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your lines ?"
“To the State, except the settled grants will care to settle on; and they part; and since the squatters, as you call must make out a decent case to go to them, are mostly the leading citizens, the State legislature with, or they they fix up matters pretty much as wouldn't get their Act." they please.”
“And when they've got it, and have “Then every one who comes in and made their line, they and the State go buys afterwards buys from the State, into competition as sellers of land ?” and gets a State title ? ”
“Well, the competition don't amount “ Just so.”
to much. The State mostly lets the land “And about roads, railways, and the lie for folk to come after it; but the like : the companies buy from the railway companies have regular land State, too, I suppose ?".
departments, which manage their grants, Well, not exactly,” said the Presi and settle emigrants on them as fast as dent, upon whose ground the discussion they can. The purchase-money is at was now touching: “I reckon these first
low- from four or five dollars lines wouldn't have been built if we an acre ours went at—and only a quarter had had to pay for the land.”
or a third of that down at once. The “What ! did the State give it you
?" rest is payable by instalments, and the “ The State gave us the land for the settler doesn't get his deed till they are line, and alternate sections of a strip, paid. But it's all made easy for them, six miles wide, right along on each side because we want their custom. Any the line.”
man who don't go to pieces with drink “Do you mean that you own the can pay for his land out of crops, in land for six miles on each side of all three or four years, and live well too.
I've known many do it under two “We did own half of it-every al
years." ternate section you see, chequerwise “I suppose most of the stations and with the State : first our section, then villages are upon the companies' lands ?” a State section, and so on.
But we've "Well, I reckon they do mostly come sold pretty well all of ours, except a out so ; but nobody can say where the few hundred thousand acres.
best locations are going to be before“Yes, now I see all about it. This hand. One place goes a-head, and anexplains a good deal, and accounts for other, just as good every way as far as the way in which your railways have you can see, won't move." gone a-head. It makes all the difference “Haven't you had useful knowledge whether you have to buy the land, or enough for an hour or so ? Here, just get it to sell.”
look out here, and you'll see a piece of “ There ain't so much difference so real genuine prairie.” far as chances of success go: when “Where? Which ?” said the strugyou've got to buy your land, you buy gler, eagerly, and we all turned to the your traffic with it. All your customers windows with considerable curiosity. are there, living along your lines, and "There, between those two long ready to go up and down, ani) send patches of corn. We're just coming goods the moment you've got your rails abreast of it. And there again, about down. But we had to make our traffic for a quarter of a mile further off
, all the ourselves, and bring our own customers side of that slope. That's the real, out here."
original, untouched, Natty Bumpo busi" Then, in fact, it doesn't much mat ness, and no mistake." ter which direction your lines run in. All three of us stared at the plots inSo long as the companies can get land dicated by the potentate with all our grants, such as you speak of, they may eyes, as we ran past. go anywhere ?"
“It's yellower than I expected,” said Yes ; only they've got to take care the struggler. that they pick the sort of country emi "You didn't expect to see it green,
did you, after such a baking as we've lived here nearly all his life, and was had for the last month? Besides, there practising here when he was elected are a lot of yellow flowers in blossom at President. He was one of the counsel this time of the year.”
for our line. Some of the college-bred "Too much like a piece of waste land lawyers used to laugh at him, but not anywhere,” said the optimist, with one of them ever came near him with an something like a sigh.
Illinois prey." "You're disappointed ?” asked the “So I should think. Now, I don't potentate.
suppose you'll believe it,” added the “Yes, I own I had a sentiment about optimist, after a short pause, “ but it's & prairie. Your Cooper's books took a true, that I felt about Abraham Lincoln wonderful hold on me when I was a as I never did about any other of the boy. I hear they laugh at them now, foremost men of our time. I would but depend upon it there has been no have gone round the world to have one like him for the vague border-land seen him eye to eye, and shaken hands which lies between savage and civilized with him, and that's more than I can life. I haven't read “The Prairie' and say of any other. And I know that the 'Last of the Mohicans,' for a quarter many other Englishmen felt as I did.” of a century, and wouldn't read them I added my testimony to much the again now for fear of losing the racy like effect, and our hosts were evidently taste. But I expected a new sensation, pleased. and I haven't got it. Not a bit Natty “Yes," the optimist went on, “three Bumpoish, those strips of rough land !" nations in our time have had their trial
“Wait till you get out into Iowa ; times, and something of the same kind when you can see nothing else, they of work to do—Italy, Germany, and these won't look so tame.”
States—and each has found a great man “I hope not. I see we're coming to for their work : Cavour, Bismarck, and something like a hill at last. Why, it Lincoln, two noblemen and a peasant's must be something like three hours since son. I have nothing to say against the we stopped for water. How long can Italian or the German ; but take the your game little engine run without a men's work, and I say that Lincoln's was, drink ?"
beyond all question, the hardest. Nó "Well, I reckon she's getting a little such job was everlaid on a mau's shoulders thirsty. Those hills are above Galena, as came to him in March 1860. And where we shall stop next.”
take the men's record, and for sagacity “Galena, another odd name. Let's and courage, as well as for simple truthsee, Galena, Galena, haven't I heard of fulness, and faith in his cause and his it somehow ?”
God, the plain rail-splitter stands well "Guess you might. It's President at the head of the list. Happy the Grant's town.”
nation that could sift out such a leader "Ay, of course, I thought I knew in its sorest need; and though I'm half
He was in some business sorry to admit it, potentate, to such a there when your war broke out, I bigoted Yankee, and such a hater of my think.”
country as you, I must add, happy the “Yes, in the leather trade; and not a leader who feels such a nation undergood trade either. Our State found the neath him. I don't believe any other great statesman, and the head soldier for race but ours would have pulled through our war, and we're mighty proud of it, your rebellion."
Well, I ain't sorry you
talk of “And well you may be. But let me race,' anyhow," said the potentate; "and see; Lincoln wasn't an Illinois man, I only wish some of your big bugs and was he ?”
your confounded newspapers would have “Not born; but it was his State. He talked like that before Gettysburg."
(To be continued.)
I tell you."
as clean thrown away on him as if
she'd been chucked in the dust-bin.” “ BLADEBONE.”
Dear, dear!”—Dennis moved his
head slowly against the back of his easy “I TELL you what, Dennis," —Mrs. Fagg chair, and tears stood in his eyes—"such was on her knees on the hearth-rug, a sweet young lady too !” making her husband's toast, talking to Mrs. Fagg got on her feet, and prohim meanwhile over her right shoulder ceeded to butter her husband's toast, and as he sat stretched out helplessly in a then to feed him with it, and to give huge arm-chair,—“You say I do foolish him his tea as if he had been a baby. things odd times, and you're right; but I She was distressed at her own want did one wise thing when I got Miss Nuna of tact. over to Gray's Farm."
old man, never mind;" she “Why!" Dennis spoke with painful wiped his mouth, set the pillow straight slowness; he had lost full command in his high-backed chair, and then gave over his words ; “I thought you said him a hearty kiss ; "you mustn't take she were back again.”
on about Miss Nuna; she'll do fast “ So she is, old man.” Mrs. Fagg enough. You wanted your tea, dear, turned the toast carefully on the fork. didn't you, just now? Yes, yes; she's “She only stayed two days; but the coming in to sit a bit with you, sho change was everything, bless you, she's said, and you mustn't be down-hearted grown quite sprack; she's as active with her, old man; she's as fond of Mr. again as she was, and she don't fret Whitmore as I am of you ; she is, you nothing near so much, neither.”
know, eh ?" Here Mrs. Fagg had to retreat from the She looked at poor Dennis's dull face even red glow, which scorched her face. to be sure he understood, and he nodded
“Do you think, Kitty,"—his dull with a feeble smile. eyes followed his wife with a painful Mrs. Fagg carried away the tealook of uncertainty—“as she cares yet things. for Mr. Will ? "
“There's the making of a stoutMrs. Fagg had begun on a fresh slice hearted woman in Miss Nuna yet; she's of bread, but it fell off the fork as her but a child now,” she said, and then she husband spoke. Her face was very
gave a little sigh. “ Here have I been as she picked it up again--but that railing against that husband of hers, might have been caused by the fire, or and maybe if she'd married so as to stooping
have no troubles, and hadn't been “I'm
surprised at you, Dennis, that I brought to think for herself, she'd have am. Why, Miss Nuna never did care gone on a baby all her life through; for him ; and she'd had plenty time to and a grey-haired baby,” said Mrs. find out whether there was anything in Fagg, reflectively, “is like Punch at a him to suit her, before she set eyes on funeral." She came back, swept up Mr. Whitmore." She picked up the the crumbs, set a chair for the visitor, bread and fixed it carefully on the fork. and then got out a duster to hem. “Not that I like Mr. Whitmore; I Nuna was not long in coming; and the don't--there, I don't want to speak poor infirm man was brightened by her harsh of anybody, but Miss Nuna's sweet smile, and kindly ways with him.
Her presence brought back former ideas “Will you come with me yourself, to Dennis, and with them the mastery please," said Nuna shyly. "I don't which he bad formerly exercised in mind tramps; but I want to talk to public over his wife.
“ Make some fresh tea, Kitty,” he It was a great relief to get this said. said, reprovingly, “for Miss-” he
he By a sort of instinct she knew Mrs. looked at Nuna; "she don't ought to Fagg would be willing to help her. be kep' waiting."
She began as soon as they were out Oh, no, thank you, don't trouble," of the Bladebone—“I want to go to said Nuna. She had grown to look on London ; a sick person I know there Mrs. Fagg with reverence, and it was wants to see me; and, besides, I might dismaying to hear her rebuked.
get news of Mr. Whitmore.” She stopMrs. Fagg smiled, and proceeded to ped, but Mrs. Fagg kept silence too. obey her husband.
It was much easier to Nuna to say "Take a cup, Miss Nuna," she whis what she wanted to say in the dark pered, when she brought in the neat tree-shaded road. little tray with one of her best china “It seems to me”-she pressed her cups and saucers ; "he mustn't be hands nervously together-"that somefretted, poor dear, and a chat does thing must have happened to him. him good."
I don't think I ought to have taken Nuna sat wondering; it seemed to this long silence so quietly. I have her that every fresh trouble laid on the not heard for a whole month. Mrs. Fagg’ landlady added to her affection for the - her voice shook, and she could not helpless man she served.
steady it—"if Dennis had gone away, "How she must love him," she sighed; and not written to you for a whole " and yet Dennis never seemed a loving month, what should you have done ?” husband. He always appeared to snub “ There would not be a mossel of use his wife. Is it her own love that makes in my tryin' to say, ma'am.” Mrs. Fagg Mrs. Fagg happy, or does it really win spoke briskly. “I couldn't take on me his ?"
to know what I'd ha' done in such a case. It was strange to Nuna to feel drawn Dennis always was a bad fist at writin', as she now did to Mrs. Fagg. As a and maybe what I'd ha' done wouldn't child, she had shrunk from her sharp be the fit thing for a lady like you to sayings.
do, ma'am,” Mrs. Fagg stopped ab-' She had just received a letter from ruptly, as if she kept the rest of her Roger Westropp; it had been sent on thoughts to herself. to her from St. John Street. Roger They had reached the Rectory gates. was ill again, and he hoped Mrs. Whit Nuna put her hand on Mrs. Fagg's more would excuse his wishing to see arm. “ Come in a minute," she said, her; Nuna was puzzled, she thought and Mrs. Fagg followed up the shaded she would take Mrs. Fagg into coun gravelled walk. She forgot Dennis sel about leaving her stepmother. and everything in the interest she
She sat with Dennis till it grew felt. dark. She had spent the morning with “You have something in your mind, Mrs. Beaufort, and the afternoon in you would like to tell me,"—Nuna put taking a walk with her father, and in her arm round the surprised woman listening to his charitable plans for the and kissed her; “try and advise coming winter; but she had not spoken me as if I were your sister or your of Roger's letter : it seemed to her best child. Remember, I can't ask my poor not to say she had seen him in London. dear father's advice. I can't distress
“ It's getting dark, ma'am," said Mrs. him with my anxiety and sorrow. I Fagg. "Shall Ben follow you up to the have not a friend I should like to Rectory gate: There's a best of tramps camping down Carvingswood Lane." “Did Mr. Whitmore go by himself ?”
“ I dare say you
said the landladly-her heart was very
CHAPTER LXI. hard against Paul at that moment.
ROGER'S LEGACY. “What call bad he,” she thought, “ to
child to such a pass ?” “If a woman does her dooty, there's “He went with a party of friends.”
One as 'ull make her way easy-some Nuna was again glad of the darkness. day.”
“What you're thinking of, Miss—." The words kept on sounding in Mrs. Fagg night have been speaking to Nuna's ears as she travelled back to Dennis, she had the same fondling ten London. derness of voice-“Is that Mr. Whit She felt sure there was more meaning more's fallen ill ? very like to happen ; in them than showed at first sight. She and if so, of course you'd wish to be had often heard of women, and read of beside him.” She heard a little choked them-good, high-minded people, who sob, but she went on.
went on always in the path of duty, and know where the friends lives who went yet their lives were a constant succession away with Mr. Whitmore, Miss, and of trial and trouble even to the end. perbaps some of 'em has left folks at Her sister Mary's life, for instance. home who could set your mind at Before she had tasted the pleasures of rest."
her age, she had been forced into the Before the words were spoken a hope cares of a full-grown woman; and the had come to Nuna-a sudden new idea. one little flower of her life-an attachRoger Westropp might possibly give her ment, which Nuna had gathered a fuller the clue to his daughter's route. He history of in this visit to Ashton than had told her, when she saw him, that she had ever been permitted to hear in he knew more about the doings at the her own girlhood -- had been first pehouse in Park Lane than Patty guessed remptorily checked by the advice of her he did.
grandfather, and then crushed by the “ And Patty may have written to early death of Mary's young lover ; then him."
had come her constant anxiety for her There was not a certainty in this hope, father's health, and for Nuna ; then the but it seemed to give a clue she might unselfish severance from the young follow,
sister-the only brightness in her mono“Thank you, very very much,” she said tonous life, and then, the sufferings of warmly. "You have given me the help the months that went before her death. I wanted. I will go to London and try “And yet Mary always looked cheerand see a person who may give me news.
ful and hapny." I can't see any risk in leaving Mrs. A truth was coming to Nuna-a truth Beaufort now, she is so much better.” which no words can teach from without;
“ Bother Mrs. Beaufort! I beg your but a truth which, once grasped and pardon, ma'am ; I didn't mean it, but realized, grows like the bean-stalk of the she'll do fast enough.”
nursery tale, and, like it, forms a ladder Mrs. Fagg blushed at her own free to lift us, if we will, so far above these dom. “Only it's a point I feels strongly petty earthly trials and frets, that they upon ;
mean, what a wife's bound to seem, looked down on that which do for a husband ; that's where i fall they really are,-only spots and freckles, out with Miss Menella. Le: a man be which cannot penetrate, unless we will, • good or bad, kind or unkind, fretful or Lelow the surface of existence. sweet, it don't matter; it's a woman's Nuna began to feel that Mary's hapdooty to make him happy if she can. piness sprang from a deeper root than a All we married ones had got to do is to mere sense of fulfilled duty.
Love was make one man happy; and if a woman working in Nuna; her very love for does her dooty, Miss Nuna, we know, Paul taught her how biiter may be don't us, there's One as 'ull make her changed to sweet if it be borne for love way easy- some day.”
to Him who gave life for Love.