Year: 1877

~~AA AOSN ded the painting beneath it's cover. 'I have not half seen it yet.''

 But muttering, "Some other time," he persisted in hiding it from me, and we presently went to lunch together.

 Now was in noWise satisfied with my friends reticence, and experienced a very vivid curiosity to hear the par he had so graphically lined upon the canvas, but no effort of mine could in- duce him to say more concerning it than that it occurred to him just as he had painted 1t.

 The painting was sent to the Aca- demy for exhibition that season, and was sold to particular friend of mine for goodly sum-for so much, in fact, that l often joked Mort on his dream picture and the fortune it brought him for it really seemed as though it's sale was the beginning of season of great prosperity.

 The winter and spring passed, and as summer came and began to empty itself by the carloads and steamboatsful into the country. Mort and I, with party of other artists like him, Or idlers like myself, made up trip to the Adiron- dacks. It is needless for the purpose of this story that should detail our sum- dry adventures during the weeks we passed among the lakes and hills, nor need relate our experience with fish and flesh, in our numerous hunting and fishing excursions. l

 We met many acquaintances, and made many new ones, and among the latter were the family of MT. Sanfield, merchant from Montreal, who, with his wife and daughter, with the af- ing few weeks in search of rest and relaxation from his customary labors. . Alice Sanfield was beautiful, pet of Canadian society, wealthy in her own right as well as by prospective heirship, and altogether "catch." Her lover was an officer in the British army, sta tioned at Montreal, and now on leave a fine-looking and gentlemanly young fellow, of good family, and apparently desperately in love with Miss Sanfield.

 Captain Rowland had, however, one peculiarity, which he displayed on sev- eral occasions very prominently, and which led Mort to remark to me one day, when it had been more than usu- ally manifest. that he thought the cap tain would lead Miss Alice rather lively dance when she became Mrs. Rowland. He had, in fact, about the most uncomfortable temper I ever saw displayed in man. So violent was he at times, that l commonly wondered why he had not long before got himself shot for incorporate insolence in one ity of his was evinced in frequent lonely wanderings quite away from the hotel, from which journeys he would not return for days together. These dlsappearances were accounted for by the captain by various sporting excuses, and we certainly should have felt no interest in them had it not been for the incident which will now relate.

 One day Mort and I started out on a trip on our own account, ostensibly for fishing purposes, but really for my friend to obtain sketch of 8 charming vista which had not as yet been discov- cred by his lynx-eyed associates. Our journey led us some twenty miles from the hotel; we travelled a portion of the way in an open wagon, and footed it toward thn moi Inf dasi rod

 On our route we passed pretty farm house, which we eyed with the satis- faction which such rural scenes always afforded us, and should have Thought no more of it, had we not suddenly es- pied Captain Rowland, accompanied by a young lady, engaged in earnest and apparently excited conversation.

 The lady was seated on little knoll hundred yards from the house, and the captain stood beside her, leaning with one hand on the tree beneath whose shades she sat listening to his words. We were out of sight of them in a moment, and with a few remarks as to Miss Sanfield's probable appreciation of the scene if she had wit messed it, we continued on our way.

 Guides had preceded us with tent and sundry appurtenances, and on reaching the spot selected for encamp ment we found these duly arrived and in order, and located ourselves for the night, Mort rtintending to make his sketch the next morning.

 It was bright starii5 evening; we were located just on the edge of pretty brawling brook, and as we sat, after a delicious trout supper, smoking our pipes lazily, we felt about as comfort | able as was practicable. Twilight had faded suddenly, and just as the stars became rather necessary for illuminat- ing purposes shrfll scream startled us from our seats on an old log, and thrilled us to our very marrows. One of our guides said:

 s'That was a woman's scream, and near by.''

 Then we dashed in the direction of the sound, which led us straight down the cour tof the brook. A few mo- ments brought us to the outlet of the little stream, and as Mort and turned projecting rock we came upon a thrilling scene indeed.

 Mort saw it first, and crying, "My dream! my dream!" he fell flat on his face in dead faint. And as I stood over him, leaning forward, the moon shone full upon the original of the l ' in >, New York.

 Here was the cascade and the black pool; there were the gray moor and the distant mountains. The gnarled roots and flores twisted together far beneath me, in the clasp of fair white arm l md thn xar hita fScrInro and fall wifi h