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as

of

in of of

The world may yet see that the limbs toughest fibre and fruit richest flavor just such have come from grafts set strong men theory and practice Thomas Jefferson. by

dem

and full-orbed:

“leading men” have fastened his name system with mobo aristocratic cratic cries.

STORY OF TO-DAY.

A

to

but inwardly ashes,— wretch “protective” schemes and the like.

coating,

of

system, strong

ocratic

a

and slavery. Jefferson was the founder of

noblest hands have often blossom bad temper and borne fruit bitter and sour. Some fruitage has been splendid that poor Dead-Sea sort, ed

all

gave to the world those decisive, true tyranny words which shall yet pierce

set

—

not in that

he fed petty assemblages with narcotic words to stupefy conscience, or corrosive words to kill conscience, but in that he

in

–

but we may and prize some fruits more than others. Some grafts some branches

in by

Jefferson was an orator,

fault with any growth,

admire

ed

arrows.

sunshine, too great wealth gnarled awry through others and too great fury storms. We need find

as

paint, trying to startle with war-whoop, trying to vex with showers of poor Aztec

through

in

thought backed by civilization: they, the men trying to keep up their faith in idols, trying to scare with war

of

strong

Liberty which we This great tree plant will, course, not are all trying grow we will, but God and Nature will. Some branches will be exuberant as

with the Oligarchist battle against them of Cortés compares with He is the man full of

as the warfare Aztec warfare.

[January,

—

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sky: on

to

of

something solemn and unknown, hinting evil come. The dwarf pines the

up

a

She saw Margaret coming the phaëton behind her,

There was

and some horsemen:

jolted the cart let them pass, see

she

as

at

in

to

off into the stones ing Mr. Holmes's face the carriage her; had she did so. He did not look his head turned towards the gray dis

tance. Lois's vivid eye caught the full meaning the woman beside him. The face hurt her: not fair, Polston called as

vapid

and cruel.

She was dressed

yellow: the color seemed jeering and

mocking

to

deadening

a

red fancy more than

a

It

to

time with her whip-end the wooden measure, stopped when she grew conscious of seemed her blur it.

keeping

road.

of

on

to

a

in

fact, that dark, inexplicable hush that precedes storm. But Lois, coming herself, and down the hill-road, singing only,

seen.

it:

a

in

in

of

AN hour after, the evening came sultry, the air murky, opaque, with yel low trails color dragging the west: sullen stillness the woods and farms;

in

on

PART IV.

the girl's sensitive instinct, every trifle. She did not shams, and the color

shams. the phaëton went slowly down, Margaret came nearer, meeting on the road-side, the dust from the wheels

un

it

it

As

stifling

the air. Lois saw her look up, suddenly and then stand still, holding

to

es

peril,

if

as

the hill,

that women like this are the most deadly

of

in

in

to

a

and went faster down

caping from some overhanging

of

darkened into the muddy niches. There was vague dread the sudden silence. She called the old donkey, and

is to

keenly alive know that

at

scowled weakly her through the gray; the very silver minnows the pools she passed flashed frightened away, road-side