Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-01-07

sand what IL he refuse?"
MY dear cousin" smiled the Judge,
blandly, 'the alternative is his con
fnement for the remainder Of his life
in a public asylum for the insane"
"You cannot m,ean itl' cried Hester;
but the judge only shrugged his shout
ders and said: "Time flies. Bid Cliff.
ford come to me-" and Hester turned
and went slowly up the stair and
knocked at her brothers door. and
| called. None answered. After long
waiting, she knocked again; then she
undid the door and entered-the cham
Der was empty.
Back she ran down the stair, calling
frantically:
"Clifford Is gonei Help, Jeffrey
Pyncheoni Some harm will come to
himw She ran through the hall, call.
ing and searching for him. When she
approached the parior door again. Cliff
ford stood in the door, coming from
within. He pointed his finger back
into the room.
"Come Hepzibahln he cried with q
wild gesture. "The weight is gone
from us! We can sing and laugh, now.
Aye! we, can be as light-hearted as
little Phoebe herself"
Horror-stricken at his looks and mo-
lions, Hepziban slipped past him into
the parlor. Almost Immediately she
returned-a cry choking in her throat.
my God!" she cried, "What will be-
come of uSl"
"Come with mel" cried Clifford,
still with that wild gayety. PUT on
your cloak and hood, take your purse
with money in it, and comet"
Still with that wild gayety so foreign
to him. Clifford led the way, first to the
depot--where he made her take the
train-when they left 1t at an out-of-
the-way station, still leading, he drift.
ed away with her into the cold, sullen
mist.
With the day came many people te
the cent-shop but none gained admit
lance but when Phoebe came, the gar
den-door opened for her. A hand
clasped hers and she was led into the
disused reception room. The sur
streamed In through the uncurtainet
windows and she saw her companion
was Holgrave.
He told her the Judge was dead-ir
the same n Is his ancestor "tt
whom God had given blood to drink /!
He convinced her that the uncle fol
whose supposed murder Clifford hat
suffered for thirty years had died IL
the same fashion.
we must not hide 1t a monlen
|, longerl" cried Phoebe. Clifford is In
, nocentg God will make 1t manifest
Let us throw the door wide and cal
: the neighbors to see the truth"
'FWaitl" begged Holgrave. "FhoebC
in all our lives there can never be an
5 other moment like this. Is 1t all tel
: ror? Are you conscious of nc joy, as
r am, that has made this the only poin
3 of life worth living forg'
"It seems a SIM" faltered Phoebe
ITO speak of joy at such a time"
/ "Phoebe," cried Holgrave, 'befor
t you came, my past was lonely an
t dreary-my future seemed a shapeles
gloom. With you came hope, warmt
j and joy. l love you, Phoebe. Do 20
love mel"
'Look into nay heart" said Phoebe
r dropping her eyes. "You know Low
you"
! At that moment the mingled voice
e Of Hepzibah and Clifford came t
them. Phoebe and her lover went t
Q meet them. Hepzibah, when she say
: them, burst into tears-Clifford smile
and murmured that the Rose of EIDE
1 had bloomed in the old house at last.
= BY the death of Judge Pyncheor
Hepzibah, Clifford and Phoebe becam
rich. They decided to live. at tn
4 judges country place. At the yer
moment of departure, through Gilt
ford's troubled mind drifted a recollet
b ton of the time when, a mere boy, b
| had discovered the secret spring whicl
! caused the portrait of the colonel (be
fore which they stood), to swing for
Z Notwithstanding q recess wherein
I were important papers. But he had fol-
. gotten the secret of the spring.
Z Perhaps I can recall It," said Hol
, grave. and touched the spring.
E 1t was much trusted and therefore
? when released, the portrait tumbled :
to the floor. There was the recess
} and there the title4deeds to vast Indial
lands-oid Jeffrey Pyncheon's missing
: property.
!; But how came you to know the sc
cret Of the spring2" Phoebe asked o
Holgrave, apart.
my dearest Phoebe" smiled Hol
grave, "how win 1t please you to taxi
the name OF Maulef This secret is thu
only inheritance that has come dow
to me from that ancestor. WheI
Thomas, son OF Wizard Maule, bull
this house, he took the opportunity Il
construct this recess and hide ava!
those title-deeds. / w0nld have toll
you this before. but I feared to frighteE
YOU"
Phoebe's smile forgave him; and al
their carriage rolled away, the ole
House of the Seven Gables. freed from