The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1919-10-11
THE HOUSE OF SEVEN GABLES
BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
Condensation by Josephine Van Tassel Rruorton

eign to him, Clifford led the way, first
to the depot-whcre he made her take
| the train-when they left it at an out
| Driveway station, still leading, he
drlfted away with her into the cold
sullen Mist.
with the day came many people to
the cent-shop; but none gained admit
| lance; but when Phoebe came, the
sarden-door opened for her A hand
clasped hers and she was led into the
disused reception room The sun
streamed in through the uncurtained
windows, and she saw her companion
was Holgrave
He told her the Judge was dead
in the same manner as his ancestor
TO whom God had given blood to
drlnk! He convinced her that the
Oncie for whose supposed murder
Clifford had suffered for thirty years,
had died in the same fashion
I'VE must not hide it moment
longer" cried Phoebe. Clifford
is innocent. God will make it mani
! lest. Let us throw the door wide
and call the neiehbors to see the truth
Watt" begged Holgrave. "Phoe-
be, in all our lives there can never be
another moment like this. Is it all
terror? Are you conscious of no joy,
as am, that has made this the only
point of life worth living for?"
1T seems a SIM" faltered Phoebe,
"to speak of joy at such a time"
phoebe" cried Holgrave, before
you came my past was lonely and
dreary-my future seemed a shapeless
gloom. With you came hope, warmth
and joy. I love you, Phoebe. Do you
love me-"
Look into my heart" said Phoebe,
dropping her eyes. You know | love
you"
At that moment the mingled voices
of Hepzibah and Clifford came to
them. Phoebe and her lover went to
meet them-Hepzibah, when she saw
them, burst into tears-Clifford smiled
and murmured that the Rose of Eden
had bloomed in the old House at last,
BY the death of Judge Pyncheon,
Hepzibah, Clifford and Phoebe became
rich. They decided to live at the
Judges country place. At the very
moment of departure. through Cliff
fOrd's troubled mind drifted a recol-
lection of the time, when a mere boy,
he had discovered the secret spring,
which caused the portrait of the Col
o4lCl NpCIoI ( WHICH lueS SlOOQ J, 10
swing forward-disclosing a recess
wherein were important papers. But
he had forgotten the secret of the
spring.
perhaps l can recall it." said HoI-
grave, and touched the spring. 1t was
much rusted and therefore, when re-
leased, the portrait tumbled to the
floor. There was the recess-and
there the title-deeds to vast Indian
lands-old Jaffrey Pyncheons missing
property.
My dearest Phoebe" smiled Hol-
grave, how will it please you to take
the name of Maule? This secret is
the only inheritance that has come
down to ME from that ancestor When
Thomas, son of Wizard Maule, built
this house, he took the opportunity to
construct this recess and hide away
the title-deeds. l would have told you
this before, but l feared to brighten
you"
I Phoebe's smile foreave him; and as
their carriage rolled away, the old
House of the Seven Gables, freed from
its burden of Secret and Curse, smiled
after them brightly as the Mist lifted
and fled away.
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