon both her lovers to the house and she would decide be- tween them. When they came she caused cessation of the angry glances darted between them by tell ing them, first in Dutch and then in combination of Dutch and English. that she would light two candles at the same moment, the one represent ing Oothout the other Monk. Which ever candle burned the longer she would marry the man it represented.
 Each man having considered him. self accepted for time, there was a prospect that the matter must be fought out to the death of one or the other. But Anne calmed them by giv- ing each glance, causing him to think whichever won was her pref- erence. The candles were brought in. Anne put them together to show that they were of equal length. then set one oD a sileboard for OOthout and the other on the mantel for Monk, having lighted them as nearly as pos sible together.
 'The candles will burn about two hours," she said. Ut is not best that you two men should remain here all that time, for one or both might be temDted to do something to make the others candle burn more quickly. Go away in the direction of your reSpec- tive homes, and when the clock strikes the hour of noon return. The candles will then be nearly burned out"
 So Oothout went to his farm and Monk to his sail loft. but neither did any work, both listening for the sum- mons to return and learn his fate.
 At 12 o'clock the two men were seen approaching. the one from the west the other from the east. OOthOut pass ed into the house first and, darting an anxious glance to the candles, turned his eyes upward, saying, "St. Nicholas be praised!" for his candle was half an inch long and was burning bright ly, while the other was flaring within the socket. Monk came in a moment later and, seeing that he had lost, gave Anne d despairing look, turned and left the house.
 Then reaction came over the Dutchman. II have won" he cried. But what have I won: Only half heart at most and perhaps no heart at all. It may be you prefer my rival, who has lost. It may be you love nei- ther of us. This must be, or you would not have left your choice to chance"
 Anne took him by the hand and led him to the candle that was still giv- ing u steady flame. There she pointed on the candIestick to a few white grains.
 Wet your finger" she said, "take up some of these grains and put them on your tongue"
 Nicholas did so and pronounced them salt.
 "Do you not know" added Anne. ''that salt on the wick of a candle causes it to burn more slowly"
 Her lover understood and clasped her in his arms.
 On the site where stood the De Heere shanty a century later lived historic character. When Wall street became the fashionable residence e+rnet of New York Alexander Hamil- tons house was No. 33. From there after he was killed in a duel by Aaron Burr his body was carried to Trinity churchyard, not q quarter of mile distant, where it still lies under the unpretentiOus monument that marks it's location.
 Not long after that the brick dwell Ings that lined Wall street were given up to business. but from the middle of the last century they have been grad ually torn down to make room for the tall office buildings that make the street look like a narrow gorge. And now the unpaved roadway that was the scene of this simple romance is a seething mass of men. either rich or striving to get rich. By night 1t is as